"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
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Inked words on paper keep me company as I wait for Aiden to get out of the shower. The very descriptive scene of the two main characters'... sexual interaction, gives me a second heartbeat, it's a little weak and located between my legs.
The virtual image of a wet Aiden, moaning under the running shower head because of me is still etched in my mind, and my brain finds a successful way to connect what I saw mere minutes ago to what I'm reading now. It isn't helping my situation in the slightest.
Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's just forcing me to rub my thighs a little more intense against one another than usual. My lack of panties is a pro too... there's no hiding from him.
I'm not done with Aiden for the night, and by the rushed footsteps, jerking of the door and darkness outlining his irresistible expression, neither is he with me.
Thankfully.
I almost blush at my own thinking. Keyword being almost.
Hands grasp my legs solidly, swiftly dragging my body toward the edge of the bed where he's awaiting me like a predator it's pray. No necessary coax floats between us. The air is thick with tension, driving us to the brim of sexual frustration. I let go of my book, leaving the pages spread and flat against the mattress. My eyes are locked on his lecherous emeralds as he allows the fluffy towel, that until now, hid all his glory from me, to the floor.
My gaze drifts across his naked figure. Studying all that is mine. Chiseled muscles ripple beneath olive skin, golden glow assembles him tanner. Droplets of water rain down his chest, monstrous ink glistening over prominent hip bones and blurring away inches before reaching the body part of his I crave most inside me.
Fist locks around his hard cock, impatiently dragging up then down, smearing that clear pre-cum all over and making the veiny muscle glisten deliciously. "Open up for me, baby. You couldn't possibly think I was done with you, did you?" Aiden rasps, not giving me a chance to react as he spreads my legs apart on his own.
Only the mere force of his grip makes me moan lightly.
Aiden grips his shirt that's swallows my body and forcefully pulls apart. The ripping sound of fabric fills the room.
A lick of his lips follows when he takes in the glistening centre of my arousal. A look so dark, crosses his face, alarming me of what he's about to give me. Startled, I gasp when he inches my ass over the edge, the tip of his dick brushing my aching bud.
A near scream ridges through my lips when he nudges me, once... twice... three times. Right by the center of it and I almost finish before we've even started. His hand remains steady on my waist, fingers pressing into me so hard, I hope it'll bruise.
"I love you. Fucking remember that," he rasps, soaking his lips into the flesh of my breasts, biting and licking anywhere but the buzzing bud, desperate of his attention. "Use your safe word the moment you want me to stop." He mumbles hoarsely behind the spots he's marked me with.
