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Aiden doesn’t look convinced, but I don’t let it hold me back. Taking both of his wrists, one in either of my hands, I reach his arms back towards the wrought iron headboard and wrap his strong hands around the bars, leaving enough space between each hand that it’s almost a stretch for him. “This is how it’s going to work today,” I tell him, deliberately grazing his chest with my bare pussy.
His entire body is tense, waiting. He’s not looking at where I’ve wrapped his hands around the bed. He’s looking at my naked breasts as if he wants nothing more than to suck them into his mouth.
My own body is tight with anticipation. My senses are all on alert. I can feel the smattering of hair on Aiden’s chest as it brushes against my inner thighs and the tremors of excitement rippling through him. I can smell the heady musk of sex in the air. Aiden’s pupils are slightly dilated, making his brown eyes look almost black. I can hear the quickening in his deep breaths.
“Tell me what to do,” he says.
“Nothing.”
“…Nothing?”
When he starts to move his right hand from the bed, I reach over and clamp my palm over it. “There’s only one rule.”
He nods. But it’s hesitant.
“You have to leave your hands here,” I squeeze his hands over the bars, “the entire time.”
“Cat.” When he says my name, he sounds almost pained.
“Aiden.” I wait for him to look at me. “You can touch me as much as you want after.” Running both my hands down his chest, I chase the shiver that travels through him. “Trust me.” I wait for him to nod before asking, “Okay?”
“Okay,” he agrees. The word shouldn’t turn me on, but here, now, it flames an inferno in me, one that I know is going to consume me whole.
Careful of where I land, I scoot up, placing each of my knees on either side of Aiden’s head so that I’m trapped between his arms, and he’s trapped between my thighs. The queening position isn’t as comfortable as it usually is because his arms don’t give me much mobility, but when Aiden’s breath becomes erratic, tickling my inner thighs, I lower myself down towards his mouth anyway, as powerless to stop as he is.
With a sharp curse, he lifts his head, and, too eager to wait, meets me halfway. This time he doesn’t go slow. He consumes me, his lips and tongue working me alternately with deep sucks and flickering licks.
My own hands are clamped on the headboard, and, as waves of pleasure assault my body, I brace against it, giving my trembling knees the support they need. When Aiden’s tongue penetrates me, my back arches and I sink further down as I try to take more of him. Rocking my hips just the slightest bit, I add more friction, fueling my own cresting need as much as Aiden’s.
His arms are steel around me, his muscles bulging against his compulsion to touch me. His mouth is frantic, driving us both too high, too quickly. And when I look down, his hands are white-knuckled around the bed posts.
Realizing I’m close to coming a second time, I pull back quickly, and, using my knees, push myself up and away from his mouth. I am still hovering over him, my wet thighs inches away from his face.
“Cat…Come back here. Please,” he begs, his voice raspy.
I want to. I want him to eat me out until I’m screaming his name. I want to come while his tongue is inside of me.
But that would be selfish, so, instead, I say, “Nope,” and scoot back and away from his face, inching down his chest in an awkward backwards crawl.
Aiden raises his head to look at me but doesn’t move his hands. When I reach his crotch, I take his cock in my hands and, watching him, give it one long lick from base to tip. His eyes widen. His chest rises and falls with each breath. He is fighting his grip on the bed.
So, lowering my head, I do it again, except this time I swirl my tongue over the head of his penis, and draw it into my mouth with one hard suck.
His head collapses back on the bed. His eyes close and he exhales a defeated, “Fuuuuuck.”
Seeing this incredible, competent man come undone because of me, because of what I do to him, has something close to a power rush rising inside of me, and, wanting,needing, to ride it out, I scurry off the bed and fish through the pockets of my jeans for the condom I slipped into my pocket on my way over.
Pulling it out with a triumphant, “Ah-ha!” I hurry back. I rip the gold wrapper with my teeth, and, taking the condom out, quickly sheath him. Holding him in my right hand, I angle myself over him.
I wait there until Aiden opens his eyes again, and this time, I watch his face as I lower myself onto him, taking all of him in one fluid movement. I am wet with want and tight with need. Every inch of me that he fills feels snug, almost too tight, as if we were made perfectly for this. For each other.
His body under mine is practically vibrating, every cell on the edge of giving in. The veins in his arms have started to rise underneath his skin with the effort it’s taking him to keep his grip on the bed. And, as I watch him battle, I find that I love that about him too. I love that he'll always try, that he’ll always fight to give me what I want.
Resolute to make this the best orgasm he’s ever had, I begin to move, slowly at first, each gentle roll of my hips squeezing him tightly. Although he doesn’t move his hands, Aiden’s hips move with me, making small thrusting movements that match my tempo.
The effort it’s taking him to hold onto the bed and thrust has him keeping his head back on the bed, but I’m watching his face, and I can see every flicker of excruciating pleasure that crosses his features.
“Cat, I’m not going to last.”
