The idea of me falling in love with him had been scary because no one wants a broken heart. But I’d already accepted the fact that I deserved it. With all my lies, I’d take my lumps and move on somehow when he was done with me. How could it be that he’d fall for me? Had he?
His eyes were softer tonight, and though we’d had amazing sex many other times, this was different, as if each move was designed to draw me closer and make me fall for him. As if he were desperate to keep me.
His arm closed around my waist as he brought himself forward and captured my mouth with a slow, languid kiss. I melted against him, cupping his face and stroking his beard as I rode him gently.
We barely moved, and yet it was all we needed. The pleasure was so intense that I could feel my release building as my walls swelled around his cock.
His hand brushed my hair back, and his eyes searched across my body as if looking for my soul. It was so subtle, the entire act as if we were making love.
Fear washed over me making me uneasy. When I trembled, he pulled me closer, and as if I weighed absolutely nothing, he stood, my legs wrapped around him to keep me from falling, but I wasn’t going anywhere. His cock was keeping me in place.
He stepped over the pile of clothes at his feet and walked upstairs to his room. He took a moment to pull back his covers before placing me on the bed. His cock pulled free, leaving me wanting more. “If you’re cold, we can get under the covers.”
“I’m okay, but this is nice.” I wanted to reach for him, to claw him back toward me and guide his cock back home, but he wasn’t in any hurry.
His eyes locked on mine as his thumbs slipped into the elastic of my panties, which he’d left in place, despite his cock slipping in around them. But now he tugged them down to my knees and planted a soft kiss on my mound. A shudder went through me as he climbed on the bed, easing himself down between my legs and pulling the covers up over his shoulders.
“I’m not cold anymore. I need you back inside me.” I rubbed my legs against him, trying to urge him up, but he slipped two fingers between my lips and dipped them into my soaking entrance. He kept them right on my spot as he worked his mouth against my clit. My body trembled as my first orgasm tumbled forth while I bucked against him. A cry of pleasure bubbled from my throat.
“That’s right, come for me.” He watched me quake beneath him as he continued his ministrations with a wild look in his eyes. Then he kissed his way up and aimed his cock before easing it into my pulsing, aching, dripping walls.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Lexa. You’re going to milk my cock so fucking good with those quakes.” He ground his hips against me, his head diving to the depths of my channel, grazing my most tender spot along the way.
He was being so tender with me, but I needed him raw. I needed him to take me hard and relentless. I didn’t deserve this slow and tender care. The soft touches that reached right to my heart, they were murdering me inside. The guilt of my lies was making every sweet gesture painful.
“Fuck me harder, Aiden.” I grabbed hold of his ass and thrust my hips against him hard; he responded by giving me what I asked for.
“Greedy girl.” He rolled us over, and I straddled his hips. “Take all you want.”
I rode him fast, grinding myself against him now and then, but never slowing down. He watched me with a grin on his face, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples until a delicious wave of pleasure ached. The word greedy had done more to bruise my spirit, but I needed him to know this was all I would take from him.
But did I deserve it?
I collapsed against him, and he scooped me up and brought me to the edge of the bed where he held me face down, his hand planted firmly against my back, as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.
“You can’t run out of energy now, baby girl. I’m only getting started.” The feel of his cock as it brushed against my clit made me ache, and then he slipped it back into my channel, thrusting forward with such force our bodies clapped together. He reached for my hands and pulled my arms back, holding them for leverage as he fucked me just how I’d asked.
I needed to be taken. I needed the ease of lovemaking to end and for him to give me just what I deserved. He gripped both my wrists with one hand and the other pushed against my star, rubbing the place as I cried out. I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t want that part of me, too, but a second later, he slapped my ass so hard, another release throbbed through me.
“My girl likes that, don’t you?” I cried out when his hand came down again, this time a little harder.
“Yes.” His spanking was softer the next time, and he rubbed the tender spot for me.
“Your little ass is so pink.” He pulled away and kissed the tender spot, urging me over. I covered my face, hoping he wouldn’t see the guilt that was no doubt written there as if carved into stone.
He parted my knees and centered himself, but th
en stopped suddenly. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, please.” I tugged his hips forward with my feet.
“Did I hurt you? Tell me if I did.” His finger lifted my chin, and his eyes met mine. “It’s not my intention, Lexa. If I’m ever getting too carried away, you tell me.” He meant every word. His eyes had filled with more care than I deserved.
“No, it’s amazing.” I gave him a lazy smile and then nudged him again with my heels.
“You’re amazing, Lexa.” He brought his lips to mine and gave them a peck. “We make a hot team, you and me. Don’t you think?”
“Yes. I’m just… I don’t know.”