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Aidan makes a delicious groaning noise in his throat as his eyes lock on my center. I writhe a little under his gaze, and his hands grip each of my thighs, holding me still.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” Slowly, his right hand trails up my thigh until his thumb strokes across my wetness. “And so. Fucking.Mine.”
Gathering my own desire, his thumb traces higher until his touch rubs my aching clit. My hips jerk, the shock of the sheer pleasure rendering me breathless.
“Tell me, Autumn,” Aidan says as he touches me, his voice taking on an addictive darkness unlike his usual calm, kind demeanor. I love it, love the way I affect him, love the fact that I get to see this side of him. He’shungry, and fuck so am I. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
Oh, God. I feel my entire body heat with a blush and desire. I shake my head, blinking at him, feeling dizzy with arousal.
Aidan groans again, the sound ragged and full of need. “God, you’re killingme, sweetheart. Fuck. The first time you come, it’s going to be on my cock, understand?”
Hell yes. I’ll do whatever he asks right now. There’s a tight, hot ball building low in my stomach as his touch continues to tease my clit. Then his touch is gone, and I mewl in complaint, pouting at him. Aidan leans over, nipping at my lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“Needy little angel.” He lowers his head to kiss my breasts, making me moan, and he draws my nipple into his mouth. “Later, I’m going to taste every inch of you, find every single place on your body that makes you shiver and moan. Trust me, Autumn, I may be your first, but fuck, I’m going to be your last. Only mine.”
He adjusts me slightly so my head is on his pillows and he’s braced over me. I feel the hot, hard tip of his cock sweep between my legs, my wetness making his flesh slick. His hand slips between us, fingers dragging through my folds before he fists himself. I make a desperate sound, feeling the head press against my entrance.
“This pretty pussy? It’s mine, too.” His eyes lock on to mine, and I see the question in his gaze. I nod, moving my hips a little in emphasis. Then he thrusts, and I gasp as his length begins to fill me. I’m so wet that, despite my inexperience, there’s little resistance when he drives himself home. “Only. Ever. Mine.”
Each word is punctuated with another thrust until I’m full, breathless and gasping while I adjust to his thick girth. If there was any pain, it was chased away by sheer pleasure.
He gives me a second to adjust, and I reach for him, nails scratching at his shoulders as I silently ask him for more. I feel like I’m hanging off the edge of a cliff, desperate to let go and fall.
“I want to be gentle with you,” Aidan growls, brow furrowing as he shudders. “But, fuck, sweetheart. You feel so damned good. I can’t…God.”
Every word out of his mouth is like a drug, one I’m quickly becoming addicted to. I don’t care about gentle, all I want is him.
“Fuck gentle,” I manage to say.
He snaps, and I scream his name. One hand drops to my hip, and he lifts me a little so he can cup my ass, fingers digging into soft flesh. His cock drags over every sensitive inch of me, and he pulls back before thrusting back in. At this angle, with my hips held up off the bed and him braced over me, every deep, sharp thrust rubs my clit against his pelvis.
My head goes all fuzzy and warm, and that tight spiral shudders inside me. Heat blooms, slowly at first and then all at once, and I feel as though I’m shattering and being remade all at once beneath him. I lose track of time and every sensation except the pleasure of him, of this moment, ofus.
The only noise I can make is his name, over and over as that tidal wave of bliss sends me soaring. Through the overwhelming sensation of it, I make out my own name on his lips, followed by a grunting curse, and then the hard heat of him inside me pushes deep.
I feel him fill me, and that sends me into another gasping height of pleasure. Knowing thatIcan bring this man to release is almost as blissful as the feelings he just set off in me.
For a minute after, all I can do is focus on breathing again. Aidan is a warm blanket of weight over me, careful not to lower too much of his weight onto me, folding his body over mine and kissing every inch of my skin he can reach. He’s still inside me, and I’m not about to complain.
I don’t want this moment to ever end.
6
AUTUMN
I’m so warm. So warm and cozy and relaxed that I don’t ever want to move.
I sigh, halfway between asleep and awake, burrowing further into the warm blanket wrapped around me. Wait, no. Not a blanket. I blink my eyes open blearily, happiness soaring through me as reality comes back into view.
Thick, warm arms are wrapped around me, holding me tight against a solid, muscular chest that rises and falls rhythmically against my back. Our legs are tangled together like both of us have tried to get as close as we can to each other, even in our sleep. I yawn, shuffling a little as I roll over, squeaking when a pair of green eyes meets mine.
“I didn’t realize you were awake,” I say, whispering despite the fact we’re both awake. Something about this—both of us naked still, his arms around me and our faces so close our noses brush—feels too intimate and too…special…for full volume.
Aidan’s lips pull upwards in a sleepy smile that sends my heart into a full-on gymnastics routine, backflips and all. His hair is all rumpled, from both sleep and my hands last night, and it only makes him even more devastatingly handsome.
“Only just.” His hand strokes lightly over my spine, his lips brushing mine in a barely-there kiss. “God, you look so damn beautiful in my bed. Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning.” I know I’m blushing at the compliment. I still feel like I’m dreaming, tangled up in bedsheets with the man of my dreams.
