Eventually Yours

63 ✽

~Aiden

I pressed my lips to hers and she melted into my embrace. I kissed her, hungrily and she kissed back, eagerly. I let my hands roam around her body as her fingers tangled into my hair. I moved from her mouth to her jaw and she tilted her head back for me to get better access and I kissed her neck, making a moan escape from her lips.

A low, enthusiastic growl emanated from deep within me, vibrating me. I know she felt it, too. I kissed a trail down to her low neckline, making her gasp and pant and moan. The sounds that came from her only encouraged me and spurred me on.

“Aiden—”

I take that opportunity to slip my tongue back into her mouth. To claim her and take my time with it.
Not like the frantic kisses. Just a private room and a full night ahead of us.

Exactly what I need— what we need.

Our kisses were languid. No teeth clash, neither of us fumbling. And everything felt right.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, my love,” she suddenly said, pulling back to rest her forehead against mine before reaching down to the waistline of my pants to pluck at the shirt tucked in there.

I kissed her again, on her neck and her chest and she reached out and undid the buttons on my suit coat and pushed it off my shoulders. It fell to the ground with a soft thud.

“Aiden, get the dress off” she panted, leaning closer to me to give me access to work on her zip.

I gave her a small grin, liking the way she looked with her lips all puffy and wet. Her cheeks all pink. Her hair was all mussed from my hands in it. I zipped down the dress and she somehow managed to shimmy out of it while still seated on the table.

“Aiden, bed, now.”

Receiving orders has never been this hot.

I didn't hesitate to pick her up and take her there.

“Is this okay?” I asked the moment her back touched the mattress, wanting to be certain I wasn't doing something she didn't want.

“Yes,” she hissed out almost desperately.

As I pushed my hands up her torso, the little camisole she wore bunched. It was like unwrapping a present, revealing silky skin followed by a simple nude bra with a lace overlay. Plum and full tits that were round and firm above the line of the cup that cuts across them.

Oh God!

I peeled the shirt over her head and dropped a hand to flick the clasp on her bra, pulling it away and tossing it on the floor beside us. I took a step back to appreciate her.

Breanna frowned when she noticed my absence on top of her and propped her hands behind her on the bed. She gazed at me with wide brown eyes, a little intoxicated looking—but not on alcohol. Her dusky pink nipples were erected and pointed right at me.

“You're so beautiful, Brie.”

My eyes raced over her form, illuminated only by the warm light of the small lamp beside the bed.