“Aidan…” Her voice is a soft plea, like a whisper of silk.
I don’t let her say whatever it was she means to say, because I’m done with listening…and I’m done fighting. With a low groan, I pull her into my arms and crush her mouth with mine.
Chapter Twenty Six
Liz
His lips are firm and hard, uncompromising and brutal, yet my heart swells and almost bursts with delight. I open myself for him, letting him inside to plunder my mouth with his tongue. I want him so desperately, and I’ll take this, this pleasurable punishment, if it’s all I can get.
A moan escapes me. I’m eager for him to devour me, to touch me everywhere. His fingers round my nape, tangling in the hair at the back of my head, bringing my face closer as he kisses me, his tongue lashing firm strokes across my soul.
Desire pools between my legs. Hot and insistent.
Finally.
I thread my fingers in his hair, curling my fingers into his scalp, bringing him closer. He groans and moves his hips against mine, the ridge of his arousal hard and insistent between us. Another moan escapes me.
Finally.
He releases my lips long enough to pull my top over my head. His eyes are wild and clouded with naked, hungry lust. He tosses the top and unhooks my bra with one flick of his fingers. My breasts spill out, heavy, my nipples swollen and sensitive.
“God, Liz.” The words come out in a whisper, and there’s a note of wonder in his voice. He cups both my breasts, and I sigh, closing my eyes as his thumbs brush my nipples, once, then again, filling me with almost unbearable sensation. Then he lowers his head to take one nipple in his mouth and I cry out.
He responds by lifting me, not gently. His mouth is still on my breast when he grabs my waist and pulls me up along his body. I spread my legs, wrapping them around him. He turns, and now my back is to the door. His tongue laps at my breast, swirling around an engorged nipple. Once some of my weight is on the door, he moves one hand between my spread legs.
My hips roll eagerly, awaiting his touch. I’ve waited so long for this. I’ve waited for what seems like forever to feel this way again, because it had never been like this, not with anyone else. I cradle his head in my hands and gasp when his fingers slide into the waistband of my tights, stroking me through the thin silk of my panties only for a moment before he flicks the silk to the side with his thumb and slides his fingers deep inside me.
My hips jerk and my body tightens around him.
“Fuck!” The word is both a groan and a prayer. His eyes lock with mine, then he plunges his fingers deeper, stroking them in and out of me until I can hardly bear the pleasure.
My eyes flutter closed. “Aidan,” I moan.
“Look at me.” His voice is thick and harsh.
I meet his gaze, drinking in the dark storm in his eyes. He claims my lips, but only for a short kiss. His fingers slide out of me, and my body clenches greedily, missing him. Still holding me against the door with his body, he unwraps my legs from his waist and drops to his knees.
Anticipation tears a moan from my lips. My throat bobs, and my fingers dig into his hair. He tugs my tights down, pulling them clean off and tossing them aside. My panties soon follow. Then he grabs one of my legs and lifts it over his shoulder. His lips find me, pressing into my mound in a soft kiss before, his tongue slides between my folds.
I scream out loud, caught in the pleasure of his touch. His tongue rounds my clit, flicking and tasting until my legs are shaking uncontrollably. Then he is plunging deeper, lashing at me with deep strokes of his tongue, tasting every part of me, licking my trembling slit and sliding his tongue inside me. I’m moaning incoherently, my fingers tight in his hair, gripping on for dear life.
“Easy.” His face is still between my legs, and the rumble of his deep voice along with the soft warmth of his breath adds to the pleasure of his tongue. My hips jerk forward, and he places a hand on the lower part of my belly, steadying me. Then he’s tasting me again, fucking me with his tongue, taking ownership of me until I explode with indescribable pleasure, knowing for
sure that my body will never be mine again.
I’m still shaking when he rises to his feet. There’s a satisfied smirk on his perfect face as he lifts my pliant limbs around his waist again.
“You still have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, kissing my neck. “The best tasting too.” His lips find mine and I kiss him back, tasting the musk of my pleasure on his lips.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper earnestly. “For as long as you want me.”
Silent, he undoes his pants. I hear the zipper slide down, then I feel him, hard and rigid, the smooth head of his cock sliding between my legs and teasing my slit. I reach for him, eager to stroke his length, but he moves too quickly, spearing me with one smooth thrust that jerks my back against the door.
My body screams with the sensation of fullness, the delicious pleasure. My legs tighten around him, pulling him closer to me. My head falls back. “Oh God!”
“No, just me.” There’s some humor in his voice, but I have no time to appreciate it. He starts to move, his eyes closed as he pulls back then slides inside me in a deep thrust.
“Liz.” His voice is somewhere between a whisper and a plea. “Fuck, Liz!”