“If you keep making that sound, this massage won't last very long at all.”
I let out a husky chuckle and closed my eyes. “Maybe I don't want it to.”
“Good. I'll try to be quick.”
“Quick now,” I clarified. “Later I’m expecting you to take your time.”
He pressed his thumbs in gently on either side of my spine, then spread his big hands across my back, sliding them around my ribcage until his little fingers reached the sides of my breasts. He couldn't seem to stay away from them.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he said. “Later is the part that’ll take all night.”
I hummed softly. “Promises, promises.”
He laughed again but continued to work my muscles with gentle pressure, his fingers strong but soothing as they plied my shoulders, neck, and upper arms. As he finished each area, he marked it with a kiss that sent a thrill through me, warming my pussy even more. He didn't stop when he finished with my upper back and shoulders, either. He worked his way lower, his touch less practical now, his hands tender, almost reverent as they traced my curves. He massaged the backs of my legs, his thumbs working the tight muscles and occasionally straying to skim along my inner thighs, adding to the waves of desire cresting inside me. I couldn't help but moan again as he framed the bottom curve of my ass with both hands, his thumbs dipping perilously close to my center. I tried to widen my legs but was stopped by his knees on either side of me, holding me in place.
Aiden bent forward, pressing his clothed body over my naked back, and placed a gentle kiss behind my ear. His erection pressed against my ass, and I thrust back to meet it.
He groaned softly, and his voice was thick with desire when he spoke. “You've had enough of your massage, then?”
“We agreed it would be quick, didn't we?” I asked, almost desperate as I wriggled under his delicious weight. “It was perfect, but there are some other areas that urgently need your attention.”
“Urgently, you say?” He straightened and dragged his hands down my back one more time then lightly patted my ass. “Maybe you should turn over.”
I stretched like a cat, arms extended, back arched and ass in the air, before rolling over onto my back. “Best idea ever. Now get over here.”
He came willingly, grinning as I tugged him to the bed. He held himself over me, one of his thighs nestled between mine, and pressed a kiss to my lips, then my jaw.
“So, I take it we've reached the ‘later’ part now? Is this where I take it slow?”
My hand circled the back of his neck and I rolled my hips. “Not quite. You're still fully clothed.”
“Good point,” he said, rocking his hips to meet mine.
He pushed his growing hard-on into me, and I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around his waist and hold him there. Instead, I ran my hands over his chest before gently pushing him away. He took the cue, crawling backward down my body until he was standing at the foot of the bed. He paused there and stared at me, lips parted and eyes dark.
The smoldering heat behind his gaze sent a shiver rippling through me. I rubbed my arms, then slid my hands down my torso to stroke my thighs and hips. Aiden bit his bottom lip to stifle another groan, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Sweatpants and boxers were next to go.
His impressive cock bobbed against his stomach, and I licked my lips, finally getting why he could look at me the way he did. Because I saw him the same way. The bob of his Adam's apple beneath an angular jaw led my gaze down his throat to his muscular chest that was mapped with ink. The path continued through the grooves of his abs, and finally, the trail of fuzzy hair leading straight to the grand prize.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, squirming against the throbbing between my legs.
He let out a short laugh. “Shut up.”
Then his parted lips twisted into a devilish smirk and his eyes went darker, the pupils swallowing them whole as he watched me watching him. His hand strayed to his erection and stroked it absently.
My pussy clenched once, hard; my heart rate speeding up with the pulsing there. Like Aiden, my hands seemed to move of their own volition, smoothing over the soft hair of my mound to cup my pussy. I slipped one finger between the soft folds, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt my own wetness.
“Stop,” he rasped, and my eyes flew open, surprised by how rough his voice sounded. He clambered onto the bed on his knees and pushed my hand aside. Inhaling deeply as if centering himself, he looked at me, playfulness joining the naked desire in his eyes.
“I'm the one doing the touching, you got that?”
My lips curved into a smile. “Sir, yes, sir.”
Without another word, he pushed my legs apart and slid his thumb between my slick folds, opening me up to him in the most intimate way. He circled my clit twice, spreading my juices around and smirking when I couldn’t keep still. His lips were still tilted in that teasing grin as he lowered his head and gave my pussy a long, slow, lick.
“Oh, God.” I fisted my hands in the bedsheets.
“Mmhm,” he murmured, his mouth still on me. He settled onto his elbows, hooking his forearms under my legs to drag me closer to him. His tongue flicked my clit, and I bucked against his face. He hummed again, then sucked my sensitive bud between his lips.
