by B. A. Wolfe
My heart raced with trepidation. The notion of being naked in front of Aidan replaced all my excitement and need with insecurities. My breaths started to come in short waves as reality hit. My post-baby body wasn’t anything I was proud of. My stomach wasn’t tight like it used to be, and suddenly I wished I could cower behind my clothes. What was I thinking? I inched my hands over my stomach to hide my small mommy tummy.
A pair of strong hands removed them. “Stop. You’re beautiful, Cassie. Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was sharp and his words were clear-cut. But I still wasn’t convinced.
“I had a baby. This body,”—I peered down at my unattractive flesh—”my body isn’t . . .” My chest began to rise and fall even harder. I wanted him, I wanted this, but being in front of him in nothing but underwear that I was just able to fit back into a couple of weeks ago had me ready to run. I forced my hands back and tightened my jaw while I peered down at him.
A sly grin played on his lips. “So stubborn.”
“Aidan,” I began as he shook his head back and forth.
“Stop.” His voice was demanding. He pressed his lips to my pinky finger. “You. Are. Fucking. Stunning. Cassie.” With a kiss on each finger to emphasize his words, my lips began to ease out of their straight line. “You. Are. What. I. Want.” His lips did the same to my other hand with every word. Ten simple words, ten soft kisses, and two sincere statements that had me easing out of my insecurities.
He lifted my hands, moved them aside, and placed a kiss where they had just been. “And this body is the icing on the cake. You don’t even understand how beautiful you are.”
It wasn’t just my body, it was the fact this was the first time I was about to have sex after delivering Jase. My body tensed as I thought of the stories I’d heard. It was well after the allotted waiting time, but would it hurt? Feel uncomfortable?
“Say something.” His words broke through my panic.
My head tipped down and my eyes found his. “It’s the first time since I had Jase . . .” My voice trailed off.
“I’ll take care of you, Cassie. Trust me.”
I sighed. A wave of relief traveled through me and I nodded. I knew with those effortless words of ‘trust me,’ that he would.
His lips swept to the side in a wicked grin as his eyes made me feel as though I was the most beautiful girl in the world. He had me. My insecurities disappeared and all I wanted was for him to continue and not stop.
I got my wish. I shuddered under his touch, my body hyperaware of every trace his fingers made along the edges of my panties. They teased, making me squirm in delight as they circled around each leg opening, swooping dangerously close to my center, my heat, the spot that shouted for him to slip and touch it. But each time he only came close, never touching, only torturing me further. He had me floating away and melting into his touch even as his lips touched my tummy and his fingers tucked into the sides of my panties.
I couldn’t focus. Everything swirled. My mind begged me to watch him, to take in this moment, but I couldn’t. All I could do was feel. Feel the wetness of his lips against my clenched stomach, his fingers grazing my thighs as they slowly and deliberately worked my panties downward. I clutched at something, anything, but there was nothing to grab. I palmed the wall as a sweltering heat built deep in my belly.
His lips never strayed as he ghosted them inches below my belly button, all the while lifting each foot, guiding me as he pulled my panties all the way off. His warm breath and lips were now the only thing on my quivering body.
Inch by torturous inch his hands glided along my skin as he rose to his feet, my need finally taking over. I pressed my palms to his solid chest and forced us backward, his back now flush against the wall. My lips curled as I watched his seductive eyes and a little smirk playing on his mouth. Lifting on my tippy toes, I nipped at his neck, then his jawline, and finally his ear.
“My turn,” I whispered.
His body shivered against mine. Oh, it was so my turn.
He gripped my waist as my fingers traced the top of his jeans. My hand slid down until I undid the button and then the zipper. His loose jeans only needed a slight tug and within seconds, they were in a puddle at his ankles. I edged back as he kicked them to the side. I wasn’t even close to being done torturing him yet. I inched his boxers down, taking my time as I lowered along with them. My knees hit the floor and I peered up; his once again dark eyes met mine. I smiled and pressed my lips inches above his erection. A deep groan rumbled in him as I wrapped my fingers around him. I glided my hand up his hard length until I was back to my feet. My fingers gently massaged the velvety tip as I kissed my way from his chiseled chest to his soft, waiting lips.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now,” he murmured, almost out of breath against my mouth.
I smirked as I let go of him and slid my hand up his torso, hooking my hands behind his neck. “I do. It’s exactly the same as when you touch me.” My legs quivered, my heart raced, my stomach muscles tightened in preparation for his touch. “Take me.”
His hands were under my ass lifting me up, my legs dangling behind him as he did. “I planned on it.”
Thirty-One
Dan
I HELD HER TIGHT against me as I took us to my bedroom. Her forehead rested against mine, her hair cascaded around us like a curtain as her heavy breathing matched mine. Half of me had the urge to say screw the bedroom and take her on the damn couch. But the other half wanted her sprawled out so I had room to explore her.
This girl, nah, this woman—this fucking amazing woman—was hanging onto me like I was her next breath. And I couldn’t deny I was doing the same. I was about to make her mine.
I lowered her to the bed, her legs slowly releasing their forceful grip around me. I hovered above her, my arms braced on either side of her body. A curvaceous body that made my dick harder than ever before in its life. Her body was amazing, responding to my touch, shuddering and arching into my hands. And she’d tried to cover it up. The hell with that! She didn’t have a clue how sexy she was.
I battled myself once more as my eyes toured her body. Part of me was ready to push into her now and surround myself with her heat, the other part had to taste, touch, explore. Her impatient hands were on the same wavelength as my greedy side. She wanted it too. But she had to wait. I took her reaching hands and pinned them above her head. Her mocked gasp didn’t at all match the gleam in her eyes.
I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Not yet, Sweet Tea. Not yet.” I ran my tongue along the soft outer edge, then let it trail down her neck. Her silky skin was like having my mouth up against the softest velvet. While my lips assaulted the crook of her neck, my hand teased between her legs. Her lower half squirmed as I came close to touching and slipping inside, but I continued to torment her, sliding my hand across her soaked core and then slipping away. Who was I kidding? I was torturing myself even more, but I loved it. Every. Second.
I lifted my lips and released her hands from my hold. “Don’t. Move.”
She didn’t flinch as my harsh tone came out demanding. Her eyes fluttered and she nodded ever so gently. I seized her lips, her body arching into mine as I deepened the kiss. I didn’t care what in the hell she had to say about herself and this amazing body. Could she not see what she did to me?
My mouth unwillingly left hers. “You better not move.”
She grinned. “You better hurry.”
I lowered my hand and without warning slid my middle finger inside of her. Her back bowed as I forced it in deeper and within seconds, removed it. “I’m going to enjoy taking my sweet time with you,” I murmured.
Her once parted lips that had displayed a brief moment of pleasure were now pressed into a flat line.
Pulling that finger out was harder than she’d ever realize. She was so damn wet and tight. My erection hardened even more, becoming almost painful, but I wasn’t close to being done yet. I slid my hands up her thighs to her waist, pu
lling her further down on the bed. I wanted her. So damn bad. I wanted her to be . . . mine.
I knelt down, kissing up her inner thigh and then to the other side. I needed to taste her, savor everything she was willing to give me. Fuck, I needed in her. I lifted each of her legs, resting them atop my shoulders. I peered up and watched her face as I gently pressed my lips to her, hitting her most sensitive spot. Her body squirmed as I held her thighs.
I was tender at first as I licked and tasted, but the more she bucked, the more I fucking devoured. Her mouth widened with her deep moans, her eyes closed, and her head hit the pillow. But I wanted to see her. I needed her to watch as I devoured her. Licking her swollen bud, I pulled away. “Watch me. I want to see your beautiful face while I taste you.”
With her head tilted forward, her glazed eyes burned into mine, I let my lips sweep into a grin before I dragged my tongue between her wet lips. She was restless as her body quivered around me, her legs breaking out in goose bumps, and her eyes about ready to murder me if she didn’t get what she wanted.
“Aidan,” she ground out, sounding much like a warning.
She wanted this as badly as I did. Holding her legs tighter, I deftly pressed my tongue inside her. Her loud voice screamed as I persisted. “Aidan! Please!”
She was close. Her legs shook as I released them from my hold, letting them dangle off the edge of the bed.
One last flick of my tongue, and my lips and hands traveled upward, placing open-mouth kisses so I could taste her as I moved up toward her waist. Her body writhed under my hands and lips. “Aidan, now!” And the words I had so desperately waited to hear left her parted lips.
“I can’t hear you,” I told her, my heart pounding in time with my words. What was it about her begging that had every pulse in me raging with hunger?
Her hands roughly grabbed my hair, pulling it as my lips resumed on her chest. “Please. God. Aidan. I need you.”
My lips tugged up as I lifted my body, hovering inches above her. “Jesus, Cassie, when you beg—”
She sucked in a soft breath of air. “I’ve never begged for anything, but you—I’ll beg for you. Please, Aidan.”
My eyes met hers, fucking glowing with her arousal. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and lifted herself to a sitting position using my shoulders for leverage. “I want you. Please take me.” Her soft breath tickled my neck as she whispered. I couldn’t deny her or myself any longer.
“I’m going to. Right now.” She unhooked her arms with a sexy little grin on her face. Fuck me. I was done for.
I knelt on the bed, crawling toward her like a damn animal. My hands roughly framed her face and I pulled her lips to mine, crashing us together. Her hands slid around my neck, holding onto me tightly. I didn’t even have to tell her to straddle me as she inched her way onto my lap. I spread my legs out and hers coiled around my waist. With her eyes pinched shut I eased her down on me. She was so hot, so tight as she slid down my length. Her eyes opened and she eased down the rest of the way. “Are you okay?”
She smiled and then moaned as she settled on me. “More than okay.” Her breaths quickened and every vein in my goddamn body pulsed as blood rushed through me. Sex was sex, but this—I didn’t even know what it was, but it sure the hell wasn’t just sex. Kisses rained down all over my face as she began to move, my cock filling every inch of her.
She nudged my shoulders back. I followed her direction and leaned back. She began rocking, moving with determination. She was done getting used to me inside her. She was to the same point I was . . . I just needed her.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she rode me. Lifting and sliding down my cock, torturing and pleasuring me all at once. I wanted to flip her over, take her from behind, and thrust into her hard. But slow and passionate with those eyes slaying me as she gazed down at me had me convinced . . . sex would never be the same again.
I held her sides as her body arched and leaned back, her hands grasping my legs as she bucked harder. I met her thrusts, going deeper as I did. Her moans and whimpers grew louder as she rode me harder and faster. Nothing could prepare me for the release that slammed through my body.
Nothing.
***
Cassandra
“Faster,” I whimpered.
I was so close, so close to the edge and, my God, I was ready to jump to release.
Riding him at this angle, on his bed, as wound up as I was, turned my body into a ticking time bomb. “Oh, God.” My breath held and I drove harder as I slid down him once . . . twice . . . and with one final thrust my body tensed and then let go. I released the air from my lungs as electric filled shocks surged through my arms and legs, curling my toes. My legs grasped Aidan tighter as the aftershocks rushed through me and then his warm release filled me.
“Fuck,” he groaned out.
My voice tried to pronounce words, but all that came out were noises—sounds of satisfaction and pleasure. I’d heard stories from friends about their first times after childbirth. Some went well, some went horrible, and others couldn’t stop cringing the whole time. This was none of the above. What just happened here was scoring the final touchdown, winning the Super Bowl kind of sex.
I collapsed onto his heaving chest. My breaths were as erratic as his as I rose and fell with them in quick patterns. I melted against him in complete happiness, soaking in the moment. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck. A single tear escaped first from one eye and then the other as I breathed him in. They rolled down my cheeks onto Aidan’s back. My body had gotten a release it so badly wanted, desired, and yearned for. And now my heart was having its release.
The last time I had sex was with a certain someone who had me feeling nothing but loved and cherished. But my tears weren’t sad. No . . . they were happy. They were my heart’s way of saying this was right. Aidan’s arms held me tightly as his breaths began to even out. These arms were exactly where I wanted to be. They protected me. What happened just a moment ago wasn’t anything I’d ever take back. In fact, my body wanted it again.
For once, I didn’t want to leave or flee. I was used to running away from what scared me, from the unknown. I wasn’t taught how to deal with things because my parents had laid out my perfect path. And when life tore me a new path from theirs, I ran. Well, I was done. My heart, my body, my everything wanted to stay right where I was. I wanted to stay wrapped around Aidan’s body, where I felt more at home than I’d ever felt before. I wiped away my tears. I didn’t want him to see them. These were private tears.
I smiled and leaned back. His darkened irises were replaced with hazel, the green practically beaming. His lips were quirked to the side. The beating in my chest slowed, matching his deep breaths, until his arms pulled me close. His lips seized mine and once again my heart raced as his tongue caressed mine. My fingers hooked around his neck, deepening the kiss. Aidan lowered me, my back touching the soft fluffy comforter. He pulled himself out of me and my heart dropped a little. I loved having him inside me.
A shameless grin plastered to his face as I let myself sink into his bed. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” He left the bed and opened a door several feet away. My eyes enjoyed the view of his toned and sculpted backside. Moments later, still wearing the same sexy grin; he re-emerged with a dampened washcloth.
He cleaned me up and I smiled the whole time. Never had a guy done that before and never would I have wanted him to. But he could do it any day. I cupped his face and pulled him down on top of me. He tossed the washcloth to the side and rested on his forearms.
“Don’t tell me you’re not sexy ever again. Because I’d take you again right now if you hadn’t already worn me out.” He moved his head, his eyes burning into mine.
“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to make you take me right now.” I framed his face with my hands once more. “Never has anyone looked at me like I was a model who just stepped out of a magazine. And not just that . . .” I let out a soft breath. “You ho
ld me like there’s no tomorrow. You’re not just seeing a body, you see me. All of me.”
“I’ll never stop.” His voice was quiet but so matter of fact. And I knew, from those words and the way his eyes never strayed from mine, he wouldn’t.
His mouth opened as if he were getting ready to speak once more. “I . . .” And then he closed it.
“What?” I asked, my fingers playing in his hair.
He shook his head, pressed his mouth to the corner of my lips, and rolled over next to me. He pulled the comforter from underneath our bodies and snuggled it around us. We faced one another as we rested our heads on our hands. His brows popped up. He was getting ready for something and my heart sped up in anticipation.
“What?” I asked growing far too impatient.
“Cassie, we didn’t use protection.” His face grew pale.
Oh god, he was about to freak out. “Aidan, relax. It’s okay. Well it’s not okay, but I have an IUD, and I’m clean. We’re . . . we’re fine.”
He released a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I should’ve—”
I pressed my finger against his lips, shushing him. “It’s not your fault. I’m at fault too. But we’re covered, so let’s not ruin the moment with this talk. We wouldn’t have needed the condom anyway.”
His lips formed a grin against my finger as he nodded. He took my finger in his hands and then his grin grew wider.
“What?” I giggled.
“How’d you know where I live?”
Oh. I guess that warrants an answer. My teeth played with my bottom lip before I answered. “Moose.”
“You told Moose about . . .” His voice trailed off as he pointed between us.
I quickly shook my head. “No. I told him I had something to ask you. That I needed your address and not to read into it.”