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He pulls back to look at me. His hands are at the hem of my shirt, waiting for something. Permission? Me to lose my mind? He has the first, and the second will happen very soon if he doesn’t start touching me very soon.

"Take it off," I say quietly.

He does. Slowly dragging the tank top over my head. I’m wearing a half-cup balconette bra which leaves the upper portion of my breasts bare, and his breath catches when he sees it. “Jesus, Vanessa.” His jaw flexes, eyes riveted to the cleavage spilling over the pink satin and black lace.

"Take off my bra and touch me. Please Aiden. I need your hands on me."

God, the way he listens. The bra goes flying and his palms cover my breasts. The rough heat of his hands on my bare skin is enough to make me shake. He's watching his own hands on me with this expression like he's not sure any of this is real.

"Aiden."

His eyes come up, heavy-lidded and slow, like all his brain capacity is currently occupied with the feeling of his skin on mine. "I want your mouth right here." I press two fingers against my right nipple, already tight and aching. His hands settle on my hips, thumbs pressing into the hollows above my hip bones. He drags his lips across my nipple and heat streaks down through my stomach, sharp and bright as my fingers dig into his shoulders.

"Oh fuck. Yes. Harder. Just like that."

He keeps going. His mouth is relentless, sucking, biting gently, tongue circling, and his hands won't stay still, one sliding down my stomach, fingers working at the button of my shorts. I lift my hips and he drags them down with my underwear in one pull.

His gaze drops, snagging on my pussy. He grunts low, tongue running over his lips, eyes taking in my swollen, shiny labia. I'm naked under him and he's still fully dressed. I’m shivery from the size of him over me, the weight of denim and warm cotton and the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my thigh. I want to live inside this feeling.

"Your turn," I tell him. "Everything off."

He stands and pulls his shirt over his head. Unbuckles. Strips. Sits back down naked. His cock is thick and hard against his stomach and there is nothing uncertain about this man or what he wants.

I climb into his lap. My knees settle on either side of his hips on the quilt, my legs wrapping around him, and the feel of his cock trapped between our bodies, hot, rigid, pressed against my pussy, makes my thighs clench around him.

We're face to face. Chest to chest. Close enough that I can feel his breath and see the flecks of brown in his green eyes. The sensation of his bare chest against my breasts is incredible. I am going to die happy in this bed.

"Tell me what you want." He says it right against my ear and it runs through my entire body.

Oh.

I go still under him. Because that's new. He's asking me to direct this. Not just letting me. Asking. "I want you inside me." I reach between us, wrap my hand around his shaft, and guide him. Sink down onto him slow.

The stretch. The fullness. Every inch of him pressing into me, opening me up, thick and relentless. My fingers curl into the muscle of his shoulders and I hold there, breathing, adjusting, feeling him pulse as I surround him with my heat.

His hands grip my hips. He doesn't move. His jaw is set and a muscle in his throat is working and he's giving me exactly as long as I need.

I roll my hips. A slow grind, tilting until the angle changes and the base of his cock drags against my clit. Pleasure hits like a fist and my thighs clamp down around him.

"Right there." I barely get the words out. "God, Aiden. Right there."

His grip tightens on my hips, holding me at the angle I found, and I move again. And again. Using my legs around his waist for leverage, my arms around his neck, riding the drag and the pressure with each roll.

"Tell me how it feels." His voice is raw. He says it right against my mouth.

Something clicks into place.

This man who communicates in monosyllables. Who builds whole sentences out of a grunt and a gesture. He wants my voice. He wants to hear what his body is doing to mine, narrated in real time.

So I tell him.

"You feel so deep like this." My nipples drag over his chest. My hips grind down. "I can feel you everywhere. My whole body is… I'm so full of you I can't think about anything else."

A groan tears out of him that I feel through my ribcage. His hips push up to meet me and the thrust drives him deeper and I gasp, my fingers fisting in his hair.

"When you push up like that, I lose my mind." Breathless. True. "Do it again."

He does it harder this time. His hands slide around to my ass, gripping, pulling me tight against him on each thrust, and I cry out against his shoulder.