by J. J. Sorel
“Are you okay? You are exceptionally tight,” Aidan whispered.
“Yes,” I uttered in breathless whisper. “I’m sorry if it’s difficult.”
“Clarissa, words cannot describe how you feel. You’re every man’s dream. You’re my dream.”
The thrusting increased in speed. I held onto his firm, round butt, which was as tactile as the rest of him. My thighs wrapped around his athletic legs.
A slow, long breath left him. “Oh my God, you feel good—too good.” His movements built in rhythm. Aidan’s breathing was so ferocious it penetrated through my flesh. The friction between us was divine as thick creamy waves engulfed me.
“I can’t hold on. I have to come.” Aidan’s voice struggled, his face contorting. Jaw clenched, his head fell back. In a wild rush, he exploded, crying out my name with a primal roar.
He fell into my embrace panting. Aidan held me tight as he regained his senses.
“I’m sorry that was too soon. I’ve never felt anything as perfect as that. You’re addictively delectable,” he said, stroking my cheek. He pulled back his head so he could see my face. “How was it? Please tell me it wasn’t too painful. I hope I didn’t bruise you.”
I was so overcome with emotion that I almost laughed for some crazy reason.
Aidan puckered his brow questioningly.
“At first it hurt. You’re extremely big,” I said, back to awkward Clarissa. “But it became really pleasurable after I got used to it.”
“You divine angel.” Aidan continued to caress me gently. “Next time, I won’t come as quickly. I need you to come with me,” he said, devouring me with his hooded blue eyes.
“I’ve already orgasmed three times, Aidan,” I said. He kissed me deeply and slowly. In his arms I remained as I drifted off.
When I opened my eyes, Aidan was on his side, staring at me. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Have you been awake long?”
“I haven’t slept.” He reached for a glass of juice and passed it over to me. “Here, would you like a drink?”
I lifted myself off my elbows and took the glass. The juice went down well. I was really thirsty.
“Finish it. I’ve already had a few,” Aidan said.
“So why haven’t you slept? Did I keep you awake?”
“You did,” said Aidan with that adorable lopsided smile of his.
My brows shot up. “What—do I snore?”
He laughed. “No, silly.” He tapped my nose. “I needed to keep looking at you. You’re as beautiful asleep as awake, if not more so.”
I fell into his arms. Aidan’s warm lips softened into mine. Slow and drugging, the caress of his mouth set my body aflame, melting me like chocolate. His tongue traced my swollen lips and entered my mouth.
Within an instant, Aidan’s need became fierce. His hands were all over my heavy breasts, groaning into my mouth, his lips hot and fiery. Meanwhile, pushing against my thigh, his cock pleaded to be stroked.
The desire to devour him suddenly swept through me. I traveled down the bed and placed the wide head of his velvety cock into my mouth. Salty arousal dripped onto my tongue while his hands were filled with my breasts.
Veiny and rod-hard, he stretched my mouth to the limit as my lips moved up and down.
Aidan pulled away. “No. Not this way,” he said, tracing my lips with his fingers. “I love your sensual lips on my cock so much that I won’t last. And I haven’t got all day to fuck you. If only. Before I leave this morning, I want my cock to make you come.” He took me into his arms.
A powerful reminder of lost innocence, the few drops of blood on the sheet made me recoil. Aidan held me tight. He whispered something inaudible while caressing me. “My darling girl,” was all I heard.
His warm breath on my cheek, Aidan said, “You’re a goddess.” His ravenous tongue supped on every inch of my prickling flesh, leaving a trail of electricity all the way to my sex. There he teased and fluttered over my swollen clit until I came ferociously into his mouth.
I lay there, ready, legs wide open, dripping in arousal. He grabbed his primed, sheathed cock. This time, it slid in with no piercing pain, just a deep stretch that was so overwhelmingly satisfying that I moaned all the way.
“Clarissa, you’ll be my undoing,” he whispered into my ear, trembling with lust. He moved in and out. I was so inflamed and sensitive that the friction was sheer ecstasy. “I want to go hard, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he stammered.
“It’s okay. Please do,” I rasped.
Oh, how he filled me. With pure animal grace, Aidan ploughed into me. My pelvis moved up to meet his. His deep penetration sent electrifying shudders through me. My heart raced so fast I was lost in a dizzy haze. Each time he re-entered the heat intensified.
Spasms, tormenting and endless—I lost control. His big cock was on a ravaging campaign. Pure heat burned into me. While his hungry hands hadn’t left my breasts, his mouth traveled away from my tumescent lips and feasted on my nipples. He bit me gently and I gasped in delightful agony.
Aidan’s groans became growls as the room resonated with the primal cries of a couple lost in the throes of pure, raw passion.
Glued together by sweat, we were all flesh. My sex clenched tightly. I hurtled beyond the point of return, collapsing in a gush of pure heat. Then, without time to bask in that, another orgasm brewed as he relentlessly slid in and out of me.
The slow eruption began. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. Commencing with glowing stars shattering behind my eyes, a wave of swelling heat blasted me. With each hot wave, the swell grew in slow, toe-curling, time-stretching ripples. I surrendered, and my senses tumbled out of control. A stretched gasp left me. My nails sank into Aidan’s sticky flesh. As he stretched the last vowel in my name it sounded as if he was plunging into a deep well.
We held each other tight. Our hearts beat in unison, taking quite some time to land back on earth.
When Aidan’s breathing returned to normal, his gaze was so all-consuming I thought he was about to say something. But he kissed me with feverish tenderness instead
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I sat up naked against the cushions, only because Aidan wouldn’t allow me to dress. Aidan handed me a cup of coffee. “I hope that’s okay. Are you hungry?”
“No, the coffee is fine. I can grab something later.”
Semi-dressed himself, Aidan’s naked torso was a serious turn-on as I sipped on the delicious cup of coffee. “Do you need something?” I asked, watching him walk about combing back his hair with his hand.
He kneeled by the bed. “Yes—you.”
Good answer! I pulled back the covers and tapped the bed, my thighs sticky from our last round of sex. Or was that lovemaking?
“What a sight,” he said. As his hands caressed my breasts, I noticed his erection pushing against his shorts. “I can’t—I have to go.” Aidan stood up. “You can stay. Finish your coffee.”
I jumped out of bed. “No, I’ll come with you. I won’t know how to get the boat started otherwise,” I said, tying my sarong around my waist. “I suppose it’s only about two hundred meters back to shore, I could swim.”
Aidan laughed. “You’re adorable.” He brushed my cheek. “It’s not a difficult swim, I grant. I’ve seen you fly in the water, sexy mermaid. I’m sure you can manage it. But I don’t want you to.”
“I could do it with ease,” I said defensively.
He held me again. “I can get Linus to come over.” His eyes moved up and down my body. “Although… come to think of it, I wouldn’t want him to see you in that see-through sarong.” He ran his hands along my thighs.
“I’d prefer him not to see me either.”
Aidan tilted his head, a faint smile forming. “Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Of course not, but this is a little tricky,” I said, heading for the upper deck to retrieve my one-piece. “Have I got time to dres
s?” I asked. “I’m naked under this sarong.”
Aidan squeezed my bottom cheek as he followed me up the stairs. “I’ve noticed, and I want to fuck you so much that I’m having trouble moving.”
“You’re insatiable.” I laughed.
“Around you I am. I wish I didn’t have this damn meeting.”
“What time’s your flight?” I asked, pulling my swimsuit up.
“Anytime I want. It’s my plane,” he said casually, as if everyone owned a plane. “It’s just that I have to be there by eleven o’clock. I can get there thirty minutes late, however.” Aidan stroked my tousled, just-been-fucked-hair.
“I must look a mess.”
“You’re even more incredibly stunning. I love your hair out and wild.” He tucked a strand behind my ear and kissed me again. He took my hand and led me off the impressive yacht.
Once we were back to the shore, Aidan lifted me off the dinghy and onto the jetty. I could have just as easily stepped onto it. But he insisted, holding me longer than necessary with those strong, muscular arms. Aidan’s eyes were on mine. As I caught a whiff of him my pulse raced and a throb caused an ache in my pussy—a delicious reminder of Aidan being inside me.
In what would have made a fantastic advertisement for anything relating to male products, Aidan’s strong muscles flexed as he tethered the boat to the pier. Just to add to my already aroused state, he swept his golden-brown hair away from his handsome face. For someone who hadn’t slept, he looked fresh, especially with that healthy tan. But best of all were Aidan’s blue eyes that reflected the delicate turquoise sky and blue sea.
Arm in arm, we walked to the stairs. I stopped and turned to look at Aidan. “Do you want me to wait for a few minutes?”
Aidan frowned. “Why?”
How could he be so relaxed? “I just thought people might talk,” I said, following him up the uneven rocky steps.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about anything,” Aidan said with a knock-out smile. He took my hand again, and we ascended the rocky climb.
“I love these steps. They remind me of some ancient city in Europe,” I said, panting from the steep incline.
“That was the first thing I thought when I walked down them.”
When we arrived at the top, Aidan took me into his arms and held me so close that his heart thumped against my chest. “I wish I didn’t have to go away.”
“How long will you be gone?”
He exhaled slowly. “Two long weeks.” From his pocket, he produced a phone and pressed a few buttons. My phone pinged. “I just sent you my number. Call me, text me, anything. Only keep in touch.” Aidan stroked my cheek and kissed me again. His tongue entered my parted lips as a cogent reminder of his passionate claim on me.
I pulled away. “You better go. I’m holding you up.”
“Call me.” Aidan remained before me. I was the first to leave, carrying away an after-burn from his smoldering gaze.
CHAPTER TWENTY
We were seated at a fashionable café in the arts district. It was a novelty to be back there for a day, a contrast to the beach wonderland I now called home. Despite the grimy hustle and bustle of the city, it was fun to hang out with Tabitha, who was ebullient after I’d just bought her a pair of red jeans that cost an average weekly salary.
“So, Clarissa Moone, you’re now a woman,” said Tabitha, sizing me up. She looked around and whispered, “Did it hurt? Did you come?”
I rolled my eyes. “Subtle as always.” I giggled. “A little.”
As expected, Tabitha threw one of her impatient frowns. I had to laugh at her exasperation. “I’ll take that as a yes. Is he well-endowed?” Tabitha raised an eyebrow.
My face fired up, and I grinned.
“Oh, he is. Mm…” said Tabitha.
“You’re incorrigible, Tabs.” I giggled. Her reaction reflected my exact sentiments. It sent yet another electrical charge travelling down to my deliciously aching lower region.
“Did you come with his finger, tongue, or penetration?” Tabitha was leaning in towards me on her elbows.
“All of that,” I said with a tight smile.
“Wow, he’s a super lover, then?” Tabitha persisted.
“I don’t know what to compare him to,” I said, sipping on my coffee, which burned my swollen lips, a reminder of Aidan’s passionate kisses. “Suffice it to say that if all men made love like Aidan, I imagine those columns filled with complaints about men not satisfying them would no longer exist.”
“Far out…he was that good.” Tabitha was starry-eyed.
“Uh-huh.” I sighed. “Beyond anything I could have ever imagined.”
“Wow…how many times did you do it?”
“Four,” I answered, grinning.
“In one session! Fuck, Clarissa, was he on Viagra?” She laughed.
I shook my head. “Isn’t that normal?”
Tabitha’s laugh was so loud everyone’s attention turned to our table.
“I hope they didn’t hear,” I whispered.
“It’s not normal. The guy has stamina, lucky you. And he also hit your G-spot. He’s not only hot but a sex god too. You really hit the jackpot, babes.”
“It may be the only time. I can’t get too attached.” A sudden cold knot formed in my tummy at the thought of being a one-night stand.
My phone pinged, making me jump. It was Aidan. My heart leapt to my mouth. It was only four hours ago that he’d left, and he was messaging me already: Hi…thinking of you (haven’t stopped). I arrived on time. XXX Aidan.
My huge smile piqued my nosey girlfriend’s interest. She attempted a glance at the screen. “Who’s that?”
With “haven’t stopped” circling around and around in my head, I passed her the phone.
“Shit, he’s got the hots for you, Clary.” Tabitha’s excited, high-pitched voice summed up my feelings. She passed me back the phone. “What are you going to say?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. What would you suggest?”
“Tell him that your pussy’s throbbing and can’t wait to have him inside of you again.” Tabitha’s green eyes danced with mischief.
“You lascivious woman you,” I said, shaking my head.
“And make sure you don’t intimidate him with your antiquated words.”
“He likes intelligent women,” I said.
“I know, send a photo of yourself,” she said, grabbing my phone.
“Do you think?” I asked, wondering how I looked.
“Yeah, I do. Here, let’s undo that braid and have your hair loose.” Tabitha unraveled my hair and arranged it so that it framed my face. Then she undid the top buttons of my blouse to expose some cleavage.
I protested. “That’s taking it too far, just my face. Damn, I don’t have any make-up on. And I have slept little.”
“Oh, be quiet. You look gorgeous. You have that just-been-fucked glow about you. Now, lean forward, elbow to the side so we can see that cleavage.” She held the phone and clicked away. “Smile seductively. Think of him taking you, making your toes curl.”
“You’re too much, Tabs.”
“Come on,” Tabitha said. “Just think of how he felt inside you the second time.”
I curled my lips.
“That’s perfect.” Tabitha clicked again and again.
She studied the shots. “That’s the one. Your smile is angelic, not slutty. But then he sees that knock-dead cleavage and, well…” She passed it to me. My cleavage was plunging in that photo, which wasn’t hard to do with my boobs. But I liked the shot.
“Okay, I’ll send that,” I said.
Noticing my hands trembling, Tabitha grabbed the phone. “Here, I’ll do it.” With typical deftness, she sent it off.
“I should send a text.”
“Just did that,” Tabitha said with a cheeky grin.
“Shit, Tabs. What did you write?”
Tabitha passed me the phone, laughing. “God, you should see your face. You’ve got it bad. I d
idn’t write anything. Here, do it.” She passed me the phone.
After staring down at the screen for a while, I wrote: I’m so glad you got there safely. XXX Clarissa.
Tabitha reached over to look at what I’d written. She rocked her head to and fro. “Hmm…a bit tame, but I suppose it’s too soon for sex banter.”
“I’m not a sex-banter kind of person, Tabs,” I said, exasperated more with myself for being artless in this game of seduction.
“I can see I’ll have to train you.” Her green eyes twinkled. “A man like Aidan will need some of that, I’d imagine.”
I exhaled sharply. Tabitha was right. Aidan was a sex god. How the hell could an inexperienced girl like me handle that?
“You’ll have to go on the pill. As soon as possible— today even.” Tabitha pushed buttons on her phone.
Before I could respond, I heard her say, “Hello, are there any appointments available this afternoon?”
I glared at her. She was making me an appointment. That was Tabitha—impatient and bossy. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
She hung up. “Two o’clock. That’s ideal. You start today, and by the time he returns, you can go au-naturel, skin to skin. That’s after he’s shown you a blood test clearing him of STDs.”
“What? I can’t ask him for that,” I whispered.
“It’s common practice, Clarissa. Everyone does it these days,” said Tabitha patting my hand.
“Tell me about your new boyfriend,” I said, taking a forkful of the yummy chocolate cake. It slinked down and made my stomach grumble with approval. I was so hungry despite having had a hot breakfast, three hours earlier.
Tabitha’s face lit up. “He’s tall, dark, and handsome. You know my tastes.” She arched a brow. “And he likes to eat pussy,” she said, fanning her face and giggling.
“Gross, Tabs. Too much information,” I sang. “I’m really glad you’ve given Steve his marching orders, though.” I wiped my mouth after polishing off the cake.
“Keep this Saturday night free, Clary, because it’s Josh’s birthday.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
