“It’s my turn,” I murmur, a smirk playing on my lips.
From my vantage point, his upper body is a landscape of masculine perfection. He’s leaner than he was in Florida, but every muscle is sharply defined, a testament to his inherent strength.
His olive skin is covered with a dark layer of trimmed hair that tapers down his torso, guiding my eyes down his happy trail. His taut nipples beg for my attention. He’s my ultimate fantasy.
I trail kisses down his abdomen, feeling the ridges of his muscles against my lips. I want to draw out this exquisite torture, so I press kisses to his inner thighs, savoring the feel of his coarse hair against my cheek, before moving back up to his groin. His eyes, dark and hungry, track my every movement.
Rather than keeping him on his back, I pull him to his feet, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss before sinking to my knees.
His cock is thick, a pulsing vein running up its length, feeding the engorged, pink head. His balls are full and heavy. I wrap my hand around steel wrapped in velvet skin, licking the bead of pre-cum from his slit. He bucks at the contact, a guttural moan escaping his lips.
“Oh fuck, baby, suck me,” Aiden pleads, his voice a desperate rasp.
I oblige, taking him deep into my mouth in one swift motion. His masculine, musky scent fills my nostrils as I breathe him in; his neatly trimmed hair tickles my face. He thrusts slowly, the salty taste of him flooding my senses.
I look up at him, nodding, granting him permission to take what he needs.
“Yeah, baby, take my dick. I want my load inside you,” he groans, his hips moving faster, his cock swelling, his balls tightening.
Spit drips from my mouth to the floor, and I gag slightly, but I don’t let up. I reach up, stroking his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he exclaims, his voice a hoarse cry as he unleashes a torrent of salty warmth down my throat.
It’s too much to contain, and some escapes, oozing down my chin.
Giving one last lick up his length, I stand, returning the favor by feeding his release back to him in a fierce, messy kiss.
We collapse back onto the bed, breathless and tangled together, kissing like we can’t get enough. His heart beats against mine, steady and grounding, easing the wild energy still buzzing under my skin.
For the first time in a long time, I feel completely at peace, content in a way I’d forgotten was possible.
“God,” I say, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. “That was incredible.”
Aiden chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. “That was amazing. Do you remember the first time we did that?”
I laugh, my face heating at the memory. “Oh yeah. If I remember right, I blew you first, but pulled off, afraid I was going to gag because of my texture issue. Then, when it was your turn, I came down your throat in like two seconds with zero warning.”
He grins, “Oh, I remember. You didn’t seem too sorry about it either. We were in my bedroom when my parents were at somechurch thing. Even though the house was empty, we still barricaded the door, just in case.”
That hits me like a punch to the gut. The guilt floods in before I can stop it. I’ve spent years replaying the day that ended everything.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out.
His brow furrows. “What are you sorry for?”
“That last day,” I whisper. “When everything went to shit. I should’ve locked the door. I knew better. It was my fault.”
“Hell no,” Aiden says, his tone dropping low and serious. “Come on, sit up, cross your legs, right now.”
I know what this means—it’s time for a serious talk. We used to do this whenever things got heavy.
He takes my hands, eyes locking on mine. “That was not your fault. I knew better, too. I’ve replayed that day a thousand times, wondering what we could’ve done differently.
“But if we were living under the same roof, it was bound to happen. Maybe not that day, but eventually. What’s done is done, and no amount of guilt changes that.”
Leave it to me to take a sweet, sexy moment and turn it into a therapy session.
Tears burn down my cheeks. “I know, but I can’t help wondering how different things might have been if I’d just taken that one second and locked the door like we always did.”
