Aidan fishes a condom out of his pocket, tosses it on the bed, and steps out of his jeans. His dick springs free, and I lose my breath at the magnificent specimen in front of me. “It’s fine if I hook you with my bedroom skills, but I want you to stay.”
He wraps a hand around his hard-on, and the sight of his fingers gripping the girth-laden shaft makes my head swim and my knees weak. I wasn’t granted this view last night, no. It was all about me and my pleasure. Aidan played my body with deft hands and a skilled tongue. His words praised me just as much as his body did.
Even right now he’s saying all of the right things, but Aidan isn’t making me forget Paul. He’s erasing him completely by being everything he never was. Aidan is different. He crooks his finger, the same way I did to him earlier. I close the distance between us as more sweat beads on his shoulders and neck.
“You’re hot,” I say.
“You are making me hot, Magnolia,” he says, taking my panties in his big hands and ripping them off. “Not the weather.”
I gasp from the shock of the force but settle into full-fledged passion a moment later, consumed by how frenzied he is withfeeling my body—his palms grazing my breasts and shoulders, sliding a bit because a sheen of sweat glazes my entire body. It’s not uncomfortable heat, just enough to make me self-aware of every breath, every beautiful drop of wetness on his muscles, bringing out the scent of masculinity—of Aidan.
He takes my chin in his hand and jerks it up so I’m gazing into his hazel eyes. “You’re perfect,” he says. And even though I’m not, I believe it when he says it. “Kiss me.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, I bring our warm bodies together and obey his command. It’s a desolate kiss that ends with me on top of him on the bare mattress. There is a desperation in the way his fingers glide over my skin, the way he breathes rapidly, and the flex of his abs as he exerts self-control in a scene that reeks of two people who have no control whatsoever.
I trail my hands over his muscles, memorizing the feel—the curve, the hardness. “Aidan,” I say, speaking the word into his open mouth while catching my breath. I remember what he told me about letting go—being in the moment and feeling it—so that’s what I do. I close my eyes as he reaches between my legs and strokes me with deft, experienced fingers. I slide off his sweaty body a bit and have to reposition myself to gain purchase.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, taking my earlobe into his mouth. He sucks once or twice and releases it, creating chills despite the warmth at all angles. “I want to make you feel good.”
I’d respond if I wasn’t on the brink of orgasm—I’d tell him being this close to his body gives me life, passion, a whole new destiny, but I keep that vested in favor of moaning for him to press harder. I open my eyes before I come, and he’s watching our entwined bodies in an old mirror that covers almost the entire wall next to us.
“Watch me,” he commands. “The mirror. Watch us.” With my hands sliding on his chest, he lifts me up farther on my kneesand pushes me back as he handles his dick. He grabs the condom next to us, rips it open, and slides it over his shaft while looking directly at me.
I watch the hazy reflection as he slides me forward and positions himself, tilts his hips up so just the tip enters my body, and then turns his head to the side to meet my gaze in the mirror. “Are you watching?” he asks, eyes flickering with an emotion I don’t fully understand.
I’m transfixed. It’s as if I’m watching two other people in the throes of passion, yet my body is on fire. “I can’t look away,” I confess.
His smile at my words is lackadaisical at best. “Ride me,” he returns, setting his hands on my hips, a light touch. “Like you mean it.”
He was all business while we were talking downstairs, straightforward and practical. The man in the mirror doesn’t even seem like the same person. The man beneath me, the one who is currently entering my body as I slide down, inch by inch, is someone else entirely. An entity granted for my pleasure—the man is made for this. I wanted this last night more than I care to admit, but now I’m glad I had a warm-up.
The slick feel of his hands on me guide me to a pleasurable pace—one that makes him groan, and my eyes roll back in my head. Feeling him fill my body is sensational, the connection unlike anything I have ever felt. I watch him in the mirror while he watches me in real time, his eyes narrowed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He lets me ride him up and down a few more times, muscles coiled in restraint, and then he slides me off him and lays me back on the mattress, parting my legs with one of his knees. Aidan settles between my legs, thrusting into me in one, core-clenching push. “That feels good,” I cry, tipping my chin up to receive his fiery lips. Sweat, his and mine, mingles, creating aslippery friction that lights the air with the scent of sex. Leaning away from our kiss, he buries his face in my neck and breathes heavy, his free hand wrapped around the base of my neck, a reminder who is running things right now.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasps. “This is mine.” Aidan swallows audibly and thrusts deep inside me, rubbing me in all the right places. The frame of the bed squeaks out in protest as he ravages me—brings me closer to blissed-out paradise.
“It’s yours,” I repeat, jagged breaths catching my words. “I’m almost there.” Tilting my hips up, I slide my hand between our wet bodies and stroke my clit as the pleasure builds. Aidan keeps the pace the same, his breathing uneven, his hand skimming the side of my body to end under my thigh.
He pulls my leg up to fuck me at a deeper angle and I come apart, one wave of pleasure at a time. I can feel his smile against my neck as he stays deep inside me as my orgasm hits. Closing my eyes against the onslaught of feelings, I ride it all the way up and back down. My heart is beating out of my chest, a reminder that I am in fact living in this moment instead of dreaming of it. A string of curse words exits my mouth when I finally have my wits enough to speak.
Aidan juts his hips when my body relaxes into the afterglow, and he comes in a rapid fierceness so strong I can feel his orgasm pulse against my channel. He grunts, relaxes with his elbows on either side of me and slides his forehead over to rest on top of mine. Sweat. So much sweat is glistening on our bodies. I don’t know which is his or which is mine.
“That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” he says, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth. “In both temperature and physically,” he explains.
I smile with my eyes, unable to move my mouth. He releases my mouth with a kiss. “Is that a bad thing?” I ask, floating around in that after sex cloud of delirium laced with lust-taintedlove. Casual, I remind myself. Even if I am his girlfriend, this is casual sex.Don’t make a big deal about it. Don’t show him too much. You showed too much downstairs. Keep this close.
“It’s a very good thing, Magnolia,” Aidan chirps, a wide, lazy smile on his face. It steals my breath when he says my name paired with that smile. He reaches between our bodies and pulls the condom off. He ties it, hunts for the wrapper, and slides the cum-filled latex into the foil.
“I’ve never had sex with a condom before,” I admit. So much for not giving him anything else. “It feels…different.”
Aidan grins. “Does it? I’ve never had sex without one.”
I must look shocked because he goes on. “Not a risk I’d ever take.”
“Oh,” I reply, sitting up, dabbing sweat off my chin. “Even if you were exclusive with someone?” I eye the foil and raise a brow. “Seems a little unnecessary if other measures were in place.”
“I control a condom. I can’t control a chick taking a pill at the same time every day,” he says, glancing away. I prod a bit more, and he tells me he’s not opposed to having children eventually, but he wants them to be planned. He’s not good with surprises.
