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He gently deposited her on the mattress. She heard him moving around the room, opening drawers. The sudden flicker of a match illuminated his face. He glanced over and smiled at her, then lit several candles, bathing the room in a golden glow.
His bedroom. And a magnificent one. She sat upon a tall four-poster bed of mahogany, intricate patterns carved into the ornate headboard. A thick down comforter in shades of brown and gold covered the bed.
The most incredible thing in the bedroom was the man who stood at the footboard watching her, his gaze like a hypnotist intent on mesmerizing his subject.
Too late. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. How could it seem as if she'd waited an eternity for this moment, when they'd only known each other a week?
Was she so desperate for sex that she'd become obsessed with having Aidan? Or was there more between them--a deeper connection that she was too afraid to face?
No. It wasn't that. Her desire for Aidan was physical, and that was all.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he said, his voice deepening with every word.
She'd never tell him what had just sailed through her mind. "I'm thinking how happy I am to be in your bed, to be getting ready to do what I've been wanting to do since I met you."
The brilliance of his smile flashed in the low lit room. "And what might that be, cher?"
"You. Me. Naked. Fucking." She almost said making love again, but she'd let that phrase slip out earlier and was afraid he'd read too much in to it. She didn't want to do or say anything to spoil the moment.
His husky chuckle sent spirals of need swirling through her. He approached the side of the bed and she rose up on her knees so they could face each other.
"I've been dying to get your hair down. You've been teasing me with it all week." He laced his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. Tingling excitement rolled down her spine.
"I love your hands on me, Aidan."
"And my mouth too, I think."
Remembering the feel of his mouth on her pussy had desire tightening its hold on her again. She reached for him and tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. Funny, it hadn't occurred to her before that she'd been intimately exposed to him in the living room, while he'd remained fully clothed.
That had to stop now. She slid her fingers underneath his shirt. Soft down over his lower belly greeted her questing hands. Further up, the hairs were thicker, crisper. She searched for his nipples and found them, flicking her thumbs over the nubs. They stood erect instantly and he sucked in a breath.
"I like when you touch me, Lissa."
She pulled his shirt off and wound her arms around him. This wasn't happening fast enough. She wanted them both naked and tangled together. Right now.
Then again, she could take days to study the planes and angles of his body. Both hard and smooth, his lean muscles rippled under her touch. When she moved to the button on his jeans he pulled her hand away.
"Not yet."
She gazed up at him. Why would he stop her now?
He smiled. "I want your chest naked, too. I want to see your beautiful breasts."
Her nipples tightened, anticipating his touch. Aidan pulled the shirt over her head and cast it to the side, staring at her breasts the same way he had studied her pussy.
He reached out and circled her breasts with his index fingers, his lips curling into a wicked smile. She sighed in pure delight when his thumbs grazed over the nipples, and they tightened into hard peaks. When he tugged and rolled them between his thumb and index finger, sparks of pleasure shot between her legs. She arched against him, begging for more.
With a wicked smile, he bent forward and captured a nipple between his lips. Melissa jerked against him and moaned as he sucked the bud, nibbling lightly with his teeth. Sweet pangs of pleasure shot from her breasts to between her legs, and she reached down to massage the ache.
Aidan pulled her hand away. "You've touched it enough. Your pussy is mine tonight."
Her panting echoed in her ears. Between the rain outside and the rumbling thunder, she couldn't tell who made the most noise--the storm or her. Anxiety and the need for release pent up inside her. She needed a pouring rain of orgasms to release the tension.
"You will, cher. Very soon, you will."
If her mind hadn't been so muddled with passion, she might have stopped and asked him how he could respond to her when she hadn't spoken the words aloud. But right now there was only Aidan--his touch, the way he squeezed her breasts gently to fit more in his mouth, the way his lips tugged the sensitive nubs until she wanted to scream, the way her juices flowed, calling to him, desperate to have him inside her.
Then he pulled her toward him until her glistening breasts mingled with the hairs on his chest. The crisp curls tormented her nipples further until she couldn't help but brush them against him.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "I like that."
His hands splayed across her back and lower, cupping her buttocks and drawing her ever nearer. When her pussy brushed against the rock-hard shaft in his jeans, she threw her head back and nearly wept from the frustration.
"You want it, Lissa?"
It took effort to find the breath to answer. "You know I do, dammit. Give it to me, Aidan."
His low chuckle flamed her senses. "Oh I'll be giving it to you, cher. I'll give plenty to you. But I'm enjoying this side of you. This hot, passionate, give-it-to-me-now Melissa that I haven't seen before."
She would not beg. She simply wouldn't. "Aidan, please."
Maybe she would.
With a triumphant smile he stepped back. She sat on her heels and watched as he popped the button of his jeans, revealing a dark line of hair that she wanted to trail with her tongue. There was nothing sexier than a bare-chested man with open jeans.
And he wore no underwear. She trembled, her anticipation high, her resolve to wait patiently nearly killing her.
He drew the zipper down and pushed his jeans to the floor, giving her a view of his magnificent body.
She'd never seen him completely naked before, and she wasn't disappointed. Broad shoulders and a sculpted chest led her to believe he spent a lot of time doing physical activity, unusual for a businessman His waist and hips were lean and his thighs were well muscled. Not like a bodybuilder, more athletic. The man simply had a gorgeous physique.
And a huge cock. She'd never had one that big and wondered again if it would fit inside her, whether it would hurt. Then again she wanted it so bad, craved him so much, she already instinctively knew she could take him all in.
Her next shuddering breath caught in her throat when he took his long shaft into his hands and stroked it from tip to balls and back again. His gaze never left hers as he touched himself, drawing the engorged head of his penis between his fingers and squeezing until a few drops of silken liquid beaded on the tip.
Ignoring his earlier command she reached down and lifted her skirt, sliding her fingers between the swollen folds of her pussy. When she sank her fingers inside and moaned, the thunder outside grew more ominous, louder, crashing against the walls of the house like an earthquake. The ferocity of the elements only made her passions rise higher.
Aidan's gaze focused between her legs as he watched her fuck herself. He stroked his shaft in time to her plunging fingers. If he didn't hurry she was going to make herself come.
"Do it," he whispered, squeezing his cock. "Make yourself come for me. I want to watch."
She didn't want to come now, and yet she did. The pulsating agony inside was too much to bear and she needed release right now. But she so wanted him inside her when it happened.
He laughed, the sound rich and velvety in the darkness. "I'll make you come again, Lissa. Again and again and again. I warned you I wasn't going to be gentle with you tonight. Now do it."
The sight of his penis sliding roughly and quickly between his fingers sent her over the edge. She lifted her hips and thrust her fingers faster inside her dampened folds.
"Fuck, that's hot, baby. Do it for me."
She let out a long, shuddering gasp as she climaxed, the contractions deep inside her holding her fingers in place. She held still and rode it out, watching Aidan stroke more quickly. When the quakes subsided, she pulled out her fingers and focused on him, waiting for him to jettison his come all over her.
But he didn't. Releasing the hold on his cock he strode to the side of the bed, grabbed her hand and sucked her come-moistened fingers into his mouth, licking her juices.
"Oh, God," she whispered, ready yet again for another round. She'd never been like this, never needed release over and over until she'd begged for it.
And still, he hadn't even fucked her.
Aidan yanked her skirt down and dragged it off, then climbed up on the bed, pulling her to a kneeling position.
They faced each other, and he worshiped her with his eyes. They flamed as they took her in and swept back up to her face. He leaned in and ground his lips against hers. She met his mouth with a wildness of her own, eager for this magical coupling to begin.
But then he surprised her by gentling the kiss, lightly nibbling and licking her lips and tongue.
His kiss was so achingly tender it brought tears to her eyes. She fought them back, refusing to give in to the emotion. Focusing on the sensations of his mouth against hers, she vowed to simply feel the pleasure of Aidan's touch.
She slid her hand across his taut stomach, the muscles jumping against her palm when it crept lower, seeing and finding the thatch of hair above his penis. She swore she could feel his erection vibrating.
