Enlighten (Thornhill Trilogy Book 2)

by J. J. Sorel

  When he stopped, I remained stuck to the soft cushion. I couldn’t move. My mouth opened, but no words followed. Only a heavy breath.

  He placed his guitar on the ground. “Now it’s your turn, Clarissa.” He pointed to my buttons.

  I laughed. That was my best attempt to cut through the thick air between us. Redolent of hormones and sexual chemistry, the atmosphere stole my breath.

  I undid one button at a time until my black-silk camisole was revealed. Aching from his hungry gaze, my nipples peaked against the thin fabric. There were only a few buttons holding my dress at the waist.

  “Undo it all. Please let me look at you, Clarissa.” Aidan shifted his position to make room for his bulge.

  Phew.

  “Only if you take your shirt off,” I said, with a teasing grin.

  Aidan unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. My lips parted, and a hot breath left me. I wanted those strong, curvy arms around me and to run my fingers and lips over his rippling, hard chest.

  “Now the pants,” I said.

  Without flinching, his eyes burning into mine, Aidan removed his shoes and socks. At the sound of his zipper, I gulped. My face was on fire. He let his pants fall.

  He stood up. His hands were on his boxers, and all the while his eyes had not left mine. I’m sure I looked a sight with my mouth wide opened.

  “The dress, Clarissa. Take it off.” His voice was thick with arousal.

  I removed the dress and was left in my silk camisole, garters, lace stockings and high heels.

  “Open your legs just a little for me.” Aidan dropped his boxers, and there he stood, gloriously naked.

  As he came to me, my eyes grew heavy with lust, his very large manhood, veins extended, blue and throbbing, hitting his navel. My mouth watered. I wanted to devour him.

  He sat by my side, and his hands ran up my legs slowly. “I love this look. So, so sexy,” he rasped. His fingers crept up to my breasts, and he squeezed them gently against the silk. “As much as I love this piece of lingerie, I’m going to rip it off if you don’t remove it.”

  “Rip it,” I said softly, my heart in my mouth.

  He did just that. His impatient fingers kneaded my breasts before unclasping my bra and liberating my heavy flesh. He groaned. His heavy gaze sizzled into me. He lowered his body to his knees and devoured my nipples with his moist lips. The sensation travelled down my thighs, which Aidan had parted as his fingers crept under my panties.

  “God, Clarissa, I have to be inside you. I can’t wait.”

  I went to undo my garter. His hands stopped me. “No, keep the stockings on. Let’s just get rid of these.” Before I could speak, he’d ripped my panties off, and an ache shuddered through me. Mm… who would have thought that such a destructive act could be so electrifying?

  He lifted me as if I were a feather and placed me on the bed. His hungry mouth met mine. The fire from his lips burned deeply. I had a desperate need to feel him. The veins of his penis pulsed against my trembling, slick palm. It was all velvety soft and hard as steel.

  “Careful, I’m not going to last.” He removed his cock and left a puddle of pre-cum in my palm.

  I opened my legs wide. He stared at my drenched pink opening. His finger rotated around my engorged bud. “You take my breath away. Clarissa, who made you? I’m sure you were put here to possess my heart and my cock.”

  Arching my back, I encouraged him in. His feathery touch sent warm impulses through me. When his finger entered me, I trembled to the point of no return. I floated off the bed, stretching a sigh, I soared to a lusty paradise.

  “That’s it, baby. Now put me inside you,” said Aidan.

  I lifted his heavy cock, which dwarfed my hand. It felt as if he was about to burst. I opened my legs as wide as I could.

  “That’s beautiful, Clarissa.” He kissed me and then, stroking my breasts, his hooded eyes reflected the same tormented arousal I felt, as he inched inside of me slowly.

  I winced. The stretch was excruciatingly divine.

  “Are you okay, Princess?”

  “Yeah. You’re just very big.”

  He groaned as he entered me as deeply as he could. “And your little tight pussy is an addiction for my cock.” He let out an extended breath.

  To avoid crushing me, Aidan placed his weight on his powerful arms. His impressive biceps bloated, veiny and so sexy I felt like coming just looking at them. I stroked them as he pulled out slowly and then in he went again, all the way to the delightful edge of me. His pulsing cock rubbed against all my nerve endings, which were sensitive and heightened. I shuddered in his arms.

  “Are you okay?” he murmured.

  “Yes, please don’t stop.” I was so close.

  His thrusts increased with urgency. I writhed beneath him in what seemed more like a wild dance. His beautiful cock electrified me. With each thrust, the swelling throb intensified.

  Aidan’s eyes flitted from my face to the mirror. I also enjoyed watching us. It was so erotic. His strong body, my legs wide and his big, red, creamy cock moving in and out. My whimpers grew into moans as his pleading cock drove harder, until I swallowed and drowned him. I fell deeper and deeper into a dreamy release. Each time I would return for another lashing.

  My pelvis moved up and down, indulging in the liquid ache.

  “I’m not going to last, Clarissa.” He struggled to speak.

  My hands held onto his hard ass, pushing him deeply into me. His thrusting increased, as did his heart pounding against me. The veins in his neck distended, pulsing. I let go, and his ravishing cock sent me over to another universe where everything was hot and wild.

  Aidan sounded like a creature in agony as he filled me with his hot release, groaning my name as if he was dying.

  He held me and kissed me. Our hearts banged away together in harmony. “I’m sorry that was so quick,” he gasped.

  Just as breathless, I uttered, “You felt beautiful.”

  We remained clasped together. Aidan stroked my hair. And slowly, our breathing returned to normal.

  CHAPTER NINE

  “I’ve missed you too much, Clarissa. It pains me to admit that.”

  “Why does it pain you?” I asked, unravelling out of his strong arms so that I could see his large blue eyes, which spoke more than his lips.

  “My need for you makes me feel weak.”

  “You make me sound as if I’m bad for you. Like a drug or something.”

  “You are like a drug, Clarissa. That’s for sure. The difference is you’re good for me. In fact, since meeting you…” His blue eyes went all soft and vulnerable.

  Opening up about his feelings was not easy for Aidan. That much I’d learnt about him in our short time together.

  “Since meeting me?” I asked, letting him take me into his arms.

  The fit was perfect, as my head rested on his cushiony, firm chest.

  “I think I found a missing part of myself. If that makes sense. It’s hard for me to explain.”

  “What part is that, Aidan?”

  He exhaled slowly. “For one, I’m inspired to write songs. Not good ones, mind you. But my creative juices are flowing.”

  “That was a beautiful song you sang to me before. I had to work really hard not to cry.”

  “You’re very supportive, my angel. But I imagine you’re also biased.” He stroked my hair.

  “No, I’m not. It was genuinely beautiful. The melody was really sweet and tuneful.”

  “You think so?” he asked, tilting his head so that he could see my face. I nodded. “Aidan, you’re a super-star.”

  He shook his head. “Elvis, the Beatles, the Doors, they were all superstars. Not me. But anyway, getting back to what I was saying. It’s not just the music. It’s how you make me feel, Clarissa. I feel like I could conquer the highest mountain knowing you were by my side.”

  “I’m afraid of heights,” I said with a giggle.

  “Ha ha ha.” Aidan turned to face me. His swollen lips turne
d up at one end.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of that heart-warming admission. I’m just nervous.”

  “Nervous?” He pulled back his head. “After what we’ve just done. You seemed far from nervous, Clarissa.”

  “I suppose.” My voice was thin and uncertain. “I’m just really vulnerable. Making love to you seems so natural, but it also opens me up. It intensifies my sensitivity, I suppose. The pain I felt during the past two weeks was indescribable. I felt paralyzed. My heart barely worked.”

  Aidan let out a deep breath. “You’ve just described what I went through, Princess.”

  A tear slid down my cheek, and his finger collected it. Aidan placed it on his lips. Such a little thing, but so affecting it made my throat thicken with emotion.

  “I’m sorry. I’m such a cry-baby,” I murmured.

  “I love your sensitivity, Clarissa. I love everything about you.” He stroked my leg and undid my stockings for me. “Here, let me free you from these. They must be a little uncomfortable. I did love fucking—I mean…”—his eyes smiled—“making love, with them on. That was hot. As was seeing you sitting there with your legs apart.”

  “I’m a little bushy down there I’m afraid.” I giggled.

  “Yeah, I like it.” His voice had that breathy rasp. Oh goody. Round two. I could feel his cock twitching against my leg.

  I undid my garters and slid my stockings off. I must admit, my legs were happy to be free of them. Despite being a turn-on, sexy lingerie was uncomfortable. But then, I was happy to put up with a little scratching if it meant watching Aidan’s cock grow deliciously steel hard.

  Aidan took my heavy breasts in his hand and sucked on my nipples, teasing them with his teeth while his tongue did some impressive flicking. I took his cock into my hands. My upper palate dripped with anticipation.

  As I took him half erect into my mouth my tongue moved along his shaft while my pursed lips sucked on him. He grew so hard that my mouth stretched as wide as possible to accommodate him. I tasted us.

  Aidan’s moans and his rock-hard cock told me I was doing a fine job of it.

  “Princess, that feels amazing.” He stroked my hair as my mouth moved in and out. My jaw ached, but I persisted. I wanted to swallow him.

  He groaned. “No, I’m not ready to shoot inside your mouth. I want to come inside you again. But first.” He licked his lips.

  Oh my, what was a girl to do? Just open your legs and let him devour you, I told myself. And that he did. His tongue fluttered over my engorged clit. My toes curled, tension, then a release, growing and growing until the lift off. My hands gripped his head as my pussy nearly swallowed his tongue.

  “That’s it, baby.” Aidan’s lips dripped with my release. He looked happy with himself. He should’ve been. That was sensational.

  He wiped his lips on my thigh and then turned me on my belly.

  Mm… my favorite position. Deep and intense. Just like Aidan.

  CHAPTER TEN

  I woke to find Aidan all tangled up around me in a deep sleep. He was like a furnace, which was what had woken me. But I didn’t mind. I loved having his strong body wrapped around me like that.

  My body ached. That familiar addictive sensation, a burning ache below, had returned. I luxuriated in the sizzle that travelled down my thighs at the thought of round four.

  I’d turned into a sex maniac, something I would never have expected from a bookish, retiring personality like mine.

  Aidan had certainly unleashed something dark and sultry in me.

  My heart picked up a beat as I entertained exploring with him—nothing as kinky as Tabitha’s newfound pastime, of course. Although a little spanking might not be so bad, I pondered, feeling a dribble of desire run down my leg.

  Just at that moment, Aidan’s hand ran up my leg. “Good morning, Princess. Mm…” He lifted his body so he could look at me. “You feel sticky and nice.”

  I giggled almost nervously. I didn’t want to give away my little fantasy.

  Aidan pulled his head back to gaze at me. “So, you are real. That wasn’t just one big, mind-blowing wet dream, then?”

  “No. Not going by the throb below,” I said.

  Aidan’s brow lowered. “Mm… is that a nice throb? Or did I hurt you?”

  I smiled sweetly. “Both.”

  He nodded slowly. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Does that mean I can ravage you again?”

  I raised a brow and let the sheet slip. “Maybe.”

  His eyes were on my breasts, and his hands followed. He licked his lips so carnally that I felt an ache run through me.

  “You taste so sweet,” he whispered. “I need to take you in the shower, I think.” He looked over at the French clock. “Shit, it’s really late.”

  “I’ve been up for a while.”

  He lifted his body and cast me a worried frown. “You didn’t sleep?”

  “I did. But I woke an hour ago or so,” I said.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “I couldn’t do that. You were so asleep and peaceful.”

  “Peaceful?” His brows knitted.

  I shook my head. “Isn’t that how everyone looks when they sleep?” Somehow, I sensed Aidan meant something else by the serious glint in his eyes.

  “I suppose you’re right. Anyway, it’s the best sleep I’ve had in two weeks. Since…”

  “Since?”

  “Since the last time you were in my arms, my angel.” He held me tight and kissed me. He pulled away. “I’m starving hungry.”

  “Yeah, so am I.” I sat up. “Maybe not so much for food, however.” My lips curled up wickedly.

  “Oh, you darling girl.” He kissed my neck and whispered, “Then a shower it is first.”

  Mm… shower-scene-from-Psycho-lust-romp. I made myself giggle.

  Aidan looked at me and shrugged. “What’s funny?”

  “Nothing, really. I tend to giggle sometimes for no real reason.”

  His eyes travelled from my face, down my naked body. His lids grew heavier, and his eyes had that glint of need. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear peals of your sweet laughter echoing of the bath tiles, then.”

  “Moans, more like it,” I said with my vixen voice—deeper and breathier than normal.

  Aidan’s lips curled divinely. He lifted me into his arms. Balancing me in his bulging arms, he carried me off. I giggled hysterically as he bounced me along as if I was on a joy ride. His eyes were filled with playful mischief. I loved that look.

  He placed me down, and when the water was warm enough, he went into an almost hypnotic state sponging my body.

  I loved his silence. His large, blue eyes had gone all wide and boyish, while his tongue licked his lips as he held my heavy breasts.

  “They are probably the least soiled, “I said, laughing.

  “Then we better get you hot and sweaty, so I can do this again,” he said. Holding me tight, he ate at my mouth as if it were our first kiss. His ferocious tongue delved deep.

  ****

  I buttoned up my dress. My flesh was all dimply after spending a considerable time under cascading warm water being stroked, licked, sucked, and fucked.

  Dressed in faded and worn jeans, Aidan covered his delectable torso in an old, faded blue T-shirt—from handsome and debonair to hot, hunky male. My favorite state was Aidan naked, of course, after feasting on his strong, muscular body all morning.

  Aidan rubbed his hands together. “Where would you like to have breakfast? We can dine on the balcony, or we could eat in the garden. It’s a lovely sunny day.”

  I shrugged. “Wherever you like, Aidan. I would like to change out of this dress if we’re to eat outside.”

  “Whatever makes you comfortable, Princess. I just want to spend the whole day and night with you. That’s all. What would you like to do? It’s your call.”

  “That’s probably not a good idea, Aidan. I’m the most indecisive person on this planet.”

  Aidan laug
hed. “Let’s just have breakfast, and we’ll take it from there. To be quite honest, I have a huge schedule this week, and the less I have to do today the better.”

  “I like the sound of that. It’s what I do best.”

  Aidan smiled. “That’s what I love about you. You’re not driven.”

  I bit my lip. “That makes me sound like a loser, Aidan.”

  “You’re not a loser, darling. You’re a thoughtful, creative, sexy, beautiful girl that was put on this earth to make love with me. Now how can you do that if you’re running about keeping appointments all the time?”

  “As you do?”

  He studied me for a moment. His cheeky grin had faded. “Yeah, I suppose.” He took my hand. “We complement each other. Call me old-fashioned, but I love a woman who’s relaxed and introspective.”

  “The feminists would have you drawn and quartered,” I said, giggling.

  Aidan lifted his hands in defense mode. “Hey, I love a strong woman too. Look at Greta. She’s someone I admire greatly. But at home, give me a woman drawing pictures or reading a book anytime. And...” His lips curved up at one end, and his eyes had that glow of mischief. “Preferably wearing little.”

  I hit him gently on his hard bicep. “You’re lascivious and wanton, Aidan Thornhill.”

  He drew me in close. “And you, Clarissa Moone, are addictive. I’m constantly aroused. You’re so sexy I want to devour you.” He bit my neck and supped on my flesh, setting my pulse racing again.

  Reluctant for yet another red mark there, I pulled away. “Let’s have breakfast first.”

  Aidan nodded. “Off you go, then. I’ll order. What would you like?”

  “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

  “We can either eat in the rose garden or on the terrace.”

  “The rose garden sounds lovely,” I said.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  The garden was brimming with birds and butterflies. As it was late morning, the sunlight pierced the trees splashing warmth over my bare arms.

  I watched Aidan in the distance heading towards me. It was like a sublime dream.

  There before me was the table that Aidan had arranged. No detail had been spared, which included a florid lace tablecloth, flowers in a crystal vase that shimmered in the sunlight. But best of all was Aidan, with his light brown hair streaked gold from the sunlight, and those devouring, aquamarine eyes.