I grin, adding a second finger, stretching her. God, she’s so damn tight. I can’t believe I’ll get to thrust into her soon. My cock aches as I pleasure her, rubbing against the mattress, and I have to tilt my hips to the side so I don’t explode in my pajama bottoms.
“Fuck, Aidan, I’m so close.”
I suck her clit and hook my fingers inside her, and as I listen to her chant my name, I realize how little she actually calls me that. At work she calls meMr. Brooksif anything, and then there was that time she called meSirin the restroom—my dick flexes at the memory—but she so seldom calls meAidan. Hearing myname on her lips makes me hard as steel. What would it be like if she called meDaddy? The thought sends heat flooding through me, and I concentrate on her restless hips, the way her fingers tug at my hair, the soft rasp of her breath, desperate to get her there. She made me come so hard in that restroom, and I’ve been eager to return the favor ever since.
Finally, she tightens around my fingers, releasing a long moan as her orgasm washes over her, and I cover her pussy with my mouth, wanting to taste it all, to feel her twitch against my tongue. When she lets out a long sigh of relief, I rise, letting my eyes take in the flush spread over her creamy skin.
“You’re so perfect, Iris,” I say, kicking off my pajama bottoms and underwear, then kissing my way up her stomach, her breasts, finally reaching her lips. “So fucking perfect.”
Her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine. “So are you. You’re all I’ve been able to think about since Marco’s. All I’ve wanted.”
Shit.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing hard. She’s so open and trusting, so ready to be honest. How can I be anything but the same?
“Me too, Cupcake. With you…” God, it’s probably too much, too soon, but I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth. “I feel things I’ve never felt. Things I don’t want to stop feeling.”
Her breath stutters. She kisses me hard, her hands circling my shaft, and it occurs to me suddenly that I don’t have a condom. She seems to sense it, and leans away, reading the hesitation on my face.
“I’m on birth control.”
I pause, absorbing this. She’s… offering for me to fuck her bare?Holy shit. I want that so badly I can’t think. It makes me want to rut into her like an animal, and I have to force myself to inhale slowly, to remain in control.
Her brows pinch together, misinterpreting my silence. “It’s not the pill,” she adds, laughing awkwardly. “I kept forgetting to take that, so… it’s one of those long-term implanted ones. No risks.”
“Iris…” I touch her cheek, breath rushing out. “I’m not worried about that. If you say you’re on birth control, I believe you. But… are you sure you’re okay with that?”
She nods. “I’m healthy, and I trust you are too.”
Of course she does, because she trusts me implicitly, doesn’t she? She trusts me to care for her.
And I’m fucking going to. In every possible way.
I kiss her deeply, settling between her thighs. She sucks in a breath as my cock nudges her entrance, hard and throbbing against her slippery, swollen flesh. For weeks, I’ve wanted nothing but this moment—to be this close to her—and I can’t believe it’s happening. She can’t either, by the looks of it, her eyes wide and searching as she gazes at me. My hands are shaking as I thrust hard into the tight heat of her, her back arching off the bed.
“Holy shit, Aidan,” she cries out, nails digging into my shoulders. “You’re so much bigger than I realized.”
I curse myself. It’s our first time together—our firstpropertime together—and I need to be more patient. To treat her with the care and respect she deserves.
“Sorry,” I mutter, going to pull away, but she stops me.
“No, it’s perfect.” Her mouth finds mine, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I rock into her again. “Don’t be gentle. Leave a mark, so that in the morning I know it was real.”
Christ.
I still my hips, clenching my jaw against the heat pouring through me. An invitation like that is difficult to refuse, but I feel the need to clarify, “I don’t need to leave a mark. If you forget inthe morning, I’ll fuck you again.” I kiss her gently. “I’ll do it every time you need reminding.”
She whimpers, arms twining around my neck as she kisses me, tongue sweeping urgently over mine. Her hips shift restlessly underneath me, and I hold her still. I won’t fuck her as roughly as I’d like, not when I need to be tender with her.
“It feels so good to have you inside me,” she breathes.
I grunt in reply, giving a slow roll of my hips. She feels fucking amazing, her pussy gripping my shaft tightly, but it’s an effort not to let loose. Not to pour all my unspoken feelings into her with rough, unmeasured strokes. All I can think about is how much she trusts me, how much I want to care for her. How I don’t want to ruin that.
But a frown gathers between her brows as I rock into her gently. “Why are you holding back?”
“I…” My voice comes out shaky and breathless. “I’m trying to take care of you, Cupcake. Treat you right.”
She arches a brow. “You’re doing it again.”
