Chapter Thirty-One
Ellie let out a small squeal as Aidam pounced and took her lips again in another ferocious kiss. His kiss was one she knew she would never tire of, not in a million years. Yet, this kiss was different.
Aidam captured not only her lips with his own but her mind, body, and soul as well. She could feel the love radiating off him in waves with every caress. She matched the movements of his tongue with her own, wanting desperately to show him she, too, felt what he was feeling. She, too, wanted to devour him as he was devouring her.
She arched into his body, again and again. Her body no longer only her own, but his as well. The ache in her center was reaching out and controlling her every movement as she ran her hands down the hard lines of his back before wrapping around to touch and explore the rigid muscles of his abdomen. He was fire personified. His skin was smooth and rough at the same time. His body burned the tips of her fingers as she ran her hand across every in of skin she could reach. It was as if she was enchanted and Aidam was the only one who could break the spell.
“Och, Ellie, yer touch is like spun gold,” he groaned, pulling his lips away from her and pressing the hard length of himself into her. Their bodies connected, and he ground his hips into the very core of her desire. She had only thought lovemaking to be gentle and sweet until Aidam showed her different. Genuine desire was needy and dangerous. She was walking the cliffs above the sea that was her own pleasure, and she wanted to jump off, the consequences of her rash actions only bringing her more pleasure.
“There are too many clothes between us,” she said, grinding into him, causing him to shudder and moan. She reached for the line of his trews, and he let out a slow breath telling her she was on the right path as she deftly moved to release the ties from the linen. With one sure movement of his hips to assist her, the pesky clothing was dispatched. Where, Ellie cared not.
“Can I look at you?” She asked, her voice shy but heavy with admiration and desire.
“Aye, lass,” he replied as he knelt above her. She had never seen the entire length of him. She felt the dampness pool between her legs as she took in the sight of his bulging, erect manhood. He was braw indeed.
“Do ye like what ye see, then?” he laughed as she bit her lower lip and gave him a coy nod.
“I think I’d like it more if ye placed yerself inside of me,” she dared order. She did not understand where her brazenness was coming from, but her need to feel him within her was greater than her need to keep quiet. She reached up and pulled him down to her. They had been separated long enough. Her curiosity for the look of him sated, she now wanted other needs taken care of.
“I like a lass who kens what she wants,” he replied as he lightly ran a finger up her leg from her knee to her thigh, only stopping briefly before resting in the center of the soft curls that rested at the apex where her legs met.
She sucked in a deep breath as she felt her entire being pulsating with need of him. She could not wait a moment longer to be filled by him. He slid one finger down her slit and gently spread her open. She let out a soft moan as he caressed the tight nub at her opening with his thumb while sliding first one finger, then another into her.
“Yer so wet for me, lass,” he said. “Can ye feel it? How much ye want me?”
“Aye,” she gasped as he kept his movements even, elegant. He slid his fingers in and out, flicking her most sensitive parts with each stroke.
“I want to taste ye,” he said. She could barely keep her thoughts her own as she moaned a begging agreement. He dipped his head lower and, using his lips and tongue, replaced the place his fingers had just been and began to kiss and suckle. He toyed with her, bringing her to the brink of something enticing and sweet, but also desperate and wanton, with each movement of his mouth. And when he wrapped his lips around the tight, needy bud, she nearly lost consciousness for the raging need that began to consume her. She needed him to stop, but she knew she couldn’t bear it if he did. He allowed his fingers, once again, to join his mouth as he pleasured her.
“Tell me,” he said, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “I ken feel ye close, but I want ye to tell me what ye want.” His movements became more rapid, matching the heightening need in her breaths. She could not think, let alone speak, but he continued to demand of her body. She bucked wildly beneath him. Her eyes closing tightly against and at the same time, she wanted to look, to see where his head lowered between her legs. She was eager for each sensation he drove into her.
“I dae nae ken,” she moaned. “I want…I want…” she could not continue. Her thoughts turned against her, and there was nothing coherent left. White-hot heat exploded from her center, and Aidam did not let up his movement. He coaxed and cajoled. He teased and tempted. She was chained to his every movement.
“Come now, lass…” he ordered before rearing up and replacing his divine mouth with his hard-driving shaft. Fast and furious, he drove into her, causing her body to explode into a million tiny, lighted stars.
This is what she needed, what she craved. He filled her completely as warmth spread through her, and the storm raged somewhere in the distance. Ellie could not tell if the thunder was outside her chamber or the beating of her own heart. A sound escaped her throat unlike any she had made before. It was borne of pure pleasure. Pleasure only Aidam’s body could bring.
“Ellie, ye feel so good,” he said. “And we aren’t done yet.”
How can there possibly be more,she thought.
Aidam started to move inside her, slowly at first. She languished in his touch. Her body was finally coming down and relaxing after the heights he had just brought her to. As he moved slowly in and out, he ran a free hand through her hair and leaned down to place a sweet kiss on first her cheek, then her other cheek, and then he pulled at her mouth with his. She accepted his kiss and pushed into him.
Her ecstasy slowed and subsided, but she loved the feel of Aidam inside her. They fit like perfection. If only they could stay like this forever, she thought. She did not need to ever return to a world where these feelings were not their only feelings. She desired only to remain connected to Aidam in languishing, sweet movements like the tide moving out at sunset.
Again and again, he moved within her, and Ellie allowed herself to concentrate only on Aidam and how he made her feel. Then something began to happen.
Heat began to build in her again. The pleasure and agony she felt before started to return. She bucked, she needed more control. She wanted to drive his pleasure as well as her own. As if reading her thoughts, Aidam looked down and smiled. She knew that smile, it was devious, and when he gave it, she always knew something interesting was about to happen. Aidam did not disappoint.
With one smooth, fluid motion, he managed to reverse their positions on the bed. His movements so smooth he never left her, and Ellie found herself suddenly on top of him, their bodies still joined.
“Ahh…” The feel of him was the same, yet different somehow. She could feel him inside her. It was as if there was more of him, and it was glorious. She looked down to see the magical place where his body connected to hers. Their bodies were aglow with perspiration. They shone in the waning firelight. Ellie couldn’t help but think they might be some other creatures, no longer human, but perhaps Fae or dare she think it…angels. Never could two people look as glorious connected as she and Aidam at that moment. She felt herself want again.
What do I do?” she asked, not wishing to waste this feeling with her own naivety.
“Anything ye want lass,” he said. “Ye feel like an angel, but perhaps ye could ride me like a devil?”
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