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“It’s true. You wouldn’t think I was perfect either if you knew all the things I am imagining right now.”
“Oh, baby.” I run my hand over her round ass, squeezing her perfect cheeks. “Your imagination is not going to be a problem. Now tell me,” I say wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. “Tell me things that you’re thinking.”
She licks her lips, our mouths so close to touching. But I need her to tell me her thoughts. I need to know where she’s coming from because I want to take those ideas and turn them into reality.
The ideas running through her head are leaving her breathless. She bites her bottom lip, then ekes out her desire. “I think about you crammed inside of me until I’m so full that I might break. I think about you, about your cock, in my mouth gagging me. I think about you tying my arms to this bedpost, pressing your cock against my ass.”
She covers her face with her hands. Shaking her head. “I can’t believe I just said that to you. You must think I’m a sex maniac.”
“Oh baby, that does not make you a maniac, that just makes you mine.”Chapter FourThe fact that I just told Aiden the erotic fantasies that float through my mind causes my face to flush. A part of me is embarrassed for telling him the absolute truth.
But when Aiden looks at me, I know I said the exact right thing.
There is no denying that this is what I want and I’m not asking anyone else for permission. I’m not waiting for someone else to give me the go-ahead. I want this. I want him.
He’s big and knows what he’s doing and I’m small and need his guidance. And when he leans me back, my head resting on pillows as he hovers over me, I think he just might be the missing piece to the puzzle of my heart.
It doesn’t matter that he is a stranger.
He doesn’t feel like a stranger.
And now that I’ve revealed my fantasies with him... he is no stranger at all.
Maybe the people I live with, the people who make all the decisions for me are the real strangers. I’d never trust them with my deepest truth. They didn’t even trust me to even make a good decision when it comes to fishing.
Though, considering that only one hour into my excursions I’m already naked in Aiden’s arms... maybe they were right to keep me confined.
Out in the wild, I’m not exactly a good little girl.
But I want to be an unbridled woman.
Free to give my body to whom I want, when I want.
Even if my family would consider this a mistake, I don’t. Peter is the one they’ve chosen for me and I know this will ruin that.
Thank God. Right now, I want to be ruined.
My life has been orchestrated by other people.
I may be a musician trying for a spot in a symphony, but this time I don’t care what my family thinks about my performance.
This is my song.
And I choose to play it with Aiden.
As he leans lower against me, his rigid cock overwhelms my senses. I forget about the probability of a mistake and let myself fall into the possibility of the moment.
And right now, the possibilities feel limitless.
He leans over me, pressing himself so hard against my pussy that I ache with desire. He runs the length of his tip up and down my wet slit, teasing me. “You like that, don’t you baby?”
I whimper a yes because I do. I reach to feel him, he’s so thick, so long... and so velvety smooth. I didn’t expect that. His cock is looking for where it belongs.
And I have the key.
“I want to do this with you, now,” I tell him, pressing his top against my hood.
“We can take our time, Alice, we don’t need to rush this.”
“I know,” I sigh, knowing this is the man I’ve always imagined being with. Different than any man I’ve ever met. The kind of man who is free and alive and comfortable in his own skin. “But I’ve waited my whole life for a moment like this. And now I have it... I don’t want to waste it.”
When I speak, Aiden looks at me with intention, he stops moving his cock against me and instead smooths the hair around my face, tucking a still-wet strand behind my ear.
“I don’t want to waste this moment either. In life, even if it seems like you have all the time in the world, you never know.”
I relax under him; grateful he isn’t going to take away the one thing I’m finally choosing on my own.
Him.
He runs his hand between my legs, my skin prickling under his touch. I inhale, trying to stay still but he tickles me, fluttering his forefinger against my opening.
