When he’s down to just his boxers, he moves over me, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as I lie on my back. He hovers above, his arms braced on either side of my head, his eyes locked on mine. The intensity of his gaze makes me shiver.
“Cold?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that I can feel in my chest.
I shake my head. “No. Just…nervous.”
His expression softens, and he lowers himself to his forearms, his face inches from mine. “We can stop anytime,” he says, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. “Just say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper, my hands finding courage as they slide up his arms, feeling the hard muscle beneath warm skin. “I want you.”
A groan escapes him. “Say it again,” he commands softly, his lips brushing against mine. “Tell me what you want, Lucy.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but his unwavering gaze holds mine. “I want you, Aidan,” I repeat, my voice steadier now. “All of you.”
“Good girl,” he praises, his words sending another shiver of pleasure through me. His lips find mine again, capturing them in a kiss that steals my breath.
His lips trail down my neck, each kiss deliberate and precise, mapping every inch of my skin. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” he says against my collarbone.
I nod, unable to form words as his mouth continues itsjourney downward. I’m fairly certain nothing he does could ever feel anything but right.
When his lips close around my nipple, a gasp escapes me, my back arching instinctively.
He smiles against my skin, the satisfaction written all over his face enough to send my pulse into a frantic beat.
“I want to hear every sound you make. Don’t ever hold back with me.”
His words strike something deep inside me. I let go, allowing my body to do what it needs, no longer trying to hold back. Soft sighs escape me, quiet moans slipping from my lips, each one a reflection of how he makes me feel—alive, wanted, and completely his.
It’s like I’m uncoiling, shedding layers I didn’t even realize I was still holding onto. His touch and his words give me the permission to be justme.
His hand slips between us, fingers trailing down my stomach. When he reaches the lace edge of my underwear, he pauses, his eyes finding mine in the dim light.
I nod, breathless. “Please.”
His fingers dip beneath the fabric, and I gasp at the first touch, my hips rising to meet him. He watches my face intently, reading every spark of pleasure, learning what makes me sigh, what makes me tremble.
“There she is,” he murmurs approvingly when he finds the spot that makes me arch against him. “So responsive for me.”
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me, but his voice calls me back.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he orders softly. “I want to see you.”
I force my eyes open. His eyes never leave mine as his fingers work their magic, building a pressure inside me that threatens to shatter me completely.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, his voice thick with desire. The words wash over me, and I can’t help the way my body responds, arching into his touch, seeking more.
His fingers move with deliberate precision, drawing circles that make my breath hitch and my thoughts scatter. I’m trembling now, my hands clutching at his shoulders, anchoring me as pleasure builds in waves.
“Aidan,” I gasp as I feel myself approaching the edge.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his eyes darkening as he watches me unravel. “Let go for me.”
When it hits, it’s an overwhelming rush that crashes through me, leaving me breathless and shaking. He holds me through it, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth as I come down slowly.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s moving again, sliding my underwear down my legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor. The cool air brushes against my heated skin, but then he’s there, his body covering mine.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “I need to be inside of you.”
I nod, my hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his boxers. He kicks them off, and my stomach flips at the sight. He’s long and thick, rigid with unrestrained need.
