She watches, mouth parted. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
Christ. “It’ll fit, angel. Even if we have to make it.”
Precum oozes from my tip, and I swipe my thumb through it, spreading it over her lips before dipping inside.
I pull from her mouth again, my nerves slowly unraveling as pleasure ebbs through me. Her pulse throbs against me, making my balls ache, and the tiny noises and gasps coming from her make me think she’s close.
“Don’t stop until you come,” I tell her, my hands falling to her hips again, driving her motions. “Be a good girl and get ready for me.”
Blue flames light her eyes, burning so hot that it’s impossible not to feel their heat.
She works her clit furiously over me, her juices dripping everywhere.
“Aiden, please… I’m, I don’t—”
The closer she gets, the more panic-filled her voice becomes, stretching so thin and tight that it sounds like she’s on the brink of catastrophe, rather than rapture. I wrap my fingers around her throat, pressing lightly, until she looks at me.
“Are you begging me to let you come?” I ask, lifting up to speak against her mouth.
She nods, but a layer of confusion still laces her gaze, like she’s intrigued but still not totally sure.
“Do you trust me?”
Her lips purse. “I shouldn’t.”
I grin. “That wasn’t the question.”
When she nods, I start grinding my hips up to meet hers and the increased friction has her cresting the edge of her orgasm in seconds.
“That’s it,” I croon, coaxing her through as she cries out in elation. “That’s my girl. Fucking me and I’m not even inside you yet.”
She rides me right off the cliff, panting and swiveling and moaning, and then I push her up, grab the base of my dick, and yank her down on top of it.
36
Pain settles between my thighs, extending from my pussy to every single receptor in my body. It’s a sharp sting and a dull ache all at once, burning me from the inside out at the same time it douses the fire.
My fingers twist in the neckline of Aiden’s shirt, and my knees clench around his hips, but other than that, I don’t move. His hands sizzle where they roam, constantly moving since he started pushing in; knuckles dragging up my spine, palms splaying down my thighs, thumbs trailing over my collarbone.
It’s such a shift from the way he’s touched me before. There’s something almost reverent about it, like I’m a glass figurine he has to hold and knows he can’t drop.
I should be embarrassed about my complete breakdown, but it’s really difficult to feel anything else right now except his cock lodged inside me.
“Riley. Open your eyes.”
Immediately, my lids peel back; I hadn’t even realized they’d closed.
His silver gaze meets mine, so close I can see the different layers of gray—some slate, some cloudy, like the glittering edge of a crystal. For a moment, I lose myself in the storm that is Aiden, my apprehension melting away like lava over an ancient city.
“Very good, pretty girl.” His praise makes my core clench, warmth spreading through me as he brushes his fingers over my back again, digging into the meat of my ass.
I can’t help the buzz of disappointment at the lack of skin-to-skin contact where my robe still covers me.
“Take a deep breath,” he says, pinching.
I gasp, the location of pain zapping to my backside. As my lungs clamor for more air, the movement somehow opens me, and I slide down his cock another inch.
The agony has almost started to subside, delicious tension ebbing in its place. I repeat the gesture, sucking in oxygen and letting him fill me.
“Slow, Riley, fuck.” He fists my robe, the tendons in his neck straining against his tattoos. “We have to go slow.”
A ragged moan tears out of me as I bottom out, my ass resting atop his thighs. He jerks forward, dipping his mouth to the hollow of my throat, his breaths stilted and hot.
“Oh, my god.” I think my fingers are starting to go numb from the choke hold I have on his T-shirt, but I don’t even care.
Once I’ve had a second to adjust, the stinging sensation morphs into a warm wave, slowly unfurling in my core. My hips shift, seeking more, craving the friction.
I yank one hand from his shirt and press the palm into my stomach. “God, I can feel you here.”
Aiden coughs, pulling back to look. “Fuck, angel, don’t say shit like that.”
Frowning, my anxiety flares back up, and I pause. “I’m so—”
“Don’t you dare apologize while my cock is inside you,” he says, shunting deeper, capturing my surprise with his lips. “You’re just so goddamn tight, I don’t know how I’m gonna hang on.”
“Oh.” Separating our mouths, I glance down at where we’re connected, forcing my breaths to even out. Rolling forward again, I hook my teeth in my bottom lip and chase that euphoria, grinding my clit against him. “It feels good?”
His head lolls back. “Phenomenal, pretty girl. You feel fucking phenomenal, and you’re doing such a good job. Working my dick with your sweet cunt, like it belongs to you.”
Pride blooms in my chest at his words, and wetness trickles between my thighs, soaking the both of us.
Emotion clogs my throat as I continue swiveling my hips, desperately trying to cull the need building in my center. My motions falter, nerves taking the forefront as my concentration becomes distracting, but then Aiden’s gripping the back of my neck and forcing my gaze to his.
“Whatever feels good for you, feels good for me.” He flicks his tongue over my lips and the quick lashing has me bowing, wanting to feel that sensation in other places.
But I’m stuck in limbo, trying to wade through the black sludge of self-loathing.