by Snow, Jenika
He let out this hard exhale, and then he was removing my pants. I lifted my hips so he could, and then I was lying there in just my panties, Aiden’s big body over mine as he stared between my legs. Although the cotton still covered the most intimate part of me, I felt like I was totally bare.
And when he ran his fingers along my panty-covered pussy, I couldn’t help letting my head fall back and closing my eyes as pleasure slammed into me.
“Take them off,” I begged on a moan.
He pulled my underwear off and heard him inhale. I opened my eyes to see him smelling my panties, and everything in me heated like I was on fire. Why that turned me on so much, I had no idea.
“God, you’re so fucking pink and wet. You’re so ready for me.” He had his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers big and warm as he slid them closer to my pussy.
I felt his thumbs slide along my pussy lips, pulling them apart, spreading me. He exhaled, and I felt that stream of warm air across the most sensitive, intimate part of me. I involuntarily arched my back. Electricity slammed into me, and despite the fact that I had just climaxed hard for him, I felt myself winding up, that coil inside me tightening with pleasure.
“Want me to touch you with my lips and tongue?” He sounded so desperate.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Aiden groaned at my response then had his tongue on me. He ran slow circles around my opening but wouldn’t press that muscle inside me, wouldn’t give me that small reprieve. He teased me, tantalized me, and brought me to the precipice of orgasm with his tongue, lips, and fingers until I shamelessly begged for more, ground my pussy against his face.
“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet.” He gave it to me, spearing his tongue into me at the same time he rubbed my clit. My orgasm slammed into me, claimed everything in me so the world faded into nonexistence.
“Look at me.” The command was clear, and I slowly came back from the hazy fog of desire. I lifted my head and saw Aiden watching me. “The way you look when you come—” His exhale was long and deep, and he closed his eyes momentarily. “—so fucking hot.” He opened his eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you get off for me, because of me.” His thumbs were on each side of my pussy lips, holding the folds open obscenely wide. I could see my clit poking out from the hood, could tell how swollen it was. And it was all for him.
Aiden flattened his tongue, while still watching me, and dragged the thick, pink muscle from my pussy hole to my clit. The sensation was incredible, but seeing him do it as well had a fervent plea leaving me.
When my head would have fallen back from the overwhelming sensations, he whispered against my wet flesh, “Don’t look away. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you. I want you to watch yourself come all over my face.”
Oh. God.
The orgasm I’d just had was intense, but I felt myself climbing toward another one only minutes later. The air left me when he started running his tongue up and down my cleft. His lips suctioned around the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and I teetered on the edge. When he slowly inserted one finger into my pussy, I couldn’t stop my climax if my life depended on it. It took over me like I was possessed.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Give it all to me. Only to me.”
My head fell back, and my eyes slid shut of their own accord. The waves of pleasure took my breath away, and I gripped the sheet beneath me, pulling, tugging at the fabric as I rode the wave of ecstasy. I didn’t know if this was normal, the amount of pleasure I felt, but I embraced it. I let it claim me.
I let Aiden claim me.
When I finally came back down to reality, it was to the feel of Aiden’s hips nestled between my legs, his denim-clad, thick cock right against my pussy. He started grinding against me, sending little sparks throughout my body until I felt oversensitive. His love bites along my body and the sensation of his stubble along the now sensitized skin were intoxicatingly arousing.
“Tell me you want more.” His mouth was by my ear, and his deep voice had me hungry for more. He looked down at me, waiting for me to say yes. And that was exactly what I did.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want this, Aiden.” He took my mouth in a bruising kiss and our hands fumbled with the rest of his clothing. When he was just as naked as I was and his hips were back in the cradle of my thighs, I gasped at the first feel of his hot, hard dick.
“You’re so wet for me.” He started a slow rocking motion against me, causing his length to slip between my folds. The tip of his dick bumped up against the bundle of nerves, and then his balls gently pressed against my bottom. “You feel how good that is? You feel how good we are together?” He picked up his motion, and I started climbing closer to yet another orgasm. It was like my body was insatiable for Aiden.
“Yes,” I answered softly, moaning that lone word out. “Oh, God.” I closed my eyes and just rode out the wave of ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I opened my eyes and lifted my head, looking down to see the thick, long length of his cock slide between my folds. The tip of him bumped my clit with every upstroke, and the sight of my pussy lips hugging each side of his shaft, framing it as he fucked me without penetration, had me so soaked it was almost embarrassing.
The sounds coming from Aiden were gruff, primal. He started to move faster against me and shifted so his head was in the crook of my neck. He kissed the underside of my jaw as he claimed me. He worked his hips like a piston, up and down, faster and harder. The slickness from my pussy caused his motions to be easy and smooth, erotic and sensual. Then I felt the warm, powerful jets of his cum coat my pussy as he found his release.
His groan of completion was deep and long, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him close as his body gently shook from his orgasm. Even after he came, I could still feel his semi-hard cock nestled between my folds. He lifted his head and kissed me softly, sweetly, and just like that, I felt him harden almost instantly.
“Aiden.” The way I said his name was so erotic I actually felt a little embarrassed.
“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed against me harder. “Do you feel how hard I get for you, even after just coming?” He ran his tongue up my neck and kissed the side of my mouth. His words were darkly erotic, and pleasurable shock filtered through me.
“God, I need you so fucking much Harlow. I need you now.” His words were muffled against my flesh. “I don’t have any condoms.” My heart jackknifed at his words. Maybe we should have been smarter about this, waited until we had protection, but I trusted Aiden. I wanted him.
“I’m on the pill to regulate things. I trust you.” I stared into his eyes, just saying it, because I didn’t want to stop this. “I trust you, Aiden,” I said again.
He ran his hand up my neck and cupped my cheek. I rose up and kissed him on the lips. The only thing I wanted was to be with Aiden, to forget about everything and just be together.
“I want you, Aiden. I need you.”
And just like that… there was no going back.
Chapter Sixteen
Aiden
I exhaled loudly and groaned her name. “Harlow.” I lowered my face so I could place my mouth on hers at the same time I reached between our bodies and aligned the tip of my cock with the opening of her body. God, I could already feel her heat, sense how wet she was.
This was it. This was the moment where lines would be crossed, when friendships would become something more. And I’d never wanted anything more. Things would forever be changed between us, and I couldn’t fucking wait. I’d never felt like something had to happen more than I did in this moment.
When I started to push into her, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as if she were made for this, made for me. The motion caused me to sink farther into her, and I groaned in pure fucking bliss. I knew I was stretching her, knew I was taking her virginity. But she gave it freely, eagerly, and no one would ever have her, claim her, but me.
“I’ll
try to go slow, to be gentle with you, baby.” I whispered those words, not because I didn’t want anyone to hear, but because my self-control was on such a thin fucking rope I couldn’t find my normal voice.
“I’m good. I won’t break, Aiden. I just want you. I want to be with you.”
Beads of sweat started to break out along my brow as I tried in vain to keep my cool, to keep my control. I braced one of my hands by her head, my arm straight and tensed, my bicep flexed. I moved my other hand and cupped her cheek, my focus trained on her. It was like everything around us disappeared, like there was nothing else that mattered in the world.
My eyes dropped to half-mast, my mouth parting slightly as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. I pushed in another inch and had to stop as the pleasure was almost unbearable. I closed my eyes, and my breathing became haggard.
“You’re so tight and wet.” I gritted my teeth and pushed in all the way, stilling then immediately retreating. She held onto my waist, her nails digging into my flesh. God, she felt good, so fucking good.
When just the tip was at her entrance, I waited for a prolonged moment, letting her adjust to me. And as I stared right in her eyes, I pushed all nine inches into her. She opened her mouth, her eyes widening, a soft crying leaving her. I started pumping into her, and the soft sounds that left her had me groaning and clenching my jaw to not come too soon. As it was, I wanted to fill her up.
When I bottomed out inside her, I stilled. Could she feel, see my heart beating a rapid rhythm at the base of my throat? As it was, my heart felt like it would burst through my damn chest.
“Jesus, Harlow.” I stared down at her, wondering how the fuck I’d gotten so lucky. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, so hot.” I rested my upper body on top of hers, and I felt and heard her sigh when my hardness met her softness. “You’re so perfect.” Moving my hips back and forth, I stroked her from the inside. Her eyes closed and her back arched, her breasts brushing against my chest, her hard little nipples moving along my bare skin. Picking up speed, I fucked her hard… made love to her.
I couldn’t stop myself from whispering dirty words, filthy things that had my arousal growing hotter, things that had her pussy clenching around my cock as I plunged in and out of her. There was no doubt that I was rough and raw around the edges, that I said exactly what I meant, that I was a fighter. I didn’t have money, didn’t have a lot of nice things, but what I could give Harlow was my heart.
I wanted a life with her, wanted forever with her. And the way she looked at me told me maybe she wanted that too.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” I thrust into her, claiming every part of her the way she was claiming me. “Yeah, baby.” I reached between us and ran my finger over her clit. She came again, her pussy clenching around my cock. I felt her become even wetter from her pleasure.
I pumped inside her for the third time and found my own orgasm, my body working on automatic, my hips being thrown back and forth against her. I made her take all of my dick, felt the tip of my shaft meet the deep inside of her tight cunt. I wanted this to last, but there was no fucking way I could. There was no way I could hold off on giving myself over to this girl who’d stolen my heart.
And I filled her up, made her take every last drop of my cum, marked her from the inside out. And when I’d drained my balls deep inside her, when my body sagged and I came back to earth, all I wanted to do was be with her all over again.
For several long seconds, I did nothing but breathe heavily against her chest. When I realized my weight was probably crushing her, I rolled off her and onto my back. I turned onto my side and immediately found myself putting my hand between Harlow’s thighs and cupping her pussy. I felt my cum start to slip out of her and pushed it back in. It was a total asshole move maybe, proprietary, but I couldn’t help myself. It felt like the right thing to do in that moment.
I gave her pussy one final stroke, loving the little mewl that came from her, and pulled my hand out from between her thighs to cover us with the blanket. My bed was so fucking small for the two of us, but it was also perfect because of that. It was intimate and made us stay closer than two people ever had been, not just physically, but emotionally too.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and kept her close.
“I’m going to keep you, Harlow. I’m going to keep you as mine.” I murmured those words against the nape of her neck and heard her sigh in contentment. “I can’t let you go.”
“Good, because I don’t want you to.”
I pulled her tighter against me.
I’d never felt like I belonged with—belonged to—someone before. But with Harlow, I felt that so deeply, so profoundly, that there was no doubt in my mind that soulmates existed.
Epilogue
Harlow
One year later
“Dammit.”
I lifted my head from the book I’d been reading and glanced at Aiden. I was sitting at the kitchen table in our tiny one-bedroom apartment we rented. He had papers strew across the tabletop, a couple books open in front of him, and he ran one of his hands over the back of his head. He looked so stressed.
I set my book down and stood, walking over to him. He immediately pushed the books and papers away and pulled me onto his lap. He leaned his big body next to mine, and I sunk against him, loving the way he felt, the way he smelled.
“Homework stressing you out?”
He exhaled and nuzzled his nose against the side of my throat. “I’m not smart enough for this, baby.”
I placed my hand on the back of his head and smoothed my fingers along the dark, soft strands. “Don’t say that,” I whispered and took his face in my hands, feeling the scruff lining his cheeks and jaw. “This stuff is hard for everyone. You’re the smartest guy I know, Aiden.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. “I may not believe that, but you sure know how to make me feel better. Always.”
He held me, and we just listened to the soft sound of the radio playing from the kitchen, as he’d been listening to it while we cleaned dishes after dinner.
A year later and here we were. We’d graduated, and I’d been prouder of Aiden graduating than I had been of myself. I knew he’d worked so hard, knew he’d not only done it for himself, but for his mom as well. And seeing her at the ceremony had almost brought tears to his eyes. He might never admit that, but I’d see his expression, seen the way his eyes became watery before he composed himself.
I could have said things went fast between us, our relationship going from zero to sixty in a blink of an eye. And it would be the truth. But never had I felt anything as real as when I was with Aiden. And I knew he felt the same way.
He’d just wanted his mom to see him graduate and make something of himself, and he’d made that a reality.
Both of us were attending the local college in town, with me going full-time and Aiden going part-time. He worked at Mickey’s still, and when I wasn’t in class, I picked up some nightshift hours at the local bar and grille in town, much to Aiden’s disapproval. But I had to contribute to our bills and couldn’t hope that the money my parents had been saving for me all these years, and what Aiden brought home, was enough. I didn’t want us to have to scrape by all the time.
And even if there were times money was tight, seeing as we were two working college students, we made things work. We were a pretty damn good team.
“Is your mom coming over this weekend for dinner?”
He started kissing my neck, and I giggled as his scruff tickled my skin. “Yeah. She said she’d make lasagna.”
“Mmm,” I hummed. “She makes the best.”
“She really does; not to mention, she makes enough for a football team instead of just the three of us.”
I chuckled and nodded. It was true, but we didn’t complain, because it fed us for the rest of the week.
Before I knew what Aiden was doing, he was standing, lifted me easily in his arms, and strode to the couch. He sat down, and I straddled his
body. He curled his hands around my waist, lifting his hips at the same time he pulled me down farther on him. I gasped as I felt the hard outline of his erection.
“I love you,” he said and stroked his hand down my back. “You’re it for me, Harlow.”
I pulled back and looked at him. Cupping his stubble-covered cheeks in my hands, I leaned down and kissed him. “I love you too,” I whispered.
I deepened the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my chest flush with his now. I knew where this was leading. Before things could get too heated, Aiden was off the couch and helping me to stand.
“What are you doing?” I was a little confused, because the feel of his arousal and the sight of it all but tearing through his jeans told me he wanted this just as badly.
“I need you in a bed, baby.”
Hearing him say that had my pulse jumping. He took my hand and started leading us toward the hallway to where our bedroom was. But before we got there, Aiden stopped and cupped the sides of my neck, leaning down to kiss me. My back was pressed to the wall, my breathing frantic.
The kiss was almost frenzied in nature, but then, as if he realized it was spiraling out of control, he slowed. I wanted to demand he continue, to be rough; he was looking at me with this primal need in his eyes.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, and he didn’t make me wait. He had his mouth slammed back on mine, his tongue moving against my own. My panties were wet, and my clit throbbed in time with my pulse.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down my throat, and all I could do was rest my head back on the wall and close my eyes as sensations moved through me. Aiden started sucking at the base of my throat, and I didn’t stop the erotic moan that left me.
