I want him inside me so badly, I’m aching for it.
“My cock is so hard for you,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my neck, goosebumps bursting across my skin. “Bear down for me.”
Since it’s been a long time since I’ve done this, I know he’s going to take his time so he doesn’t hurt me. I use toys on myself, but a hard dick is different. He knows how to bottom, so he’ll do everything right, I’m sure of it.
The tip of his cock presses against me, the initial burn making me wince slightly. He eases back, adds more lube, then pushes in again.
This time, it’s more stretch than burn, a delicious pressure. He takes his time, inch by sweet inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. He stills, waiting for me to adjust.
“You are so tight, Aiden. God, your hole is like a vice on my dick. You okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
“Give me a second,” I reply, breathing steadily as I feel the moment my body gives in, a wave of pleasure washing over me. “Okay, I’m ready. Move, baby.”
He eases out halfway, then pushes back in, building a steady rhythm. The nerve endings inside me are firing on all cylinders; the sensation of his cock brushing against my prostate and the exquisite stretch and pressure, sending pings of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Fuck me harder, baby,” I cry out, craving more.
He suddenly pulls out, and I protest. “What are you doing?”
“Flip onto your back for me. I want to look you in the eyes while I fuck you.”
I’m on my back in an instant, my legs high in the air as he drives back inside me. His eyes are wild as he thrusts in and out of me, pushing me closer to the edge.
He kisses my ankles, then pushes my legs further back, deepening his angle. I’m so close, teetering on the edge.
Leaning down to kiss me, he murmurs, “I love you so much, Foxy.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh, God, where’d that one come from?”
The unexpected pet name throws me off guard.
“Your porn name, Aiden Fox. Come on, that’s a good one, right?” he grins.
I groan. “No. You are not using that one either. Now, focus. I was so close, and I lost it. You owe me a really good orgasm now.”
“I can do that.”
And oh, fuck, does he.
He pounds into me, his hand working my dick until I’m shooting all over my stomach. As he climaxes, he cries out, finishing inside me.
This, right here, is what I dreamed of on those lonely nights in New York. To laugh and joke during mind-blowing sex with the man I love.
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
Chapter 24
Jay
Early morning light filters through the sheer curtains of my bedroom window as I snuggle deeper into Aiden’s chest. He’s warm, solid, and breathing steadily, blissfully unaware I’ve been awake since before the sun came up, just lying here, soaking him in and replaying last night on a loop.
When he asked me if I liked to top, I nearly came in my pants. I’d hoped he’d want that eventually, but I didn’t expect it so soon. Then again, nothing about this has followed a script, and that makes it feel so right.
Like everything between us, sex feels effortless. We connect on a level I’ve never experienced with anyone else. He makes me feel safe and wanted, yet we can joke and laugh right in the middle of it.
I’ve been making a list of new pet names to spring on him, to see that humorous, annoyed look flicker across his face. It lights me up like nothing else.
I know moving in seems impulsive and fast, but I don’t care. I’m completely and hopelessly in love with him, and he loves me back with an intensity I’ve never known. Staying another minute in this crappy, lonely apartment would have been unbearable.
