He shifts then, muscles flexing as he reaches into the bedside drawer for a condom. He rolls the condom on with ease, then positions himself between my thighs.
He hesitates for just a moment, his weight balanced on his forearms above me.
“Lucy,” he says, voice rough as gravel. “It’s… It’s been a long time for me.”
The confession catches me off guard. Just a second ago he was this confident man who seemed so sure of every touch. I reach up, cupping his face in my hands, feeling the scratch of stubble against my palms.
“For me, too,” I whisper, and it’s true. More than that, though… It’s never felt this important.
He lowers his head, pressing his forehead to mine, breathing me in.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he murmurs. “I want to make it good for you.”
I slide my hands into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that tells him everything words can’t. When we break apart, I’m breathless.
“You already are,” I assure him.
He slowly pushes forward, the pressure making me gasp. He stills immediately.
“Okay?” he asks, concern etching his features.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Don’t stop.”
He continues, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him. When he’s fully seated, he pauses, his breath coming in short bursts.
“You feel incredible,” he groans, his voice hoarse with the effort of holding back.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer. “Move, Aidan,” I whisper against his lips. “Please.”
He begins to rock against me, his movements slow and careful at first. His eyes never leave mine, watching every reaction, adjusting his rhythm to match my responses.
My hands slide up his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath my fingertips. His pace remains unhurried, the slow drag and push creating a building tension that has me arching beneath him. But his control is slipping—I see it in the tightening of his jaw, the flexing of his muscles as he holds himself back.
“More,” I whisper, encouraged by the desire darkening his eyes. “I won’t break.”
A flash of raw hunger breaks through his carefulcontrol. His hips snap forward with sudden force, and a surprised cry tears from my throat.
“Like that?” he growls, his voice barely recognizable.
“Yes,” I breathe, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
The last thread of his restraint snaps. His movements become deeper, faster, more urgent. His breathing turns ragged against my neck, and I can feel him trembling with the effort to not completely let go.
I cradle his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Please, I want it all,” I tell him. “I want to see you lose control.”
His rhythm falters for just a second, surprise spreading across his face. “Fuck, Lucy,” he groans.
I want to know that I can break through those carefully constructed walls. My nails dig into his shoulders as I pull him closer, urging him deeper.
His movements become harder, more demanding, as he finally surrenders to what we both need. The headboard knocks against the wall, and I’m vaguely aware I should be quieter, but I can’t hold back the sounds he’s drawing from me.
“That’s it,” he urges, one hand sliding beneath me to lift my hips higher. “Take it all.”
The change in angle hits something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I whimper his name as pleasure coils tighter, threatening to snap.
“I’m—fuck. I’m so close. Come for me, beautiful. Now.”
His demand pushes me over the edge, and I shatter beneath him. He watches me fall apart, his eyes never leaving my face, drinking in every gasp and moan.
