His hand wrapped through my short hair and he pulled to angle my head to suit him. His tongue swept through my mouth like a heat-seeking missile, finding mine and tangling together. His other hand went to my hip as he pulled me closer to him, our bodies nearly touching.
Our tongues wound around each other, teasing and tasting. My hands went around his neck and Aidan scooped me onto his lap, sitting like a baby, curled against him. He kept kissing me, learning every last bit of my mouth. He pulled my bottom lip out between his teeth then dove right back into my mouth and kissed me all over again.
When we finally separated we were both breathing heavily. Aidan’s mouth drifted across my cheek to my ear then down to my collarbone. He ran his tongue over my throat and goosebumps erupted all over my skin. My head fell back and he continued the blissful torture of my neck, something I never knew was so sensitive.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me but I don’t want you to stop,” I groaned. My body felt like it was on fire, a slow burning feeling passing through me. Heat pooled between my legs and I ached for his touch again.
Aidan stood with me in his arms, something I never thought was possible, and carried me toward his bed. When I figured out where he was going I froze, fear wrapping around my entire body as I realized just how alone I was with him.
Aidan’s step faltered as he felt my fear. He stopped and pulled back from the kisses he was still covering my skin with. “Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want. I promise. We’re friends first, and always. I just want to be able to lie down with you. No clothes are coming off.”
He looked into my eyes, waiting for my reaction and response before he moved. When I finally bit my lip and nodded he kept moving, but didn’t go back to kissing me. I felt the loss of his lips on my skin and wondered if I’d ever get over my fears. If I’d ever be able to be lost in the comfort of a man’s arms.
Aidan laid me on top of his bed then climbed over me to lie down next to me. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me, making me feel exposed even though I was fully covered. “You’re so beautiful, Claire. I feel like the luckiest man on the planet because I get to share my time with you.”
Damn he was good. I crooked my finger at him in the ‘come here’ gesture and he covered my upper body with his, bringing his lips down to mine.
His hand rested on my stomach and I fought the urge to suck in my gut. I didn’t want him to be disgusted by me but I also knew hiding it wasn’t going to do me any favors. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t know what I looked like. Clothes could only cover up so much.
His erection dug into my hip and I knew I had to get closer to him. Nothing was close enough, not when we weren’t touching everywhere. I turned onto my side so I was facing him. His erection pressed against my belly and his hand moved around my back to tug me closer.
Closer still wasn’t close enough.
A strangled sound escaped from my throat, my frustration letting itself be known. I wanted him. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him. From wanting to feel the same way again that he’d made me feel before.
“What’s wrong?” Aidan asked as he pulled back from me. Lust filled his eyes and pain stretched out across his face. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head with a smile. He was more concerned with hurting me than anything else. I felt cherished in his arms, loved more than I’d ever been before. The slap to the face was that I was. I knew Aidan couldn’t treat me poorly and that I’d never meet another man who would make me feel the way he did. I was lucky enough to have found something elusive. Something so many others searched for had finally found me.
And I wasn’t going to let it go.
“You didn’t hurt me. I was just frustrated. I’m sorry. I… you felt so good last time and I… I wanted it again. I don’t even know what you did, but I loved it. I… can you tell me what you did?”
A lazy smile spread over his lips, the smile of a man who just found out he was good in bed. Or on the couch. Whatever, he was good at it.
“Quit grinning like that. You know it was good.”
“Claire, honey, I’m not grinning because it was good. I’m grinning because I love the fact that I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel that good. I can’t even tell you how it feels to know no other man will ever hear the way you come apart, will ever be the one to catch you when you fall off that edge.”
I kissed him again, if only to avoid talking about what he’d said. I couldn’t process the ‘ever’ part. He sounded like he planned to marry me. It made my heart stand up and wave, but the rest of me was terrified. Because I wanted it, but was afraid I’d never get it.
“I can show you better than I can tell you. Basically you can have an orgasm inside from your g-spot. During sex that’s usually what will happen, if you come. What we did before though, you have a bundle of nerves at the top that will give you an orgasm when stimulated. I was rubbing against that before. It’s the easiest way for most women.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked, unsure if I wanted to know the answer to the question. We were still lying on his bed facing each other. His head was propped up on one hand and the other hand bounced over my side, like a car over speed bumps. I didn’t want to hear about his sexual past. I wasn’t ready to share mine and knew it wouldn’t be fair to ask his without being willing to share mine.
I wish I’d kept my mouth shut, not asking him any questions. I should have asked Lexi, but I was too ashamed to ask her. With Aidan I felt like I could say anything, ask anything.
And his answer only proved me right.
“I paid attention in health class when I was in high school. I also took some anatomy in college. I have dated and slept with other women so I’ve learned a little from experience but mostly I learned that the books were right. I’m not the serial dater you think I am. I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”
I sat up so quickly I nearly fell off his bed. I gawked at him, trying desperately to recall something that made sense. “We’ve known each other three years. How is it possible you haven’t slept with anyone in that time?”
“Have you?” Aidan asked calmly.
“No, but I’m me. You’re in a whole different league.”
He sat up and faced me, taking my hands in his. “The only league I want to be in is the one you’re in. You’re more beautiful than you give yourself credit for. Plus, beauty is only one component of what makes a person great. I like your easy sense of humor, your dry wit, your compassion for others, your willingness to help anyone, your intelligence, your patience when dealing with difficult passengers, your-“
“Okay, I get it! Stop!”
“I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. I just want you to know there’s a lot more to this for me than just thinking you’re gorgeous. Your curves are lush, sexy curves. My grandmother would have said you were lovely. She’s right. You’re the whole package. Do you want me to tell you all the things about you that make you beautiful?”
“No! Please, don’t. I’m not used to this. I believe you, but honestly, it’s a bit much for me. Most guys don’t see past my appearance. You’re a lot to take in.”
“You have no idea, baby,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes but loved the easy way we could be together. He made me laugh, made me feel safe. And he excited me in ways I never thought I’d feel.
So I had to wonder if what I felt was just lust or if there was something more to it. And if I would be able to separate the lust from whatever else was there.
Fourteen
Aidan leaned in to kiss me again. His lips touched mine for the briefest of moments then he kissed across my bottom lip and back my top lip. He teased my lip between his teeth then pulled me in close for a hungry kiss.
His body rocked against mine shooting fireworks throughout my bloodstream. He clung to me, one hand in my hair and the other holding my hips tight to his. God he felt so good. I wanted to kiss him forever, but I was im
patient. I wanted more. I needed more.
I was possessed. A woman I didn’t recognize. A woman that had only shown up once before. I needed him to bring her back out again.
My body arched into his, rubbing against his erection. He groaned into my mouth as his tongue thrust deep inside, setting a rhythm for his hips to follow. He wasn’t in the right spot, pressing into my stomach instead of where I wanted him. My frustrated groan turned him into a frenzied animal.
His hand moved from my hip up my side. His thumb brushed the bottom edge of my breast and I moaned as I arched into him. He gently pushed me to my back, keeping our lips sealed together. When his palm cupped my breast and his thumb ran across my nipple heat flooded my shorts and I knew I needed more. I need his skin against mine.
“Can I touch you, baby? I want to feel your skin under my hands.”
I nodded, as desperate to feel him as he was to touch me. Aidan tugged my shirt off and dropped it over the edge of the bed. My industrial strength bra didn’t dim the fire in his eyes and I felt better that we’d gotten that far. He slid the straps down my shoulders and pulled my breasts free of the cups, watching me as he did.
Unconsciously, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “What are you thinking, honey? Talk to me,” he whispered. My exposed breasts were close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin.
“I want you to touch me. I need it. Please.”
His mouth was on my breasts before I could finish. He sucked one nipple between his lips and rolled it against the roof of his mouth. Pleasure shot through my body, lights exploding behind my closed eyes. He turned his focus to my other nipple and reached around my back to unhook my bra. It went over the edge of the bed with my shirt.
“What else do you want, Claire? I need you to tell me.”
I sucked in a harsh breath. His lips moved against my bare skin, tickling the undersides of my breasts as he spoke. I ached for him between my legs but I was also unsure how to tell him what I wanted. What did I say? And did asking for it make me sound like a slut? Was lying half naked with a man already crossing that line? Would he really stop if I asked him too?
“Please touch me. Make me feel good again.”
As he kissed across my stomach and breasts he asked, “Like last time or can I use my hand this time. Or my mouth? You taste so good, sweetheart. Will you let me put my mouth on you?”
His mouth? There? Oh shit, I felt like a teenager again. It was the sort of thing I should have experienced years ago, not now. I shouldn’t be 27 years old and going through all this for the first time.
Sensing my hesitation, Aidan said, “How about I start with my hands and we’ll go from there. Is that okay?”
I nodded and waited. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Should I help him take my clothes off? Did he need all my clothes off? Was he going to get naked? Should I be touching him too?
Aidan’s mouth returned to my nipple and I moaned loudly. I felt his smile against my skin as he kissed, bit, and sucked my nipple. When I was nearly flying off the bed I felt his fingers at my waist, unbuttoning my shorts.
He left my shorts on and slid his large hand inside. I looked down and watched as his hand disappeared into my panties. He worked slowly, playing with my curls before going further into my pants. His fingers brushed over me and my body bucked up into him. But he didn’t stop, he kept going.
“I’m going to slide my finger inside you so I can get you wet. If you’re dry it could hurt. Are you ready?”
I nodded and felt his finger brushing the edge of me. “Fuck, you’re wet. Jesus, Claire. You feel so good.”
His finger slid inside and he groaned with me as one finger filled me. He drew his finger back out and I whimpered at the loss. Aidan kissed my arm then my cheek before pulling my earlobe between his teeth at the same time that he slid his finger back up to where he’d started.
“Holy shit!” I screamed. He’d barely touched me and I was already screaming and coming off the bed. His fingers circled me slowly, letting me feel every movement of his hand. I looked down again and smiled at the sight of his large arm stretched over my belly and vanishing between my legs.
With every swipe of Aidan’s fingers I felt my body wrapping tighter and tighter around a coil. I felt like a rubber band about to snap, my body pulled tight and ready to let go. My breathing sped up with the movement of his hand, furiously stroking over my most sensitive area.
“I’m going to slide a finger back inside you baby. Is that okay?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over my ear.
“No, it feels too good. You can’t stop,” I panted.
“I’m not going to stop. I promise. It’ll feel even better.”
His thick finger plunged into me as his thumb took it’s place and the rubber band inside me snapped, sending me flying over the edge of a cliff. I let out a scream as my body flew off the bed, bucking hard into his hand. Aidan’s other arm was wrapped around my shoulders and held me to him as I tried to leap free.
Black filled my vision as Aidan continued to drive me further and further from reality. As the darkness faded I felt his fingers building me back up again, a slightly slower pace ready to turn fast and furious once my body was ready.
“Off, I need my clothes off. I need to feel you and only you,” I growled, tugging on my shorts and my panties and Aidan tossed me further up the hill.
I managed to get naked seconds before Aidan’s manipulation drove me right over a bigger cliff. Without my clothes to hinder his abilities he thrust his finger deeper inside and circled his thumb faster. I couldn’t see well over my belly, but watching his hand move against my body turned me on as much as his movements did.
I came again, screaming his name and looking for something to bite. I latched on to his shoulder with my teeth as my world went black again. Fireworks exploded in the darkness, showing me which way to go to get back to earth.
“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Thank you so much, baby. Thank you for sharing that with me. For letting go. I want to see it again, to hear you, to feel you. Do you have more for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, already sprinting toward the cliff with Aidan’s fingers between my legs.
“Let me taste you honey, please. I need to feel you come, to taste you as you let go.”
“Yes,” I moaned, ready for anything as long as he threw me off the cliff again.
Aidan was gone in a second, jumping up from next to me to settle between my legs. He still had his shorts and t-shirt on and there was something incredibly scary and amazingly sexy about being completely exposed to him while he was fully clothed.
He looked at me, his hand still touching me with his face close enough to my thighs to feel him breathing. “You smell amazing. Oh, Jesus, I need to taste you. Are you ready, sweetheart?”
I mumbled something that Aidan interpreted as a yes. His thumb disappeared and was instantly replaced by his tongue. My hips rose up to meet him, throwing themselves off the bed as they met their new best friend. He smiled against my skin, his tongue matching the pressure and pace set by the large finger sliding in and out of me.
Aidan’s free hand rested on my thigh and pressed out, nudging me to spread my legs wider. My knees fell to his bed, my body more exposed than it’d ever been. When he added a second finger inside me I thought I was going to come right then, but he just wound me tighter with the slow pace he set.
Whimpering and begging became the only coherent things I could say, desperate for Aidan to take me where only he could. When I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him tight to me he lost all control. His fingers slammed deliciously hard into my body and his tongue did crazy things to me. I moaned, thrashed, and screamed my way over that last edge, my legs stiffening straight up, clenching around his ears as I came.
One wave crashed over me, then another, and yet another. My body couldn’t get enough, drowning in pleasure. I screamed and moaned and cried, then melted into his bed once I was done.
Aidan
wiped his face on his t-shirt as he crawled up my body, carefully avoiding touching me. Every nerve ending felt like it was electrified and I knew one touch from him would push me over the edge again. I trembled, like aftershocks from an earthquake, but I couldn’t move.
Aidan kissed me when he finally got up to me. I tasted myself on his lips, a salty and musky taste, and couldn’t help but wonder what he tasted like.
“That was amazing. You’re amazing. Thank you Claire, thank you so much,” he whispered as he nuzzled against me. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me close to him, my side against his front.
I felt his erection pressing hard into my hip. It felt like it was throbbing, his heartbeat pulsing into his cock as it waited for the same release I’d craved like a junkie.
And I wanted to give him that release. I wanted to please him the same way he’d pleased me. I wanted to make him feel good as badly as I’d wanted to feel good. It was like a drug, a ridiculous craving to know I could make him feel good.
I slid my hand down between us and outlined his erection through his shorts. His entire body tensed up and he froze when I touched him, something that made me smile. I knew how he felt.
I kept tracing around him, circling the head of his cock until he thrust into me. I ran my finger along the bottom, across the top, and down the sides. When I wrapped my hand around him he asked in a garbled voice, “What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“I want you to feel good. As good as you made me feel.”
“You - fuck - you don’t have to do that, Claire. Jesus. You don’t have to do anything. Watching you, touching you, tasting you. That’s all I need, sweetheart, I promise. You don’t have to,” he ground out, swearing whenever I’d squeeze him.
Men were easy. I might not understand my own body, but I knew how a man’s body worked. I just needed to get him naked. I let go of his cock and felt him relax again, only to tense up when my fingers drifted under his shirt and I started pulling it up.
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