The minute the driver pulls up to my building, Aston throws a few hundred bucks at the driver and we step out of the SUV.
We practically sprint through the glass lobby doors, and the elevator ride up to my place feels like it lasts longer than thirty seconds. As soon as the doors open into my private entryway, I get my keys from my bag and my hands shake with nervous, desperate energy.
I barely get the deadbolt open before Aston’s hand smacks against the metal, shoving the door open and pushing me gently inside.
The door clicks shut and then it’s just us. He grabs my waist, pushing me against the wall near the door. I let out a gasp, andmy tote slips from my hand to the floor when his mouth crashes onto mine.
This isn’t the playful flirting and teasing like we did at the club. This is weeks worth of anticipation breaking through.
“Aston,” I say against his lips, my hands pulling at his shirt to remove it, then as soon as I have it over his head, I drop it to the floor.
He groans and his hands grab the back of my thighs, lifting my legs until they wrap around him. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall.” I turn my head slightly over my shoulder.
He carries me down the hall toward my room, his mouth never leaving mine as his tongue finds a dominant rhythm that has me shivering. He sets me down, and we frantically take off our shoes, then our clothes.
We hit the mattress together.
The room is only lit by the Manhattan skyline coming through my floor-to-ceiling windows. I look at him, my breath ragged as he looms over me. His chest is bare, and I take a minute to take in his hard muscles and the tattoos that stretch across his chest and down his arm. I haven’t had the time to really look at them before now. But he doesn’t give me time to think, let alone take my time drooling over him.
“Eva,” he says, voice rough. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans down, tracing his lips over my neck to my shoulder.
His hands are everywhere, and he slides his palms down my ribs then grips my hips hard enough to leave a bruise, but I couldn’t care less.
I feel his thick cock pressing against my thigh, and his weight on me is intoxicating, and I open my legs in invitation.
“Aston, please,” I whisper, my tipsiness gone, replaced by desperation. “I can’t wait.”
“I want to bury myself in you so bad, but first, I have something else I’ve been dreaming of since the wedding. I need to taste you again.”
His large body lowers down mine, trailing kisses on mysensitive flesh–over my breasts, sucking on each nipple causing my back to arch off the bed, licking down my torso and swirling around my navel, until finally he pushes my legs apart further and settles his face at my pussy.
I lift myself up on my elbows and watch as he looks up at me with those sinful blue eyes, his focus never leaving mine as his tongue darts out, worshipping every inch of me as he licks the folds and then moves in circles over my clit, ending with a suck that has my mouth parting with a panting scream of pleasure.
He’s licking and flicking and devouring my core with his mouth in only that way a man who knows how to kiss can do. Because not only is Aston Griffith a great kisser, but he can also devour a woman between her thighs with confidence, heat, and the tenderness that completely unravels me.
I cry out again, and I feel his grin against my thighs.
“You taste as sweet as I remember,” he says before moving his face to a new angle and focusing solely on my clit as he inserts a finger.
I gasp, my body trembling as wave after wave of sensation builds beneath my skin. A broken moan slips free as my body hums, it tightens, and I completely lose myself in an orgasm that's rippling through my body.
“Aston!” I call out, and he doesn’t relent.
I inhale sharply as he sits up, my orgasm glistening on his lips. My entire body is alive with a restless, electric ache that refuses to ease.
I pull him down to me and capture his mouth, kissing him with sloppy, desirable kisses he more than earned.
“It’s my turn,” I say, sitting up and pushing Aston onto the bed where I was just lying.
I look down at his cock, and I’m kind of mad at myself for not doing this sooner. It’s thick and long, and my mouth waters just thinking about feeling it on my tongue. I take his dick in my hand and stroke it up and down, watching the precum pearl at the tip. I lean down and lick it off.
“Oh, shit, that feels good.” He cups my chin and tilts it up, so I’m looking at him. “But baby, you don’t need to do this.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” I slide my hand down to his base and tilt his cock toward my mouth and run my tongue over the tip, then circle his thick crown.
He groans and thrusts into my mouth, like he can’t control it. “Fuck me.” His hand grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs, sending a spark of heat right to my core.
