by K E Osborn
Gently, he lowers me onto the duvet, letting our lips part for the briefest of moments as he climbs on top of me. His excruciatingly gorgeous muscles are bearing down on me with such a need that I can’t help but moan. My fingers dig into his back as he moves in kissing me so hungrily it takes my breath away. His hips push into mine, making me painfully aware of his rock-hard cock pressing into me. The ache between my legs is so powerful now that it’s becoming distracting. All I know is I’m wet and ready for him.
I want him.
His lips leave mine and make their way down my neck. Slowly and deliberately, he places kisses one by one, letting me catch my breath. My heart hammers in my chest as I try to slow my frantic breathing. My hands move along his back so I can feel every tight muscle.
“I thought you said just sleep,” I somehow murmur through my ragged breathing.
Aiden stops and moves his gaze to meet mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I panic for a moment and pull his face to mine, kissing him with the same need he’s shown me to reassure him that I absolutely do not want him to stop.
I feel his smile as we kiss. He moves his arm underneath me and spins us over so I’m lying on top of him.
“Dress,” I murmur through the endless melding of our lips.
“It would look even better on the floor,” he quips. His hands move down my sides as he starts to ruffle the dress up over my hips to just under my breasts. I sit up, taking my lips from his for only a moment so he can pull the dress over my head. He moans at the sight, throwing the expensive dress on the floor. Our lips lock again, and I position myself straddling his hips, holding him down. I’m the one in control. Aiden moves his hand up my thigh teasingly, the other one in my hair. He pulls out the decorative comb and tosses it to the floor, then moves his arm around my back and gently pulls me under him, reversing our positions once again.
Slowly, tantalizingly slow, he pulls my legs up so they’re wrapped around his waist. He kisses me again powerfully, our tongues going rogue and finding each other. His hips start to move as do mine in motion with his.
“Pants,” I murmur, moving my hands down to unbuckle his belt.
My legs unravel as he raises his hips off mine, making the task easier to accomplish while I slowly release his zipper.
He stands, pushing his pants down his hips, past his knees, and eventually off at the ankles, leaving him dressed in only dark blue briefs. He’s incredibly sexy. Aiden’s hand skims across the waistband of my panties, and I’m practically panting with want. His fingers move slowly between my legs gently rubbing, his lips still kissing me. My need is becoming unbearable. I arch my back at his touch. Slowly, he eases his hand down the front of my panties and pulls them down my body.
I gasp, gripping tightly on the bedsheets.
His index finger finds its way and rotates on my clit, slowly rubbing, gradually picking up speed. My breathing quickens as I moan with pleasure. He kisses me softly, moving his two fingers and easing them inside me.
“Mmm…” I murmur.
He pushes in and out, rotating his thumb on my clit at the same time. As he picks up speed, his breathing hitches. “You’re so ready for me.” He nuzzles into my neck, kissing me as his pace quickens.
Basking in a vast heat, my body starts to react to the motion, in and out, in and out. Muffling my moans, he kisses me.
“Let go, baby,” he instructs as I feel the height of pleasure inside me.
My body starts to quiver, my breathing erratic. “Oh, Aiden,” I whimper as he lingers over me. I grab his back with my hands, pulling him closer. We kiss feverishly as I orgasm, falling apart beneath him. He kisses my neck as I slowly regain composure.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on?
I need to have more. Now!
Aiden looks at me curiously as I sit up on the bed.
“Are you okay?” he asks, softly kissing my hand.
“I’m amazing, thanks to you,” I tell him honestly after having my first male-induced orgasm in years. I take out the lip gloss, unclip my bra, and throw both of them to the floor, allowing myself to be completely naked in front of him for the first time. I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed of my body because the way Aiden’s looking at me makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in his world.
He gasps, looking me up and down, the moonlight cascading in through the window in silver streaks.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenifer Taylor,” he gushes, stroking my arm ever so lightly as I lay back on the bed. He stands and slides off his briefs, freeing his large, rock-hard cock. Aiden’s so fucking perfect, it makes my heart skip a beat, and I can’t help but stare in awe at his length.
He makes his way over the top of me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, staring into my eyes.
“Absolutely.” There’s no hesitation in my voice. No concern. I’ve wanted Aiden since the moment I saw him, I just didn’t know it straight away.
He kisses me tenderly, softer and less vigorously than before. I feel his moist tip pushing against my pussy. I’m breathing quickly as he eases himself in, stretching me slowly. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip with pleasure. The feeling is strong, all-encompassing, and overwhelmingly fulfilling as he eases in all the way. My hips start to move, the motion synchronized with his. I moan as he slowly picks up the pace, easing me into it, so he doesn’t hurt me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs into my neck.
My heart thuds, I haven’t done this for so long, and to be doing it now with Aiden overwhelms me. The need I have for him is so strong. I wrap my legs around his ass, pulling him even closer to me, so he sinks all the way in, filling me completely. I moan loudly with the pleasure giving him the green light to go for it. He thrusts into me hard, harshly, endlessly. I feel his weight on top of me, surrounding me. His hands take mine, interlacing our fingers and placing them above my head. That little gesture shows me how close we already are, and I love how quickly this is all happening. He kisses me forcefully as he moves inside me.
The sting of pleasure hangs on a precipice as he relentlessly thrusts. The heat within me starts to rise again, and I can’t wait for my release. I arch my back, he starts to moan, and our foreheads meet. Those bright blue, lustful eyes stare right into me. His face tightens with pleasure as he thrusts again. He’s filling me completely and hitting all the right spots. My body quivers, and it feels like all my nerve endings are firing at once. My whole body tightens and then releases like an explosion sending me over the edge into an orgasm, bigger and more powerful than the previous one.
“Aiden,” I scream. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It feels so good, so right, so obviously us. I inadvertently clench my core muscles, causing him to tighten his grip on my hands. He thrusts one last time deeply, pausing, to empty inside of me.
“Fuck,” he murmurs on release.
I’m utterly sated and completely exhausted as he relaxes his weight on top of me. Our foreheads meet, and as our breathing slows, he gently kisses me. Our bodies relax and mold together.
As he lies here, still on top of me, surrounding me, I feel safe and protected, like I’m home. My heart rate slows as sweat beads atop his forehead. He wipes his brow with his arm and rests his forehead back on mine.
“You are amazing,” he whispers.
We gaze into each other’s eyes as I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m amazing? What does that make you, then?” I whisper back through staggered breaths.
He looks at me. “Outstanding?” he asks with a cheeky grin.
“Cocky much,” I tease making him chuckle.
As my heart rate slows, I kiss his soft lips, wincing as he pulls out of me and rolls over on the bed.
We both lay there trying to catch our breath. He moves his hand to hold mine as my eyes softly close. I’m so relaxed lying here next to him, that eventually, we both fall asleep, exhausted, but one hundred percent satisfied.
> I wake to find I’m under the covers. Aiden’s holding me tightly from behind, his nose snuggled into my hair. My pussy aches but in that completely satisfying way. I’ve never felt like this, the sweet sensation taking my memory back to last night—his touch, his kiss—everything was perfect. I still feel the sensation of him inside me, and I want more. I turn to face Aiden, waking him. He looks so gorgeous with his hair disheveled, lying next to me, deliciously naked.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I lie.
He rubs his face and blinks a few times. “Morning, beautiful.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me gently. I grab hold of his biceps, those bulging, strong arms as I feel the throb in my clit becoming more noticeable. My need for him builds stronger and stronger until I can’t handle it anymore, so I shift my hand down to his large cock. It’s already semi-erect as I take him in my hand and slowly start to run my hand up and down his silky length.
He stops kissing me and raises his eyebrows. “You want more, Miss Taylor?”
“You have no idea,” I plead as I bring my lips back to his.
We’re panting, but I feel relaxed and completely sated like my body is as light as a feather, and I’m floating down from the heavens above. Aiden withdraws from me, and then he rolls onto his back, and I move onto my side facing him, moving my head to his chest. We lay here panting, in silence. His arm wraps around me as he begins to play with my hair. His lips kiss my forehead, and he finally speaks once we’re both able to function and are breathing normally again.
“I should’ve crashed into you sooner,” he jokes, making me laugh.
I prop myself up on my arm, but he grabs the back of my head, so my lips meet his. Still locked in a tender kiss, I quickly gaze at the alarm clock on his bedside table and pull back.
“Shit! It’s three o’clock,” I blurt out and move to get up.
Aiden pulls me back to him. “You have somewhere you need to be?” he asks curiously.
I shake my head. “No. It’s just the day’s almost over.”
“So?” He laughs.
I relax back into his arms. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” There’s no need to be anywhere but here right now.
“Shower?” he asks.
“Sure, why the hell not?”
He kisses my forehead, then stands, taking my hand and leading me into the ensuite. The shower is large, big enough for two people. He opens the door, turns it on, and the steam rolls out filling the room and fogging the mirrors. He checks the temperature of the water and steps in taking me with him.
The water is deliciously hot as it cascades over my aching body. He holds me close. I move my head under the running water and let it wash over my face, so I can remove any leftover makeup. He never let’s go or shifts his eyes from mine. At this moment, I’m here, naked, in a shower with the hottest man on earth. He holds me in a tight embrace letting the liquid flow over us.
“Can I ask you a question?” He seems a little hesitant and tense.
“Of course, you can,” I reply, wondering what’s got him this way.
Aiden looks nervous but asks the question anyway. “Are you on the pill?” A serious look crosses his face.
A little giggle leaves me, but I love that he’s thought about this. “Yes, I am. No need to worry.”
His face relaxes. “Thank God! I’ve never done that before. Having sex without a condom, I mean,” he murmurs as he starts to kiss my skin.
“I feel safe with you. It’s probably a little reckless. Well, no, it was completely reckless on both of us, but I didn’t even think about protection. All I wanted was you,” I tell him honestly, only now thinking about the repercussions of unprotected sex.
His hands move from my waist to my ass, and he grips it roughly, pulling me forward. I love the way he firmly takes hold of me. My arms find their usual spot around his neck as my lips meet his. The feeling of hot water on my body is a sensory overload. We hold each other tightly and let the water cascade over us for as long as it takes while simply enjoy being close together.
“Jeni,” Aiden murmurs.
“Yes?”
“You’re perfect.”
I look down, slightly embarrassed by what he’s said, but he quickly raises his hand to move my chin up so I’m looking at him.
“You are! You’re absolutely perfect.”
I half-smile and lean in to kiss him softly. “And you just may be my exception.”
“Your exception?” he asks with a questioning intonation to his voice.
My exception to the rule that all men are the same and can’t be trusted!
“Never mind,” I reply, shaking my head.
He tilts his head and sighs. “You. Are. Intoxicating,” he murmurs.
I smile as he lets me go. Looking completely content, he stares at me for the longest time then leans in kissing me softly, our lips together once again. Even though my lips are puffy from the copious amounts of lip-locking we’ve been doing, I would kiss him every second of the day if I could.
We spend a little time washing each other and then seeing as we’re both becoming wrinkled from the water, we decide it’s time to get out. Aiden turns off the shower as I open the door and step out onto the bathmat. He follows behind and grabs a few fluffy white towels from the cupboard, and I dry myself down.
Aiden wraps his towel around his waist, leaving his gorgeous chest and stomach dripping and bare for my viewing pleasure, and my breath catches at the sheer ruggedness of his god-like body. He notices me staring at him and raises his eyebrows insinuatingly, then grabs my hand, and we make our way to the bedroom.
“Do you need something to wear?” he asks, walking into his closet.
“No, it’s fine. I have my clothes from yesterday.” While getting dressed, Aden walks out of the closet dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark polo shirt.
“What’s for breakfast?” I ask. It’s crazy how effortless this feels.
“Actually, I think it’s almost dinner time,” he replies with a boyish grin.
I check the clock—it’s showing almost four. My mouth drops open, and a slight laugh escapes me.
“What’s for dinner, then?” I ask as we head out to his kitchen. He opens the fridge, looks around, then closes it again. “Want to go out for dinner?”
I nod and smile. “Sure.” So, I grab my bag, and we head to the parking garage, but Mike’s nowhere to be found. “Where’s Mike?”
“He has the day off every Sunday and second Monday.”
I look at him as an earlier mental question is answered. “Ah… so that’s why you were driving last Monday. I did wonder why you were driving and not Mike when we had the accident.”
“Yes, I’m glad I was. Otherwise, we may have never met.”
My brain doesn’t like the thought of not meeting Aiden. How much my life has changed in such a short amount of time, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier to have been in a wreck with this handsome man. He leads me to his Aston Martin and opens the door for me to get in, which I do somewhat gracefully, unlike my normal clumsy self.
He walks around and climbs into the driver’s seat. “Anywhere you want to go in particular?” he asks.
“How about you drive us to my place, and we can figure something out? My best friend, Sarah, really wants to meet you,” I tell him, leaving out the part about me wanting to show him off to her.
“Oh, really? And what exactly does she know about me?” he asks, driving off.
“Not much. Just that you’re okay looking,” I joke.
“Oh, I see, just okay?” He smiles, and I nod emphatically.
“Yeah, you’re almost unbearable to look at,” I tease, making him laugh.
“No more sex for Jeni. I get it. No problem, that’s fine.”
I put my hand on his and laugh. “There’s no fooling you. You’re perfect, faultless, and gorgeous,” I correct myself, making him laugh again.
“That’s better! Maybe I’ll let you have extraordinary orgasms again
then.”
I scoff and raise an eyebrow. “I think we’ve both had extraordinary orgasms… multiple times, sir!”
He gives me his customary wink, then looks back to the road. I direct him to my house, which, as it turns out, is only a few minutes away. We pull up in the driveway, and I see Chris’ car parked on the side of the road.
“Sarah’s boyfriend is here. You’ll get to meet him, too,” I mention nonchalantly.
“Great,” Aiden answers.
He walks around to open my door as I search for the keys in my bag. I’m a little nervous, hoping Sarah will approve. I’m also hoping Aiden gets along with Chris, and that he doesn’t think my house is hideous compared to his classy apartment.
We walk to the front door as loud music blares from what I presume is the television. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m about to walk into as I put the keys in the lock and open the door.
Clothes are scattered down the hallway haphazardly, but luckily, Sarah’s door is closed, so we won’t witness any of the action. “Sorry.” I look up at Aiden apologetically.
“What for?” he asks loudly over the raucous music.
“This is pretty normal Sarah-and-Chris behavior. They’re in there.” I point to her room and take Aiden’s hand continuing down the hall, leading him to the living area. I walk over to the television and turn it down as I apologize again for what he’s about to hear. “I’m so sorry.”
He furrows his brows and shakes his head in confusion.
“Fuck… Sarah!” We hear immediately.
Aiden’s eyes widen, and then he smirks. “Oh…” He laughs as I shrug.
“Yeah,” I groan, leading him into the kitchen. “Do you feel like anything in particular?” I ask while rummaging through the pantry.
“Dessert.” He smiles.
I roll my eyes. “Behave, Mr. O’Connell,” I tell him as the lustful sounds from Sarah’s bedroom become louder and louder.
“Oh, Chris,” Sarah moans.
I shake my head and continue searching through the pantry when Aiden’s arms snake around my waist and his lips find my neck. I laugh, trying not to get too distracted as his hands move from my waist to my breasts. He massages them while still kissing my neck. It’s really hard to focus with the sexual sounds coming from down the hall and Aiden’s hands groping me, but somehow, I manage to continue my search of the pantry as he fails to seduce me.