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“Touch me,” she whispered.
“I am touching you.”
His wrist twisted to where his thumb rested on her inner thigh, and his other fingers remained on the outside. He tightened his hold on her thigh enough to bring the smallest bite of pain, making her moan. The grip only lasted a second, but he still soothed the area by brushing his thumb against her skin.
“See? If you want something different, you’re gonna have to tell me.”
The devil. Aiden was the devil.
His deep chuckle made her think he could read her mind, or her thoughts were written all over her face. She didn’t know. None of her mental faculties were operating at full capacity at the moment.
She rolled her lips in and lifted her chin. His brows shifted up in momentary surprise before a devious grin spread across his face. Her swallow sounded loud to her ears.
“I guess if you have nothing to say, I’ll take care of this myself.”
He shifted, putting her foot onto the bed and rising to his knees. He pulled off his T-shirt with one quick movement and settled back against the wall. His erection pressed against his shorts obscenely. Without looking at her once, he reached inside and pulled out his thick length, pushing his shorts beneath his balls.
His left hand cupped his sack while he stroked the other hand down his shaft, a groan falling from his lips as his head dipped back, thunking against the wall behind him.
Rising onto her elbows to look at him, she licked over her lips as he gave himself slow, sensual strokes, twisting his hand with every pass over his darkened cockhead.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he breathed. His chest rose and fell faster, the tendons in his throat standing out in his arched neck.
She wanted to see him break, but at the same time, she wanted him to give that to her.
“I could come like this,” he said, voice strained. He grunted. “I could come all over my fist just thinking of burying myself deep inside of you. Fuuuuck.” His strokes grew faster, his other hand massaging his balls, pulling them away from his body.
Her gaze latched onto his toes curling where his legs hung off the side of her bed. She’d had enough.
“Aiden,” she whined, squirming her hips. Her wet panties pressed against her overly sensitive core.
He rolled his head on the wall to look at her with hooded eyes, slowing his movements. His chest heaved, a shudder passing through his body when he twisted his hand again. He squeezed the base and held it, waiting for her to say the words.
“Please,” she whispered. Her fingers curled into the comforter when he didn’t move. “Please touch me.” She worried her lower lip. Even though he had her aching for him, she wasn’t lost to her desires, so expressing her needs proved challenging.
He stroked himself again once. Twice. Three times.
“Fuck me,” she said, her voice so low she wasn’t sure he could hear, but he sprang into action, moving to his knees and shucking his shorts off, proving he had.
Fingers gripped her waistband and yanked her sleep shorts and panties off in one quick movement. His gaze latched onto her core. The bed beneath her must have a small puddle from how drenched she was. Her thin shorts did nothing to prevent her from soaking through the fabric to the sheets.
She lifted her hand to reach for his cock that leaked a steady stream of his natural lubricant, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist in a tight hold.
“No,” he said, a growl to his voice that made a shiver dance down her spine.
She fell onto her back, and he pulled the shirt up her body until her arms lifted above her head, tangled in the fabric. The neck of the shirt stopped right above her nose, covering half of her face. Her lips turned down when he didn’t finish pulling the shirt off and stopped moving.
“Aiden?”
“What’s the word, Kitten?”
“What?”
“Your safe word.”
Her breath caught, and she swallowed. “Um. Creamsicle.”
“Good girl. Don’t move,” he commanded with a light smack to her hip.
