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Grace
Aidanlovesme.I see the truth of his words in the way he looks at me, in the vulnerability I’m not used to seeing from him during our regular scenes. I’m warm all over, like a head-to-toe blush, but I’m not embarrassed.
I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and it’s all because of Aidan.
I don’t understand what he means when he claims he can’t be my Dom right now. For me, there’s no separating the man on top of me from the Dom who cuffs me to his bed. They share a sharp mind and a beating heart and a hard, rippling body.
“I love you, too,” I say to him. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when it happened. The night he kissed my foot springs to mind, but I suspect the seeds of love had been planted long before his lips ever touched my skin. I know it as well as I know the steps to my favorite ballet.
I love Aidan, my Dom, and my guardian in every sense of the word.
He kisses me and I meet his tongue stroke for stroke. My inner muscles flex as if my hips are playing house to some insatiable creature that feeds exclusively on pleasure. For months, I ached for him to touch me. Now his fingers are on my clit, charming soft moans from my lips.
“Watching them put their hands all over you...” His gaze darkens. “I couldn’t stomach it. I couldn’t stand by and let them take what’s mine, even though I’m the one who invited them.”
“I’m glad you told them to stop.” Truth be told, I enjoyed most of the things Aidan’s friends were doing to me. Matthew is very good with his hands, and Dante’s roughness sent a trill of excitement down my spine. I took pleasure in the notion that I was following Aidan’s orders, and in the thrill of him watching it all happen.
But I wanted Aidan to be the one touching me, undressing me, bending me over the chair.
“I don’t want my first time to be with strangers,” I say. “I want it to be with you.”
The rightness of it all condenses at the center of my chest. He works his lips and teeth down my jaw and onto my neck. My nipples ache, desperate for any sort of contact. His hands or his mouth or his body pressed to mine.
I pull gently on his shirt buttons, not sure whether I should wait for permission to undress him. The pleasure mounting between my legs emboldens me, and I begin working at his buttons. He doesn’t tell me to stop. In fact, he helps me, removing his shirt completely, baring his powerful chest and arms.
My God, I could stare at this man’s body forever and never get bored. I only have a few seconds to admire his physique before he’s on me again, licking and kissing my breasts. His mouth pulls greedily on my nipple, and I feel the tug all the way down to my clit. I float on a current of pleasure as he crosses over to my other nipple, biting and sucking, teasing and licking.
Pleasure swirls like a whirlpool in the basin of my hips. I can already feel my muscles tightening, my body succumbing to Aidan’s unrelenting will. My clit pulses against his fingers as he strokes me faster.
“I’ve been fantasizing about making you come for months now,” he growls. “Tonight, I want to be the reason you moan and tremble. I want to feel your pussy drip like a ripe peach down my chin when I taste you.”
His words stroke me from the inside out. My muscles tense, and I hold my breath as my orgasm surges through me. I moan, vaguely aware of Aidan’s lips trailing kisses down my stomach, too caught up in my orgasm to realize where he’s headed until his lips are on my mound.
Warm tingles dart up my spine as his breath washes over my folds. He wedges his head between my thighs, then sluices his tongue through my wetness, centering over my clit.
“Oh my God...” I close my fingers around a fistful of Aidan’s hair.
He glances up with a half-smile that seems to say, I am your God, little one, and don’t you dare forget it. I’m so sensitive after my orgasm that the caress of his tongue is almost too much to bear. He seems to realize this, if the way he’s pinning my hips in place is any indication.
Still, it doesn’t stop him from lavishing me with attention. Aidan may not want to be my Dom right now, but he’s still a sadist.
After a long moment of sweet, agonizing torture, he grants my clit a reprieve, climbing over my body to kiss me fiercely. The clink of his belt buckle tickles my ears.
He’s going to do it... He’s going to take out his cock—
“Wait,” I say, laying my hand over his.
Aidan’s darkened gaze searches mine. “What is it, Grace?”
I don’t just want him to put it inside me. I want to savor the moment. I’ve never seen Aidan fully naked, though he’s had weeks to memorize the length of my legs and the modest curves of my hips and breasts. I want a chance to look at him with nothing, not even underwear, blocking my view.
“I want to see you first,” I tell him. “All of you.”
With a wicked grin, he rises to stand in front of me, as I pull myself up to kneel at his feet. He unbuckles his belt slowly, then unzips his pants.
“You want to see my cock?” he asks.
My pulse ramps up. I nod.
