AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"What?" She reached for him, shuddering when her palm brushed over the day's worth of stubble on his firm jaw. "Tell me."
He grabbed her roughly, his fingers biting into the tender flesh of her upper arms. She didn't care. She only wanted his touch. She'd craved it for so many days she thought she'd die before feeling his hands sear her body.
"I can't promise to be gentle." He ground out the words with what seemed like great effort.
Her heart stuttered at the harshness of his tone. She looked at him this time...really looked at him. His jaw jutted forward as he clenched his teeth, and furrowed lines appeared above his brow. Aidan was concentrating on holding back, but what? Did he want her so much he was afraid his passion would be too rough for her?
She swept aside the lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead and moved into to him, his heat emanating in invisible waves against her. "I'm not afraid of you, Aidan," she said. "Whatever you want to give me, I can take. Don't hold anything back."
A strong gust of wind blew a few of the candles out. Where had it come from? An open window, perhaps. The flickering wicks cast Aidan's face in an eerie light. His eyes burned a midnight black as he reached for her, threaded his fingers in her hair, pulled her forward so that their lips melded together.
Thunder crashed outside, and Aidan growled into her mouth. She grabbed his arms, his muscles rigid and straining against her hands. Her mind registered his barely leashed control, and reveled in the knowledge that he could so easily lose it with her.
She willed him to take her right now. Moisture pooled between her legs. She was primed for him, aching for him, needing him to plunge his huge cock inside her until she screamed.
"Not yet, cher," he whispered as if he'd heard her thoughts. "There's something I've wanted to do since that first night."
Aidan pulled her toward the window and stood her no more than a couple feet away from it. Here, she could watch the storm in all its intensity. The awesome power of the lightning arced across the sky. Rumbling thunder shook the very foundation of the house, and the wind and rain fought it out for mastery over the earth.
The back of the sofa brushed her buttocks, and she assumed Aidan wanted to fuck her while she was bent over the brown leather. It didn't matter, she just wanted his thick cock inside her, spreading her, filling her, becoming a part of her.
But he didn't turn her over as she'd expected. Instead, she watched in shock as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Oh, my," was all she could manage, excitement bubbling up inside her.
Aidan smiled up at her. "You've been wanting this, haven't you?"
How could she speak when she had no voice? The mental images of Aidan doing what she thought he was going to do had her speechless. "Yes," she managed.
"Me, too. I've been dying to taste you, cher."
Her body shuddered with anticipation.
He grasped her ankles, circling them with his fingers. "You have the most beautiful legs," he said, moving his hands up and over her calves, then higher still until they brushed the hem of her short skirt.
Her pussy throbbed and she fought the urge to reach down and massage the tightly held tension. But she didn't. She wanted Aidan's touch, Aidan's mouth on her.
"You wore this sexy little skirt tonight for me, didn't you?"
Melissa couldn't tear her eyes away from Aidan's dark gaze. He offered her a wicked smile and reached up under her skirt. She gasped and sucked in her lower lip to keep from crying out. Not yet.
"You thought maybe you'd run into me, and seeing you like this would get me hot."
"Did it?" she asked.
He nodded and smiled. "Oh yeah. Then again, I've been hot for you for over a week."
She couldn't believe he'd admitted that to her. After all these days she thought he'd been avoiding her, that he wasn't interested. "I didn't know that."
He shook his head and skimmed his fingers further inside her skirt, brushing the tops of her thighs. "How could you not know how much I wanted you?"
"You avoided me," she said, not caring that her tone was accusatory.
"Yes, I did. You were making me crazy."
When he kissed the spot where her thighs met her skirt, she jumped. He laughed. Now he was making her crazy.
"How strong are you, Lissa?"
"How...what do you mean?"
His hands reached around and squeezed the top of her thighs, his knuckles brushing against her rear.
"Did you eat a good dinner tonight?"
Lightning illuminated his face, the heat in his eyes like molten lava. "Yes, I ate. Why?"
He moved his hands a few inches higher and cupped her buttocks, then pressed his face between her legs, his hot breath searing her. And he hadn't even removed her skirt yet.
"Because I'm going to love you all night long. I'm going to make you come, over and over and over again until you have no strength left."
"Oh, God." Her voice trembled. She was unable to hide her reaction to his sensual promise.
"Are you ready?"
The slow, deliberate pace he'd set drove her mad. "Yes," she whimpered.
His laugh was low and husky. He moved his fingers over her panties and grasped the sides, tugging them down her thighs. The sensuous contact of silk grazing her legs, coupled with the gentle scrape of his knuckles along her sensitized skin started her legs shaking.
After she stepped out of her panties, she waited for Aidan to pull down her skirt. Instead, he slid his hands inside and lifted it, then stared at her sex. She shifted under his scrutiny, never before having had a man examine her so closely.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Lissa," he said. "Satiny down of blonde curls, and bare lips. They're wet, you know." He slid his knuckles over her sex.
Melissa quivered at the intimate contact and spread her legs.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against her mound, kissing above her clit.
"God, Aidan," she rasped.
"You smell like lavender down here, too. And something sweeter." He made eye contact with her and lowered his head. His tongue darted out and he traced the outline around the distended nub.
Pleasure surged deep in her core, her juices flowing at the first brush of his tongue against her. She reached for him and threaded her fingers into his dark, thick hair, needing some form of balance, especially when he lapped at her folds, then slid his tongue inside her.
He was relentless in his desire to pleasure her. Grabbing her ass, he pulled her closer, sucking up her juices, licking from side to side until she moaned uncontrollably at the myriad of unfamiliar sensations. Never had she experienced anything like this intensity.
It had been too long...no, it had never been this amazing, the storm of electrical pleasures shooting through her until she couldn't bear it.
"Oh my God!" she screamed, feeling the first spasms of orgasm near. "Aidan, I'm going to come."
"Watch me lick you, cher," he commanded, his voice gentle and coaxing. "I want to see your face when you come all over my tongue."
The heat was unbearable, the sensations nearly more than she could handle, but she watched him. Couldn't tear her eyes away, in fact. He stroked her pussy lips with slow, measured strokes of his tongue, alternating sliding his tongue inside her, then wrapping his mouth around her clit and tugging.
Lightning outside caught her attention, and the skies lit up as the force of her orgasm stunned her.
&nb
sp; "I'm coming!" she cried, and he flicked his tongue quickly over her clit as the first waves shot through her.
Instead of letting her go, he grabbed her hips and held on. She thrust against him, needing his tongue against her, inside her, as wave after wave of torrential fire rained down over her.
She shuddered and tried to catch her breath, but Aidan was relentless. He sucked the distended bud and licked her pussy, lapping up her juices until she was ready again, already feeling the pounding need resurface.
This wasn't going to do at all. She wanted him inside her, didn't want to come again without feeling him pulsing deep within, stroking her, flying off the cliff right along with her.
"Aidan, no," she panted. "Wait. Not yet. I want..."
Too late, the fury surrounded her. She moaned through the next orgasm, struggling for breath, fighting for sanity, the nearly blinding storm outside becoming a part of her, the sensations battering at her until she fell back against the sofa, completely exhausted.
Aidan stood and pulled her into his arms, their faces so close she could see the dark desire nearly obliterating his amber orbs. She leaned in and licked his lips, tasting her juices on him.
"Yes, cher, you taste sweet, like a hot, sweet, summer storm."
A shiver skittered up her spine, his voice flowing over her like August heat. The storm had grown more fierce, as if minute by minute it was building more power. And yet she felt safe cradled in Aidan's arms, knowing no harm would come to her as long as he held her.
He stepped between her outstretched legs and rocked his hard-on between them. She knew she soaked his jeans with her juices, but he didn't seem to care. The mere action of his motions against her aching mound had her ready again, wanting him, needing him inside her.
"Aidan, please," she whimpered as he rained kisses along her jaw and neck.
He pulled back. "Please what, Lissa?"
"I want you to make love to me."
His eyes narrowed. "Are you ready?"
"Yes. Now."
"Good. I can't wait any longer." He swept her up in his arms and carried her down the darkened hallway.
Chapter Ten
Melissa's heart pounded against Aidan's chest as he effortlessly carried her down the hall. Using his foot, he nudged open a door and entered a room too swathed in darkness to see.
Until lightning struck outside, casting a daylight brightness from the two windows on either side of a large bed. Then the shroud of night fell again.
