by Jaci Burton
He gently deposited her on the mattress. She heard him moving around the room, opening drawers. The sudden flicker of a match illuminated his face. He glanced over and smiled at her, then lit several candles, bathing the room in a golden glow.
His bedroom. And a magnificent one. She sat upon a tall four-poster bed of mahogany, intricate patterns carved into the ornate headboard. A thick down comforter in shades of brown and gold covered the bed.
The most incredible thing in the bedroom was the man who stood at the footboard watching her, his gaze like a hypnotist intent on mesmerizing his subject.
Too late. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. How could it seem as if she'd waited an eternity for this moment, when they'd only known each other a week?
Was she so desperate for sex that she'd become obsessed with having Aidan? Or was there more between them--a deeper connection that she was too afraid to face?
No. It wasn't that. Her desire for Aidan was physical, and that was all.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he said, his voice deepening with every word.
She'd never tell him what had just sailed through her mind. "I'm thinking how happy I am to be in your bed, to be getting ready to do what I've been wanting to do since I met you."
The brilliance of his smile flashed in the low lit room. "And what might that be, cher?"
"You. Me. Naked. Fucking." She almost said making love again, but she'd let that phrase slip out earlier and was afraid he'd read too much in to it. She didn't want to do or say anything to spoil the moment.
His husky chuckle sent spirals of need swirling through her. He approached the side of the bed and she rose up on her knees so they could face each other.
"I've been dying to get your hair down. You've been teasing me with it all week." He laced his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. Tingling excitement rolled down her spine.
"I love your hands on me, Aidan."
"And my mouth too, I think."
Remembering the feel of his mouth on her pussy had desire tightening its hold on her again. She reached for him and tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. Funny, it hadn't occurred to her before that she'd been intimately exposed to him in the living room, while he'd remained fully clothed.
That had to stop now. She slid her fingers underneath his shirt. Soft down over his lower belly greeted her questing hands. Further up, the hairs were thicker, crisper. She searched for his nipples and found them, flicking her thumbs over the nubs. They stood erect instantly and he sucked in a breath.
"I like when you touch me, Lissa."
She pulled his shirt off and wound her arms around him. This wasn't happening fast enough. She wanted them both naked and tangled together. Right now.
Then again, she could take days to study the planes and angles of his body. Both hard and smooth, his lean muscles rippled under her touch. When she moved to the button on his jeans he pulled her hand away.
"Not yet."
She gazed up at him. Why would he stop her now?
He smiled. "I want your chest naked, too. I want to see your beautiful breasts."
Her nipples tightened, anticipating his touch. Aidan pulled the shirt over her head and cast it to the side, staring at her breasts the same way he had studied her pussy.
He reached out and circled her breasts with his index fingers, his lips curling into a wicked smile. She sighed in pure delight when his thumbs grazed over the nipples, and they tightened into hard peaks. When he tugged and rolled them between his thumb and index finger, sparks of pleasure shot between her legs. She arched against him, begging for more.
With a wicked smile, he bent forward and captured a nipple between his lips. Melissa jerked against him and moaned as he sucked the bud, nibbling lightly with his teeth. Sweet pangs of pleasure shot from her breasts to between her legs, and she reached down to massage the ache.
Aidan pulled her hand away. "You've touched it enough. Your pussy is mine tonight."
Her panting echoed in her ears. Between the rain outside and the rumbling thunder, she couldn't tell who made the most noise--the storm or her. Anxiety and the need for release pent up inside her. She needed a pouring rain of orgasms to release the tension.
"You will, cher. Very soon, you will."
If her mind hadn't been so muddled with passion, she might have stopped and asked him how he could respond to her when she hadn't spoken the words aloud. But right now there was only Aidan--his touch, the way he squeezed her breasts gently to fit more in his mouth, the way his lips tugged the sensitive nubs until she wanted to scream, the way her juices flowed, calling to him, desperate to have him inside her.
Then he pulled her toward him until her glistening breasts mingled with the hairs on his chest. The crisp curls tormented her nipples further until she couldn't help but brush them against him.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "I like that."
His hands splayed across her back and lower, cupping her buttocks and drawing her ever nearer. When her pussy brushed against the rock-hard shaft in his jeans, she threw her head back and nearly wept from the frustration.
"You want it, Lissa?"
It took effort to find the breath to answer. "You know I do, dammit. Give it to me, Aidan."
His low chuckle flamed her senses. "Oh I'll be giving it to you, cher. I'll give plenty to you. But I'm enjoying this side of you. This hot, passionate, give-it-to-me-now Melissa that I haven't seen before."
She would not beg. She simply wouldn't. "Aidan, please."
Maybe she would.
With a triumphant smile he stepped back. She sat on her heels and watched as he popped the button of his jeans, revealing a dark line of hair that she wanted to trail with her tongue. There was nothing sexier than a bare-chested man with open jeans.
And he wore no underwear. She trembled, her anticipation high, her resolve to wait patiently nearly killing her.
He drew the zipper down and pushed his jeans to the floor, giving her a view of his magnificent body.
She'd never seen him completely naked before, and she wasn't disappointed. Broad shoulders and a sculpted chest led her to believe he spent a lot of time doing physical activity, unusual for a businessman His waist and hips were lean and his thighs were well muscled. Not like a bodybuilder, more athletic. The man simply had a gorgeous physique.
And a huge cock. She'd never had one that big and wondered again if it would fit inside her, whether it would hurt. Then again she wanted it so bad, craved him so much, she already instinctively knew she could take him all in.
Her next shuddering breath caught in her throat when he took his long shaft into his hands and stroked it from tip to balls and back again. His gaze never left hers as he touched himself, drawing the engorged head of his penis between his fingers and squeezing until a few drops of silken liquid beaded on the tip.
Ignoring his earlier command she reached down and lifted her skirt, sliding her fingers between the swollen folds of her pussy. When she sank her fingers inside and moaned, the thunder outside grew more ominous, louder, crashing against the walls of the house like an earthquake. The ferocity of the elements only made her passions rise higher.
Aidan's gaze focused between her legs as he watched her fuck herself. He stroked his shaft in time to her plunging fingers. If he didn't hurry she was going to make herself come.
"Do it," he whispered, squeezing his cock. "Make yourself come for me. I want to watch."
She didn't want to come now, and yet she did. The pulsating agony inside was too much to bear and she needed release right now. But she so wanted him inside her when it happened.
He laughed, the sound rich and velvety in the darkness. "I'll make you come again, Lissa. Again and again and again. I warned you I wasn't going to be gentle with you tonight. Now do it."
The sight of his penis sliding roughly and quickly between his fingers sent her over the edge. She lifted her hips and thrust her fingers faster inside her dampened folds.
"Fuck, that's hot, baby. Do it for me."
She let out a long, shuddering gasp as she climaxed, the contractions deep inside her holding her fingers in place. She held still and rode it out, watching Aidan stroke more quickly. When the quakes subsided, she pulled out her fingers and focused on him, waiting for him to jettison his come all over her.
But he didn't. Releasing the hold on his cock he strode to the side of the bed, grabbed her hand and sucked her come-moistened fingers into his mouth, licking her juices.
"Oh, God," she whispered, ready yet again for another round. She'd never been like this, never needed release over and over until she'd begged for it.
And still, he hadn't even fucked her.
Aidan yanked her skirt down and dragged it off, then climbed up on the bed, pulling her to a kneeling position.
They faced each other, and he worshiped her with his eyes. They flamed as they took her in and swept back up to her face. He leaned in and ground his lips against hers. She met his mouth with a wildness of her own, eager for this magical coupling to begin.
But then he surprised her by gentling the kiss, lightly nibbling and licking her lips and tongue.
His kiss was so achingly tender it brought tears to her eyes. She fought them back, refusing to give in to the emotion. Focusing on the sensations of his mouth against hers, she vowed to simply feel the pleasure of Aidan's touch.
She slid her hand across his taut stomach, the muscles jumping against her palm when it crept lower, seeing and finding the thatch of hair above his penis. She swore she could feel his erection vibrating.
Then again, the very air shimmered around her in a way she would normally consider eerie and unsettling. Yet with Aidan, the uncanny was swept away in the pure delight of being close to him.
Her fingers hovered near his penis and she waited, wanting to give him a little of what she'd just experienced--the utter frustration of wanting something and not getting it.
But Aidan was more forceful. He grasped her wrist and pulled her hand down, twining his fingers with hers. Then he placed both their hands over his rigid cock. "Touch me," he whispered, his warm, wine-scented breath caressing her cheek.
His shaft was on fire, a blistering heat searing her hand and coursing through her veins. She trembled deep within her core as Aidan's body wove a magical spell over her.
Slowly, she stroked him, her fingers memorizing every vein, every ridge, every silken inch of his cock. His guttural groans made her fly with a desire she'd never felt before.
Aidan pressed her back onto the bed and loomed over her. His facial features tightened as if he struggled for control. A wild storm brewed just under the surface of the carefully held tension.
Melissa reached up and cupped his cheek, feeling the sheen of perspiration moistening his face.
Wait. It wasn't perspiration. A light mist fell in his bedroom, wetting everything with tiny drops of cooling liquid.
And for some reason it didn't shock her in the least.
"You have magic inside you," she said, not sure how she knew it, only that she'd finally realized that something about Aidan went beyond an ordinary man.
He stilled over her, then smiled, "I'm about to slip some magic inside you."
"I hope so." Her curiosity about the uncanny moisture pouring down momentarily forgotten, she reached for him, pulling him on top of her. She needed to feel his weight, his strength, fully against her. He flicked his tongue over her lips, then coaxed her mouth open and slid his tongue deep inside, heating her blood.
"I want to be inside you," Aidan murmured against her lips. "Now."
"Yes." She opened her legs and he shifted, the head of his penis probing against the moist folds of her pussy.
"Look at me, Lissa. I want to see your eyes when I drive my cock inside you."
He took another taste of her lips and leaned back. She grasped his biceps, his muscles bunched with effort. His eyes met hers and lightning scorched the room as he slid partially inside her.
"God," he rasped. "Just like I knew you'd be. Hot, slippery wet. Your pussy's pulling me in, cher, do you feel it?"
The crack of thunder shook the bed and rain began to fall over them as he thrust once and embedded himself deeply within her.
"Yes, Aidan, I feel it." She found it difficult to breathe, unable to concentrate on anything except him filling her completely. She'd assumed correctly--she could take him all in. And it was glorious.
Never had she been filled like this, never had a man's cock touched her womb with such depth, such fire. She was suddenly thankful for the inexplicable rain that moistened her face and body, cooling the flames that scorched her.
He moved, pulling back and thrusting slowly, his breath catching and releasing in panting moans, the same as hers.
"Your pussy was made for my cock. Feel how you tighten around me?"
"Yes." She pulled his head down, needing his mouth. His tongue entered her, teasing her with the dual sensations of plunging heat.
She felt the buildup already, shocked that she could possibly come again after she'd been over the edge three times already.
Then again, this was Aidan, and she'd discovered anything was possible with him.
Aidan couldn't quite believe all this was real--the sensations, the power of the storm, the sheer pleasure of finally being inside Lissa. She was heaven and hell in one package, so sweet and giving, so open and honest in her sexuality, and yet she tortured him like the devil himself.
Always having thought he was the one with the magic, he now knew he was wrong. As he pulled back and thrust inside her repeatedly, her tight core pulsed around him. She wove a spell of desire through his senses that he'd never experienced before.
She was his magic.
Her hips rose and pulled him in deeper. No woman had been able to take him in completely before. But Lissa could. She was so tight, so wet, and she fit him as if she'd been made only for him.
Lightning arced within the room again. Aidan couldn't stop the elements from invading, and no longer cared. Melissa hadn't appeared shocked at the fact it was now raining in the bedroom, a fact which pleased him greatly.
She accepted his magic. Maybe not consciously, because he sensed her complete immersion in their lovemaking. But still, she had separated that reality from the depth of their bonding.
What would happen later would happen. For now, she was his, he was buried inside her where he'd longed to be and nothing else mattered.
He glanced down at her and his chest tightened, unfamiliar emotions surfacing. She looked like an angel, her blonde hair fanning out over the dusky pillow, her creamy body illuminated by the lightning searing the room. Her face was flushed and damp from the falling mist, her lips swollen from his kisses, her nipples erect.
Aidan leaned down and captured the rigid peak of one nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply until she wound her hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, rewarded with her whimpers of pleasure.
She tasted sweet all over, from her scented skin to her honeyed pussy. He'd want to taste her again before long. She'd come so quickly he couldn't get enough of her juices.
But now, he fucked her. And he loved fucking her.
She was his. Tonight, all night, she was his.
And he couldn't get close enough, couldn't seem to pull her deeply enough against him to satisfy his hunger for her.
His cock trembled, threatening to spill. But he willed the sensations to subside. No way was this going to be over too quickly. Even though the logical part of him knew there'd be more, this one time, this first time, had to last.
But Melissa was making it difficult. Already her pussy contracted against his cock, squeezing him. She lifted her hips and he inched more deeply inside her. His balls pulled up tight against his body, and he knew it wouldn't be long.
"Aidan. God, I can't..."
Melissa's words trailed off and she squeezed her eyes closed. He kissed her lips, drawing her s
ighing moans into his mouth. He moved faster, stroking her with more depth.
"Yes, like that, oh, yes," she cried, her legs clenched tight around his waist, her hips bucking against him.
He reached underneath and gathered her close, his hands closing over her ass and fitting her even tighter against him. She moaned long and low as his pubic bone brushed her clit.
"C'mon cher," he whispered, nearly incapable of speech. "Come on my cock."
She screamed and climaxed, the contractions clamping over his shaft and squeezing. He gave up the struggle to maintain control and let the storm rumbling inside him free.
The elements opened up around them and rain pummeled them, lightning shot against the walls like a laser beam out of control, and thunder lifted the bed off the ground. Melissa's screams mingled with the crescendo of the storm and his groans of release. His orgasm was relentless, pouring his essence inside her, mingling with her juices until they were drenched in their fluids. He'd never felt so complete, so satisfied, in his life.
Moments later he collapsed on top of her, completely drained. She lay still, her eyes closed. Aidan struggled to regain the control he'd lost. He closed his eyes and reversed the storm until the room dried and all was in its place.
He withdrew and pulled Melissa against him. She sighed contentedly and rested her head on his shoulder. The ache of tenderness he felt when he wrapped his arms around her scared the shit out of him.
She opened her eyes briefly, smiling up at him with a half curve of her lips. She looked supremely satisfied. Then she drifted to sleep in an instant.
Aidan pondered the ceiling where moments ago bolts of lightning had shot around them.
He'd never lost it so completely before, never let the storm take over. But this time he had.
And it was because of Melissa. Somehow and in so many ways, she'd gotten to him. Not just physically, but emotionally.
The word destiny appeared like a neon sign before his eyes, but he forced it away.
She wasn't his destiny. She was fun, beautiful, and a tigress in the bedroom, but that was all she'd be to him. He wasn't ready for any so called destiny, wasn't ready to settle down and certainly wouldn't do it with Melissa Cross.
No matter how he felt about her.
And how the hell did he feel about her?
Dammit. He was over thinking everything again. Clearly Melissa only wanted sex from him, which was the same thing he wanted. She'd never told him she was emotionally involved with him, not like some women did. All she'd said tonight was that she wanted him.
