He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat.
“I love you, too, baby. I always will,” he says, his kiss fierce enough to make my heart skip.
I’m so in love with this man.
Getting lost in more kisses until the cum dries, Aiden finally goes to the bathroom. When he comes back with a damp cloth, he gently wipes away the evidence from my skin and then curls around me again, his arms a gentle vise.
We drift into sleep, tangled together, the lamp casting gentle halos on the walls we were too tired to turn off.
In the middle of the night, I wake up to a firm pressure poking against my back. Aiden is twitching, a low moan escaping his lips. I slip my hand down his thigh, feeling the hard line of arousal.
Sliding down to take him into my mouth, I find him warm and slick, the salty tang of pre-cum coating my tongue. I swirl it along the ridge of his length, sinking deeper until his broad mushroom head rests at the back of my throat. Easing out, I get a firm grip at the base, stroking up, squeezing more liquid from the tip for me to taste.
“Mmm, baby, that feels so good,” he rumbles, half-lost in a dreamy haze. “Take me down your throat.”
I do as he asks, sliding him in and out with measured strokes, my lips sealing around him with firm suction. My hand mirrors the rhythm, pinching the base as I pump upward, sucking him like a vacuum. Within moments, his hips jerk, his breath catches, and he spills warm release down into my waiting mouth.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he breathes, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction as he guides me up for a kiss. “You really know how to suck a dick.”
I grin against his lips. “Why, thank you, it’s a special skill,” I tease. “You must have been having a good dream. You woke me up with your cock jabbing me in the back, panting in my ear.”
He chuckles, trailing kisses down my neck, his breath hot behind my ear. “I don’t remember, but I won’t complain about how you woke me up. Now, let me return the favor.”
And he does, bringing me to a shuddering third climax in less than twelve hours, waves of pleasure cascading through me until my vision swims and my muscles quake. Exhausted, we curl together in the inky dark, Aiden’s steady heartbeat the last thing I feel before sleep claims me again.
This morning is a stark contrast to the day before. When I woke up yesterday, I was trapped in self-inflicted misery, desperately longing for Aiden to where I could barely function, paralyzed by fear and insecurity. I didn’t know how to bridge the gap between us orhow to express what I needed. But that one question—do you ever think about Florida?—was all it took. Aiden seized that small opening and met it with everything I’d been too afraid to ask for. And now, here we are.
I woke up before him, his arm draped around my waist, strong and warm, anchoring me to his side. I haven’t moved, afraid to disturb him. Instead, I’ve let myself soak it all in—the press of his body against mine, the soft dusting of hair on his chest tickling my back, and the slow, steady sound of his breath in my ear. I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times, and I want it to last.
The cats, mercifully, have stayed asleep until a few moments ago, when Maisy opened one eye, saw I was awake, and padded over to Aiden’s side. She rubs against him insistently, her purring vibrating the mattress.
Aiden stirs. “Mmm,” he murmurs, pulling me tighter, his lips brushing the sweet spot just below my ear.
The kiss sends a shiver down my spine.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I whisper, turning to face him and wrapping my arms around him, wanting to get closer.
“God, you feel good.”
He kisses me deeply, our bodies shifting together in a slow, sleepy rhythm. Our hands roam, our breaths catch, the moment teetering on the edge of something more until the cats start in with their morning demands, a chorus of meows and yowls that make it clear—playtime’s over.
Aiden groans, shooing them off the bed and slipping out from under the covers. “I hear you, you filthy beasts,” he mutters, rubbing his face as he heads for their food bowls.
I chuckle and stretch before heading to the bathroom to take care of business. As I wash my hands and slip into a clean pair of underwear, Aiden steps into the bathroom, his hand brushing my back as he passes. He takes a leak right in front of me, like we’ve been doing this forever. The casual familiarity of it makes me smile.
In just a few hours, we’ve shifted from just friends to something so much deeper. We’ll need to have the define-the-relationship talk sooner rather than later, but for now, I’m happy just being here with him.
“I hate to say it,” Aiden says, tugging a clean T-shirt from his bag, “but we should probably hit the road. We’ve got a long drive ahead, especially since we cut things short yesterday.” He shoots me a grin. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I’m not complaining either,” I reply. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
I walk over to him, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him firmly on the mouth.
“For being braver than me. For saying how you feel. I’ve wanted this for so long but couldn’t find the nerve. You took the leap and got us here.”
