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“Mmm,” he murmured against her neck, pressing kisses down the side of her throat to her exposed shoulder. “I regret to inform you that missionary wasn’t one of them. But I’m happy to add it to the list.”
Her laugh quickly dissolved into a hitched breath when his fingers dipped under the shoulders of her dress and he slowly eased it down, helping her slip her arms out of the lace sleeves. When he pushed it down over her breasts, he groaned.
“You did wear something I could take off you,” he said, dragging his thumb over the top of the satin bodysuit she’d worn in lieu of a bra.
“I couldn’t share all my secrets, Callahan.”
He leaned down to press kisses to the rounded tops of her breasts before kneeling and helping her slide the dress all the way down her legs. His hands caressed up her calves and over her thighs, fingertips sliding up her inner thighs to brush against the satin covering the slick heat of her core.
When he pushed to his feet again, he shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and tossed it toward a chair. He studied her, eyes hungry, as he undid his cuff links and set them carefully on the table. While he slowly, torturously, undid the buttons on his shirt, she reached up to remove her necklace.
“No,” he said, tugging his shirt out of his pants and letting it hang open. “I want to fuck you wearing that. Only that. And maybe those,” he added, gesturing to her shoes.
She didn’t wait for him to initiate contact again. She reached for his shoulders and tugged him closer, groaning against his lips when her fingers met bare skin. Pushing the shirt down his arms, she explored the broad expanse of his back with her hands, memorizing him from shoulder to waist, then down to his ass, squeezing until he ground the hard length of his cock against her hip.
His fingers slid over her stomach while he took her mouth, and he expertly flipped open the front catch on her bodysuit, giving himself just enough leverage to slip his hand in and scrape his fingertips across her nipple. She bit down on his lip at the contact, and he hissed, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
Urgently, he tugged at the satin fabric, dragging it down to her waist and dipping his head to capture her nipple in his mouth, closing his teeth around it until she gasped and arched against him, her fingernails biting into his shoulders.
Viv skimmed her hands down his chest, then further, rubbing over the bulge of his cock. Aidan groaned softly, his fingers making quick work of the rest of her bodysuit until she was completely naked and on fire from the way his eyes took in every inch of her body.
He whispered her name like a prayer while she undid the button of his pants and dragged down the zipper. His grip tightened on her breast when she shoved his pants down over his hips and freed his cock from his boxers, wrapping her hand around it and dragging her thumb over the tip.
She stroked him down and back up again, grinning when his head dropped to her shoulder on a strangled groan. It was a heady, powerful thing knowing she could make him feel as desperately needy as she felt right now.
“Need you,” he murmured when she stroked him again, and he kicked his shoes off, toeing out of his pants before lifting her up and bracing her back against the wall.
She felt his thick shaft slide against her slit, and she dropped her head back against the wall with a groan. She needed him inside her like she needed air in her lungs.
“Callahan,” she begged, watching him as he gripped the base of his shaft and teased the head over her clit, making the breath catch in her throat.
In one fluid motion, he slid inside her to the hilt, and she clenched around him, her legs tightening around his waist while he moved his hands to grip her ass, digging his fingers into her flesh.
He licked and sucked at her neck above the heavy necklace while he drew back and plunged into her again. Each time he did, he picked up speed until she was breathless and panting from his thrusts.
She felt him in every single nerve ending, his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his cock. All of them drove her to the point of insanity until all she could do was cling to him, her fingernails dragging shallow scratches along his back.
“Viv,” he groaned against her shoulder, lifting her enough to grind his pelvis against her clit with each thrust until her body was vibrating. “Come for me.”
“Yes. Fuck. I…”
Her orgasm didn’t take her by degrees; it shoved her off a cliff so she was free falling through the darkness, stars swimming in her vision.
Before Viv could catch her breath, Aidan lifted her away from the wall and carried her back into the bedroom. When he laid her down on the edge of the bed, she expected him to cover her body with his and slide inside her again. She wanted him inside her. But he went to his knees on the floor between her thighs.
He looked up at her, breath hot against her swollen lips. “I’ve thought about doing this for weeks,” he said, holding her gaze while his tongue flicked out to drag across her slit. “Wondered what you would taste like.” He swirled his tongue over her clit. “What kind of sounds you’d make.”
She dropped her head back between her shoulders with a groan, lifting her hips toward his mouth until he laid a hand over her stomach and held her against the bed. He continued his slow assault with his mouth, alternating between tracing her pussy with his tongue and sucking her clit between his lips.
Each time she gasped, he circled his tongue around her clit and slowed his pace, torturing her by changing the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. Fucking hell, the man was trying to kill her.
“Stop teasing and fuck me,” she pleaded, wriggling against his grip.
His gaze was sharp, hungry when it snapped to hers, and he wordlessly slid a finger inside her, making her gasp.
“I’ll fuck you when you come for me again,” he said, slipping his finger in and out of her pussy before adding a second one.
“Callahan,” she sobbed when he wrapped his lips around her clit again, sucking as he pistoned his fingers faster.
