We suck in a breath at the same time, and our gazes lock.
We’ve kissed and done heavy petting the last few weeks to get by while we recovered from our injuries. But this is the first time we’ve gone this far since Halloween night. I thought it would feel different this time around—now that we’re officially together and no longer pretending. Yet, it feels the same, like nothing has changed except for our relationship.
My heart still races, and I get butterflies in my stomach. He looks at me with love and tests my reaction with a careful thrust, because my comfort means more to him than his own pleasure.
Nothing has changed.
I’m such an idiot for not seeing it for what it was in the beginning.
Aiden rocks into me, keeping his pace slow but hard. He lowers his head and wraps his lips around my nipple, dragging his teeth over the sensitive nub before sucking. I dig my nails into his back and squeeze my legs around his lean waist topush him deeper inside me. He shows my other breast the same attention with his teeth and tongue.
My toes curl as he fucks me closer to another orgasm, this one having a slower build than the last.
He swears under his breath and lifts his head. “I’m sorry, pretty girl. I’m not gonna last long. You feel too fucking good.”
My inner walls spasm around his driving cock. Each time our hips meet, he grinds his pelvis against my clit.
“Not yet. I’m so close,” I whine.
He clenches his teeth and moves onto his knees. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he pushes my legs backward and apart to spread me open. Aiden’s gaze drops to where we’re joined, and he watches as he fucks me with more desperation.
“Please, Nova,” he whimpers. “Rub your clit and make yourself come.”
I reach between my legs and stroke the bundle of nerves. My climax builds, but not fast enough for Aiden.
“Please,” he whines. “Please. Please. Shit, I’m gonna come.”
Oh, fuck. I love it when he begs.
My eyes roll back, and I hold my breath as I orgasm. Aiden’s bellows fill our bedroom as he joins me. His hips slam against mine, and he holds still, buried deep as he fills me with his cum.
Harsh breathing fills the silence as we come down from the high. Aiden lowers my legs and blankets me with his body, tucking his arms beneath me.
“I love you,” he whispers into my neck.
“I love you, too.” I smile. “Now, about that date.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, kisses my nose, then pulls his softening cock out of me. “A promise is a promise. Let’s get cleaned up first, though.” He pauses and glances between my legs. Heat flashes in his eyes, and he bites his bottom lip. “Never mind. I want my cum soaking your panties while we’re out.”
“Speaking of cum,” I say. “do you remember those strudels you made for me?”
“Yeah. What about them?”
“It tasted off, not like the usual sweetness. However, something has been bugging me. That weird taste from the toaster strudel . . . it’s familiar.”
A grin stretches across Aiden’s face. “Familiar how, pretty girl?”
“Did you do something to them when I wasn’t looking?”
“Yeah. I made them with love.”
I narrow my eyes. “You made them with love?”
He sighs and drops his forehead against my shoulder. “I put my cum in them, Nova. I’m?—”
“Don’t apologize.” I thread my fingers through his hair and grin. “I’m not mad about it.”
Aiden lifts his head, his eyes full of mischief. “So are you saying you’d like more strudels like that?”
