Christmas and Forever

by Delilah Hunt

  “How many do you think?” Liya was hardly the seductress. If not for her burgeoning love for him, she never would have issued such a brazen invitation, especially when there was the slight fear that Aidan might not appreciate, for lack of a better term, her extra pounds. But, Aidan did seem to need her as much as she needed him, and for now, that was more than enough to keep Liya’s feminine insecurities at bay. She was not going to back down, or back away from him.

  “I’d rather remain in the dark,” he muttered.

  “I’ve never been with anyone,” Liya confessed. “I’ve told you that I spent the last couple of years caring for my brother. After he passed away, I registered for my first year at Vermont State. Between work and college, there was never any time or anyone I considered special enough.”

  His face closed up. Aidan shook his head as if in afterthought. “All this does is let me know what we’re about to do is wrong. You need to wait for the right man, sweetheart— someone who is going to cherish you and give you his entire heart. Everything you deserve. There’s nothing special about me. I’m just a selfish bastard willing to take advantage of you.”

  Vehemently, she shook her head. Liya stood on the balls of her feet and murmured against his lips. “I’m selfish too.” She circled an arm around his waist. “This will work. I promised I wouldn’t take your heart, remember? I won’t. I swear to you, I won’t. We can make love the entire time, get it out of our systems. I won’t ever stop by the clinic again, Aidan. We won’t have to see each other.”

  Aidan embraced her as if he was afraid to let go and buried his face in the hollow of her neck. “Oh God, Liya. I can’t do this anymore, sweetheart. I can’t do it alone.”

  Her eyes widened and her heart quivered. Instead of pushing her away, what she feared he would have done, Aidan lifted her in his arms. Cradling her like a baby, he strode down the hallway, footsteps unhurried. Once inside the bedroom, he nestled her in the middle of the bed then stepped away. Fully clothed and on her back, Liya studied the war raging in Aidan’s features. Her gaze drifted lower to the evidence of his arousal, a massive erection pressing against his jeans.

  “Aidan?” She raised her hips and wriggled out of the jeans, then slid her thighs open, praying he would see the move as an invitation to come closer to her. His eyes settled between her legs, with nothing but simple cotton underwear shielding her from his view. She could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he reached for the belt buckle then stopped. He dropped his hands to the sides.

  Liya swept her tongue across her lips. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of him and the erection so thick and hard straining for release from those pants. How could he not be in pain from it? Worse, didn’t Aidan know how badly she wanted to feel his cock thrusting within her wet heat? The man was going to be his own downfall. Hell if she was going to lie back and allow him to deny them both.

  She straightened on the bed. Back arched, Liya crawled on her knees in front of him. Her fingers teased along his groin. “Is it painful?” she asked softly, noting the way he held himself rigid, sucking in a breath. “How long has it been?” She petted him through the fabric, stroking gently with the back of her hand. “Please, Aidan, how long has it been since you’ve allowed yourself to feel a woman’s touch, to have someone lay next to you and keep you warm?”

  A groan escaped him as he held her wrist and moved it faster on his shaft. When he answered, it was as if the answer had been ripped from him. “Forever.” He closed his eyes and jerked his hips. “It’s been forever, sweetheart.”

  The agony in his voice was palpable, touching her very soul. She wanted to know more. Wanted to know everything about Aidan and how to please him physically and emotionally. Liya nibbled her lower lip. “I want to see you.” She fiddled with the button on his jeans.

  A fleeting look of panic took a hold of him. He glanced downward at his left leg, the injured leg. Of course, Aidan was worried she would see the visual extent of his injury. “It’s all right. You won’t have to let me see your leg until you’re ready,” she soothed. “Let me see you, Aidan.” She popped open the button and begged him once more. “Please, let me see you?”

  Chapter Six

  “I want to see you, too.” Aidan couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth. But once they had gotten into the bedroom and he’d laid her on the bed with her legs sprawled, his cock, already rock-hard, quickly turned to lead. Kneeling before him, her smooth back was straightened and neck elongated to look at him. He could see the telltale signs of her nervousness. Her small hands were trembling against the front of his pants. He hadn’t expected that, yet it delighted him like nothing else. She peeled her sweater overhead, allowing it to fall to the side of the bed. Slowly, Liya lifted her head, masses of dark curls swaying lightly from the subtle motion, and met him with a smoldering gaze. Aidan swallowed hard, his eyes riveted to the sight of her hands, reaching around the expanse of her back. Oh God, she was going to bare her breasts to him. Blood coursed rampant through his prick. She freed the hook. Her breasts. Sweet Jesus. Air constricted in his throat, making it difficult for Aidan to breathe. Her breasts were the loveliest pair of tits he had ever had laid eyes on. Bronze-shaded, they were a smidgen lighter than the rest of her body. The areola looked much darker and the nipples were so damn thick, he wanted to bury his face there and suckle her like a newborn baby. Aidan flexed his hips and drew in a ragged breath. It was the only thing he could do to offset the ache in his groin and balls. It wasn’t working. He took in another eyeful of her breasts.

  Unable to help himself, Aidan let out a groan. He was surprised he hadn’t tackled her to the bed and feasted on those breasts the very second she released the bra.

  Her eyes flew open at the break in silence. Uncertainty flashed in her eyes. “They’re too big, aren’t they?” She said it as if it was a flaw. Whatever had her thinking like that, he was going to remedy it.

  “They’re not too big. They’re perfect, sweetheart.” He padded a finger across the tip of a dark nipple. It beaded under his touch. Lowering his head, Aidan kissed the sensitive bud. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more gorgeous pair of breasts before.” He would burn in hell for his betrayal of Sarah, but it was the honest truth. He cupped the soft mounds in each hand, enjoying the divine weight, so wondrously heavy in his palms and totally irresistible. He had to suck them tonight. Now. His cock throbbed in excitement.

  Aidan lowered his head and drew a nipple between his lips. A decadent moan slid from Liya’s full lips. He sucked harder and fondled the left breast. He couldn’t believe it: Liya, sweet and generous, offering her ripe body to him this way. She writhed against him and stroked his hair, tiny mewling escaping her with each tug on the delicious flesh.

  More. Dear God, he needed more. Her breasts were made for comforting a man. Aidan cinched an arm around her back and held her to his mouth.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. Liya laced her fingers through his hair, her breath coming out in rasps. He only had his mouth on her breasts and already she was this needy. His cock swelled at the possibilities. His balls grew heavy, brimming with sperm and begging for release inside Liya. Release. His mind shuddered at the thought, threatening to diminish the pleasure.

  “Aidan,” she sighed, “I want to feel your hands on me. Down there.”

  He steadied his gaze on her face, feeling almost certain he had spilled inside his briefs at her innocent request. Shaking, he caressed the inside of her thigh. His hand slid upward, cupping her sex though the thin layer of fabric that kept him from her moist flesh. Blood pounded in his ears and rushed to his cock. His mind teetered on the brink. He was touching Liya. Liya, his receptionist and the woman who refused to leave him to wallow in his misery. His hands were on her pussy. There was no going back now. When the three days were up, then he would pay the price for this hedonism.

  Hands. She had asked for his hand to stroke her, but he would give her a lot more tonight. Aidan looked down at himself. He was a
starving man, and Liya was the only one able to satiate him.

  He needed to make sure she was ready for this. “If I touch you…” Aidan paused and arched a brow, echoing her words, “…down there, I won’t be able to stop. I need to get inside you, sweetheart.” He leveled his forehead to hers. “Can I fuck you?” he asked quietly. Not once in his entire life had he asked a woman so bluntly, but Liya was unlike any other woman he’d ever been attracted to.

  He petted the apex of her thighs, awaiting a definite answer despite the assurances from earlier. Liya showed him by slipping out of her panties and tossing them to the floor. Aidan watched rapt in fascination. A part of him felt like he shouldn’t be there witnessing the breathtaking scene of Liya undressing. And yet, it was the one place he wanted to be the most. She knelt on the bed before him, her voluptuous body stark naked. A measure of guilt pulsed within him. Beneath all that bravado, Liya was just a young girl. He knew it, but not even that was enough to stop him from being selfish and accepting what she offered.

  “Aidan, “ she whispered, cupping the side of his face. “This isn’t wrong, okay? You’re entitled to be happy, not just sometimes, but all the time.” She kissed him and gave a warm smile. “And remember what I promised you. You’re safe from me.”

  Her words felt like tiny caresses fluttering over his heart. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

  She was scaring the shit out of him. He mashed his lips to hers, terrified of what else she might say, lest she shatter the fragments of sanity he clung to. “Lay back and let me look at you,” he murmured against her lips.

  She did as he commanded, although she was unable to disguise the tremor of fear from her pretty round face.

  “Hey now. Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart.” Aidan traced the curve of her upper thighs and slid his hand over the thin layer of curls above her sex. He was surprised that he still held the power of speech, what with such an adorable pussy displayed for his viewing. More important, he was surprised he hadn’t climaxed the moment she splayed her thighs and allowed him a glimpse of her wet and slickened cunt. Aidan squeezed his cock from inside his jeans. It was engorged–– painfully so. He had never reached this point before, physically aching to be inside a pussy. He prayed that he would be able to last more than a minute inside Liya’s virgin cunt, after so many years of celibacy.

  He hooked his hands beneath her knees and held her open until her sex was spread wide and he could see the juices glistening on her folds. Her clitoris was puffy and distended with arousal. He peeked at her, saw her nibble that kissable bottom lip. In anticipation and excitement? Better be. Aidan groaned and pinned his focus once again between her thighs. Using two fingers he spread her pussy lips apart, then blew a soft kiss on the delicate bundle of nerves that ripened and plumped for him. Such a sweet little pussy, and the fullest clit he’d ever seen on any woman. So fucking juicy, awaiting his mouth or cock sliding against it.

  Liya whimpered as he dotted kisses along the slit. Aidan delved his middle finger into her drenched opening. Her lips parted in shock and a loud sigh of pleasure escaped her. The sound sent shock waves through him. “No one’s ever touched you like this either, sweetheart?” He didn’t wait for a response and added another finger, thrusting against her barrier. Eyes closed, he took a deep calming breath, praying for restraint. Her cunt was tiny, more so than he expected, he thought feeling the heat rising in his neck. “I didn’t think you’d be this small,” he said throatily, pumping gently within her. .

  Her eyes glossed and she mumbled something he couldn’t understand. In her fever pitch, Aidan doubted she could form a coherent thought. He kissed her soft cheeks. She was lovely and he hoped she stayed exactly the way she was. His Liya. His chest swelled with pride at the intimacy she allowed him.

  “Aidan,” she moaned.

  “Hush.” He withdrew his fingers, content to simply pet and fondle her pussy. It was a sweet torture he devised for himself despite the protest of his aching cock, wishing to get free and have a go between her legs. “Do you need more, sweetheart? Are my fingers not enough for you?”

  She arched her back and spread her legs wider. “No. I need more, please.”

  Please. How sweetly she said it, too. He kissed her nape and rolled the swollen bud between his fingertips. “I should be the one down on my knees begging. Tell me you won’t regret this decision, Liya. Tell me so I can feel your wetness all over my cock.”

  Her teeth chattered. “S-swear I won’t.”

  Aidan nodded. No matter what happened he had to maintain some form of control. He couldn’t release inside her. “I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t expect this Christmas surprise.” Honeyed moisture trickled onto his fingers. Condom or not, he had to know what she felt like.

  She twined her arms around his neck and undulated her hips, seeking more of his fingers. “I just finished my period. It should be safe.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Plus, I could never have any regrets with you.”

  His throat felt tight. When this was all over, he was going to make sure she never wanted for a single thing in life. It was the only way he could show her what she meant to him. Anything else was impossible.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he rasped. God, it was hard to speak.

  Her lips widened into a sensuous smile as she lay backwards and splayed her thighs. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Aidan.”

  Her words…She was strikingly honest, uncaring and looking so damn innocent, as if she had no idea how painful it was for him to maintain control.

  He tugged the shirt over his head and scrutinized her reaction. “Do I meet with your approval?” He hoped he could compete with the younger men in her eyes.

  She lounged on her elbows and nodded. “You do. But that’s not the reason I like and admire you. I’d still feel the same way about you if you were fifty pounds heavier with a head full of gray hair.”

  Aidan gaped in astonishment. He felt her words down to his soul. He kept silent, for the moment, afraid he would say something to turn his entire world and direction in life on its heels. She was too much of a temptation.

  He opened the belt. The room echoed with a deafening silence, save for Liya’s sharp intake of breath as he pulled the jeans and briefs past his hips. He had already told her he wouldn’t allow her to see his leg. There was something primitive, dark about having Liya deliciously naked on his bed while he remained almost fully clothed, with nothing but his cock thrusting forward, ready to fuck the naked siren lying on his bed. For once, Liya was at his mercy.

  “Do I still meet with your approval?” Aidan fisted the base and squeezed the tip, drawing out droplets of pre-cum. His cock jerked at the feel of her eyes on him.

  She moaned quietly and sank a tooth into her lip. Aidan groaned when she flicked her tongue across the injury. He wanted to taste those lips.

  Standing at the foot of the bed, he drew her legs around his waist. He wanted to see her face the moment he rammed into her wet pussy and tore through her virginity.

  Liya welded her arms about his neck as Aidan lowered his head and locked his lips to hers. Grasping his cock, he slid it up and down between her slickened folds. She was burning him. He wasn’t even an inch inside and she was threatening to scorch him, render him helpless.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his lips against soft tendrils of hair, hovering above her earlobe. Straightening, he flexed his hips and surged forward, tearing through the bundle of tissues. Oh. God. He squeezed his eyes shut. His cock swelled and throbbed with a pulsating feral need. The onslaught of emotions and pleasure held him prisoner. Aidan threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling. Withdrawing, Aidan thrust deep again then repeated the action, driving into Liya without a single thought.

  “Aidan,” she cried. “Not so hard.” The breath lodged in his throat as he gazed at the woman beneath him. Big eyes, sparkling with tears, stared back at him. Summoning his last vestiges of strength, Aidan slowed his pace and swept his lip
s along her collarbone.

  “I won’t hurt you again.” He gave a tentative thrust. Liya mewled. He thrust again, steadily picking up the pace as her face scrunched and her lips parted. That’s right. He fucked her harder and watched as she rose on her elbows and rolled her hips, drawing him in deeper. Her pussy was tighter than a vise and his cock appreciated it like nothing else.

  Liya dug her fingertips in the linen and clasped her ankles around his ass. She braced forward and clapped her palm to his face, her lips parting to form an o with each thrust. “It feels good now,” she purred.

  He plowed her in frenzy, his hips slamming ferociously into hers. “You like being fucked, sweetheart? Your pussy is stretching for me, Liya.” He jammed a hand beneath her ass and lifted her to take every inch of him. “So soft and willing beneath me. Tell me how much you like having a cock in your cunt.”

  She moaned and clung to him, gyrating her hips in passion. “I love it. I still can’t believe you’re inside me. You don’t know how many nights I thought about you and wondered what it would feel like.”

  Jesus. He was already on the edge and now she was telling him for so many months she had been thinking about his prick pumping into her virgin cunt. Had she also imagined him filling her up with cum? Aidan hung his head and cupped the side her face, holding her gaze. He withdrew completely and pressed his forehead to hers, then rammed his cock into her pussy with every ounce of his strength.

  Her mouth opened and the room echoed with her scream. Six long years he’d gone without feeling a woman’s warmth. He was going to milk this for all its worth. He did it again and again until she was openly sobbing and grinding her hips like a madwoman. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. When his need threatened to reach a fevered pitch, he felt her walls pulsate around him. His cock responded in turn and expanded outside her womb.