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Aiden leans up and rolls the condom on, coming back down, nestling between my thighs. He’s holding himself over me on his elbows as he leans down to give me a soft kiss. He releases my lips but barely moves an inch away from my mouth. We’re breathing the same air, our connection intimate and perfect. I love the feel of his breath on my lips and the weight of his body on mine.
“Ready?” he whispers over my lips.
Giving him a small nod, he eases into me. Our eyes stay locked, and if I thought my world shifted with his mouth, I was completely wrong. This right here has the power to undo me in the best way.
He moves in and out of me slowly, but oh so deliciously. My hips roll, meeting him thrust for deep, slow thrust. Soon it isn’t enough for either of us. I want to see him lose control and watch his walls crumble just like mine.
He sits up and wraps my legs around his waist, holding me at my hips as he drives into me with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck. That’s it, Aiden, keep going.” I feel it low in my belly, the tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm.
“Goddamn, Lindsey, your pussy is strangling my cock. That’s it. I want to feel you come around me, baby.”
His fingers move to my clit and begin rubbing quickly back and forth, a look of pure need on his face. I’ve never had a man so determined to give me this much pleasure before. Between the sensations of his cock moving inside me and his fingers on my clit, I shatter, gripping the sheets in my fists to keep me rooted to the bed. I scream out my second orgasm, a feeling of intense ecstasy spreading throughout my entire being. Before I have a chance to catch my breath, his mouth captures mine in a passionate, domineering kiss. Aiden moans out into my mouth as he’s overcome with his own release, our lips fused together. Soon his movements slow as he practically melts into me, peppering my face with small kisses like he’s thanking me for his pleasure.
He makes as though he’s going to move off me, but I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding him to me.
“Not yet. You’re like my personal Aiden-sized blanket.” I hold him tighter and bury my face in his neck.
He chuckles, but allows me to stay wrapped around him; the movement sets off tiny little shock waves through my body.
Now, that wasdefinitelythe main course.
We’re lying in bed, neither of us speaking nor moving after I finally allow him to shift off me. I want to bask in the afterglow of what I just felt, but self-doubt begins to creep in. Aiden and I usually have those comfortable silences that neither of us feels the need to fill with useless chatter. I’m not feeling particularly comfortable right now, though. Which is crazy. I should be. Why is my mind running a mile a minute? In the past, when I’ve been in this position, it was with a boyfriend. I was never one for one-night stands. The relationship was already established, and I knew I would spend the night.
This feels different, though. My own bed is right down the hall. Does he expect me to go back to my room after we finish? Would it be weird to stay here instead? Does he even want me to? We talked a lot about our feelings, but we haven’t put an actual label on anything. He called me his girl, but is that the same thing as girlfriend? I know we should probably discuss the particulars, but this doesn’t feel like the right time for that particular conversation.
I don’t want him to think I’m some needy little girl who needs have everything spelled out for me. I want to enjoy this as it comes, but this is unfamiliar territory for me, living with someone I just had sex with. God, this sucks. I really wish my brain would turn off right now, or at least wish I knew the protocol here. My inexperience and anxiety are rearing their ugly little heads, not allowing me to enjoy this.Thefuckers.
I can’t take the silence, but I’m too scared to talk about everything that’s swirling in my head. What a buzzkill. I swing my legs off the bed annoyed with myself and not looking in his direction, I stand, slipping my shirt over my head.
“What are you doing, love?” Aiden sits up, his brows drawn together as he watches me looking for my shorts.
“I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay here or sleep in my own room. I don’t want to invade your space or anything.” I try to sound casual, but to my ears, I sound like I’m trying too hard not to sound put out by the possibility he doesn’t want me to stay with him. Ugh. Why can’t I just be normal, or at least act normal?
He reaches for me, and I take his hand, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“What I want is for you to stop looking for your shorts, take that shirt off, and come sit on my face. I’m not done with you by a long shot. Then when I’ve given you, say… at least three more orgasms between my mouth and my dick, I want you to press your beautiful body against mine and sleep next to me.”
He leans up and kisses me softly on the lips.
“I see your mind running away with itself, Sunshine.” He kisses me on the nose. “Come back to bed. I think we can come up with a couple of ways to turn it off.”
Well shit, I’m not going to argue with that.
It’s only been a few hours since we finally fell asleep. Aiden definitely came up with several ways to stop my mind from spinning. He stirs next to me and kisses the back of my head. I turn to face him with a sleepy, contented smile on my face.
“Good morning, Sunshine. I have to make a couple calls, but I didn’t want you to wake up and think I snuck out of bed or some such nonsense your beautiful brain may conjure up.” His voice has that sleepy gravel quality to it, and I love hearing it first thing in the morning.
“I don’t think my brain has the power to come up with any thoughts right now.” That earns me a wide smile from him and a perfect morning kiss.
“Then I did my job.” He winks and lifts the sheet off my body, peeking under it.
“I just needed a little looksee before I left.” He bites his bottom lip, a growl deep in his throat. I giggle as I lean up for another quick kiss.
“Go make your calls. I’ll let you more than look when you’re done.” I pull the sheet back to my body as he pouts.
He groans before he gets up, pulling his discarded jeans up his legs, sans underwear again. Man, he better hurry up with those damn phone calls.
