I gasp as his other hand slides between my thighs, finding me already wet and ready for him. “Please,” Iwhisper.
He releases my hair to grip my hips, positioning me on my hands and knees before him. The mattress dips as he moves behind me. He’s hard against me, pressing into the curve of my backside. My entire body is on fire, desperate for him.
“Aidan,” I whimper, pushing back against him, silently begging.
He chuckles. “So impatient.” His teeth graze my shoulder, just hard enough to make me gasp.
When he finally pushes inside me, I have to bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cry.
He fills me completely, stretching me in the best way. His hand climbs up my spine, then tangles in my hair, tugging just enough to arch my back.
“Look at you,” he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So perfect for me.”
When he starts to move, it’s with measured control that contradicts the tension coiled in his body. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, drawing soft moans from my lips.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let me hear those pretty little sounds.”
“Aidan,” I gasp, his name falling from my lips like a prayer. “Harder.”
His grip on my hips tightens. “Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough. “Turn your head and look at me, Lucy.”
I do as he asks, twisting to meet his gaze over my shoulder. The sight of him nearly undoes me, his face flushed with desire, jaw clenched, eyes burning into mine. His rhythm intensifies, each thrust more demanding than the last. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by my breathless moans and his deep groans.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he praises, his hand slipping around to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. “Taking me so well.”
When his fingers roll the sensitive peak between them, the sensation travels like lightning straight to my core. The sudden jolt of pleasure is so intense, so unexpected, that I cry out his name as everything inside me shatters. My body tenses, trembling as my orgasm crashes through me, leaving me gasping and clutching desperately at the sheets beneath me.
“That’s it,” Aidan growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So responsive for me.”
He doesn’t slow his pace, driving into me as I quiver around him, prolonging my pleasure until I’m whimpering, overwhelmed by sensation. His rhythm becomes more erratic as he chases his own release.
“Lucy,” he groans, the sound raw and primal.
I push back against him, wanting to feel every inch, wanting to be the reason he loses control.
With a final, powerful thrust, he stills, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release. His forehead drops to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin as pleasure ripples through him. Every pulse of his cock sends aftershocks through my already sensitive body. His arms tighten around me as his body trembles against mine, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he empties himself completely.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He gently eases us both down onto the mattress. He doesn’t pull away immediately, keeping me pressed against him as our heartbeats gradually slow. His arms wrap around me, one hand splayed possessively across my stomach.
“You okay?” he asks against my hair, his voice soft with concern.
I nod, too blissed out to form words.
He presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering against my skin. I feel him smile, that rare, unguarded curve of his mouth that I’ve come to treasure.
“I missed this,” I whisper, my voice still a little shaky. I shift slightly, turning in his arms until we’re face to face. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the usual storm in his eyes calms to gentle waves. I trace my fingers along the stubble on his jaw, marveling at how this gruff, guarded man can look at me with such tenderness.
“What?” he asks, catching my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm.
“Nothing,” I say, but I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Just…happy.”
“I like seeing you like this,” he mumbles against my skin. “All soft and satisfied.”
He presses his lips to my wrist before he trails his lips higher, pressing gentle kisses along the inside of my arm. Each touch sends little sparks through me, reawakening nerves I thought were thoroughly spent.
“I think I could get used to this,” I admit softly. “You coming home to me every night.”
