“Thanks,” I reply with a smirk.
Aerin bursts out laughing and I join her, then she gasps and tightens her hand in mine. “Oh my god I can feel when you laugh. That’sinsane.”
“Not as insane as this.” Our lips close over one another, and I start to fuck her. My pace is slow at first, soaking up the sensation of her pussy closing around my dick, of her hand in mine and her breasts pushing against my chest as she shifts and twists beneath me. Her sweetness lingering on my tongue makes my cock throb. When it twitches, she giggles, which starts the laughing cycle all over again.
Thrusting grows faster and harder while I track Aerin’s pleasure and comfort through her breathless gasps and muted moans that pour from her mouth into mine. I’m losing myself in her. This is all I want for the rest of my life. Her hand in mine, her lips locked against mine, and my cock buried as deep inside her as I can reach.
I want to fuck her without having to hide it, kiss her openly, and yell my love from the rooftops. And I want to get on my knees and thank her for saving me from an all-consuming darkness that I didn’t even know was inside me.
“Falco!” Aerin gasps, throwing her head back and breaking the kiss. “I’m so…”
“Relax into it,” I coax her, kissing her jaw and nuzzling down to her neck. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
Pleasure builds like a roar in the back of my mind, sweeping through me where it collides with the heat coiled in my lower gut. The moment Aerin comes and tightens around me like a band, I’m utterly lost to my own desires and I spill inside her three thrusts later.
Through it all, I hold her close while she trembles and gasps and tugs on my hair like it’s some kind of switch controlling her pleasure. From how much I enjoy it, it might as well be. We come together, tremble together and then collapse down onto the bed together but not once do our combined hands part.
I keep holding her hand while holding her close and kissing her softly.
“Amazing,” Aerin murmurs weakly against my chest. “It feels amazing.”
“Yeah it does.”
My agreement is the last word spoken before deep sleep takes us both for an hour. By the time I wake up, the first hint of sunlight teases through my curtain and my phone alarm buzzes repeatedly on the side table, set to wake me long before Aerin needs to rise or her mother begins banging on her door. It draws Aerin out of her sleep and she lifts her head, smacking her lips together while she squints at me.
“Oh no. We fell asleep.”
“You have that effect on me.”
“Because I’m boring?”
“Soothing.”
“Aww.” She kisses my cheek and sits up, then groans. “Ow.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s…achy. Like a bruise.”
“I was too rough.”
“No!” She tightens her hand in mind while pushing hair out of her face. “It was amazing. I…ugh.”
“Ugh?” I follow her and sit up too, yawning. “What’s ugh?”
“I have my last bridal fitting today. I’d forgotten but I just remembered.”
And just like that, reality crashes back down against my shoulders. “I could always fuck you so hard that you can’t walk down the aisle?”
Aerin laughs and tilts her head, gazing at me with such warmth in her eyes. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
32
FALCO
Aerin’s presence becomes the only thing keeping me afloat as the days trickle by like sludge. Her impending wedding next week threatens to end our secret relationship, since Guido might insist on keeping me in his employ while Aerin is sent away to be with her new husband.
