“Please, Aiden.” He spun around, lying stretched out before me, still tending my sex with his mouth, but his offering was more than adequate.
I leaned over, tilting my hips when he settled on his side to lick me as I brought his cock to my tongue. It wasn’t quite where I wanted it, but I had a feeling the slow torture was my punishment for the car. I’d take it and give it just the same.
I licked his slit and gathered the pearly dew that had collected, threatening to drop. It hit my tongue with a delicious hint of salt, and I spread it around his broad head and moaned suddenly as he hit an aching spot. He breathed a laugh against my mound and continued.
I tried to stay focused on the task at hand and swirled my tongue around his rim, licking and sucking the head and his salty slit. I felt his hips nudge closer, and I relaxed my throat to let him fuck my mouth a few strokes.
I held his cock, taking control as I gripped his base and pumped. His heavy sac lay against my fist, and I brought my other arm up and pressed my hand against it, kneading as I nursed him. I pushed against him, shifting our positions and his hand closed on my hip, lifting me up to straddle his face. I pulled off his cock and cried out as another wave of pleasure shot through me; I was close to another release.
I stood his cock up and stroked, licking the base to lubricate my movements and then I took him back into my mouth, this time letting his head rest against the back of my throat, tempting my gag reflex. It seemed to turn him on. A taste of his pre-come hit my throat, and I
braced for his release, but it never came. He held it off, and I heard him speak a soft not yet against my mound.
He was going to edge us both. As I started to tense up beneath his mouth, he’d pull away, pausing just long enough to make me long for its return.
I decided to play hardball and relaxed my throat, taking a deep breath and pushing myself down as far as I could go. His cock hit the farthest depths of my throat, and he moaned so loud I thought my reward was on the way. But then he nudged down even further, nudging against the back of my throat so hard my gag reflexes took over, and my tummy tightened, the spasms milking his cock as I gasped, trying to fight them off. I pulled away and took a deep breath, but I felt his smile against me.
“That was fucking hot.”
“Glad you approve.” I smiled around his head in my mouth and then sucked him, bobbing my head and stroking his base to give my throat a rest.
“You’re going to spoil me.”
“I’m going to try.” I felt the bed shift when he sat up, and I let go of his cock as his hand trailed up my naked back and then back down to cup my ass.
“I want inside you now that I’ve got you good and soaked.”
It was what I’d been waiting to hear, and my core ached thinking about him filling me up. I fell over on my back and spread my legs wide for him to settle his hips between them, but he came up on his knees and rubbed his cock at my entrance, dragging his head around to spread my juices. I was just like he said: soaked.
He nudged himself against me, but then he fell across my breast and kissed me full on the mouth where I tasted myself on his lips. He deepened the kiss as if he loved the taste of us mixed together and then his cock slid its way home, slowly inching, nice and tender until he found my depths.
I settled around his girth, my slick walls stretched to their limits and then some. He was so big inside me, and I realized the long oral work over had aroused him more than I’d ever known possible. Good thing I was accommodating.
I ground my hips as he rocked his nice and slow. He kissed my mouth and neck and nibbled my ear, all the while caressing my hair and cheek. We fell silent for a while, nothing but moans and the sounds of our breathing, which was all my ears needed to hear at that moment.
His movements echoed the words he’d spoken, that sweet I love you that had fallen from his lips. I never doubted it for a moment, and we continued that way until my next orgasm washed through me leaving me spent and limp in his arms.
But he wasn’t done with me yet. He rolled us over, and I fell against him, weak from the long session, my energy spent. I found the strength to sit up and ride him, but he braced my hips and bucked his until he was doing most of the work. He growled out a moan as his release finally ripped through him, spilling against my mound, down his shaft, and around his base. He’d pulled out just in time, but I lowered myself to his still pulsing cock and rode him through the last waves of his pleasure.
“You’re amazing, baby.” He kissed my shoulder as I collapsed across his chest, but then I sat up and captured his smooth face between my palms to stare deep into his eyes.
“I love you, too.”
His mouth closed on mine before I could take another breath, and we lay there listening to the sounds of our breathing until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Aiden
For the fourth time in a month, my computer monitor at the office went out on its own. Layne had told me the last time I’d have to get a new one. I wasn’t in a hurry to get back to work, so I stared out my office window thinking about Lexa, instead.
We’d finally gotten the last of her things from her apartment and turned in her key, but she insisted on paying out her lease on her own. I didn’t put up a fight; how could I, especially when she’d told me how she’d gotten the place on her own and was going to leave there on her own, paying her way like she’d intended when she leased it. I had held up my hands and backed away, earning a cheerful laugh and kind smile.
I reminded her later when we got back to the house how I was going to insist on taking care of her, but she wasn’t having it, and we had our first spat. Making up had been amazing, but then she bit my ear and told me I wasn’t getting my way. We’d see. I had a few tricks left up my sleeve.
Glen had even pitched in to help with the move and since I wasn’t spending as much time on his barstool those days, I’d invited him over for Sunday dinner. He promised not to let anyone sit in my place, and I demanded a sign be hung.
I was laughing about that when a soft knock sounded at my door. “Come in.”