His eyes darken at my words, something possessive flashing in their depths right before he flips me onto my back. I feel him growing hard again, the evidence of his renewed desire pressing insistently against my thigh.
“Already?” I whisper, unable to keep the pleased surprise from my voice.
“Can you blame me?” His voice is a low rumble that I feel more than hear. “Fuck, I need to taste you.”
I arch against him as his lips travel lower, his stubble creating a delicious friction against my sensitive skin. When his mouth closes around my nipple, I gasp, my back bowing off the bed. His tongue swirls around the hardened peak before he sucks harder.
“Aidan,” I gasp, straining against his hold.
He cups both breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he movesto give attention to my other nipple. The contrast between his rough palms and the wet heat of his mouth makes me dizzy with want as I thread my fingers through his hair.
“These gorgeous tits fill my hands perfectly,” he groans. “Made for me.”
A needy whimper escapes my throat at his words. His hand shifts between us, and my breath catches when I realize he’s gripping himself, stroking his length while his mouth continues its sweet torture on my breast. I find myself watching him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“I’ve never watched a man touch himself like that before,” I say, my eyes fixed on his hand wrapped around his rigid length. The words slip out before I can stop them, heat rushing to my cheeks at my own admission.
Aidan moves slowly. “No?”
I shake my head, swallowing hard. “No. It’s… I like watching you.”
He shifts, positioning himself so I have a better view.
“Watch, then,” he says. “Watch how hard you make me.”
My breath catches as his hand begins to move again, stroking from base to tip with unhurried movements. I’m transfixed by the way his muscles tense, the flex of his forearm, the way his jaw clenches when he twists his wrist just so.
He leans down to take my nipple between his lips again.
“You’re going to kill me,” I mumble.
He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through me. “Not before I make you come again.”
His pace quickens, his hand pumping with more urgency as he switches to my other breast. I can’t tear my eyes away from the hypnotic rhythm of his hand, the way his jaw works as he sucks me harder, the dark hunger in his eyes when they meet mine.
His mouth never leaves my breast as his hand abandons hisown pleasure to give me mine. His fingers slide between my thighs, instantly finding my clit. The dual sensation of his hot mouth laving my nipple while his fingers work in tight, deliberate circles is overwhelming.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand.
He increases the pressure, the rhythm perfect as he alternates between firm strokes and featherlight touches. All while his tongue flicks across my hardened peak in the same maddening pattern.
The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter with each pass of his fingers. My breathing becomes ragged, my entire body tensing as I climb higher.
When he sucks harder and flicks his finger just right, the tension snaps. I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me. My body arches off the bed, but he holds me steady, guiding me through each pulsing aftershock.
“Oh, fuck, Lucy—” Aidan’s voice breaks into a guttural groan, dragging my eyes open just in time to see his face contort with pleasure. He still hasn’t moved his hand back to stroke himself, but he’s coming anyway, his release spilling across my stomach in hot pulses. His body shudders as he watches his own cum coat my skin.
I can’t look away.
“Jesus…Christ,” he pants, chest heaving as he braces himself above me. “Just watching you makes me fucking lose it.”
His hand finally moves to grasp himself, fingers wrapping around his still-hard length. I watch, mesmerized, as he strokes slowly, drawing out the last pulses of his orgasm. His hand moves in long, deliberate pulls, coaxing a few more spurts across my skin.
Pride surges through me. I did this to him. I made him lose control.
When he’s finally spent, he collapses beside me. His arm drapes possessively across my waist, careful to avoid the mess on my stomach. I turn to look at him, taking in the flush on his cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on his brow.
“That’s never happened before,” he admits. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
