“Yes, no, shit, I don’t know. I want you to stop and keep going all at the same time. Like everything that feels good also kind of hurts, you know?” Of course he didn’t know. She wasn’t making any damn sense. Squeezing her eyes shut, she covered her face with her hands and prayed for a rip in the fabric of time that would take her away from this humiliating situation. “Oh, God, I knew something was wrong with me.”
“Hey, I already told you nothing’s wrong with you,” he said, pulling her hands down, but she remained in the darkness behind her lids. “I wanna ask you something. Come on, look at me.”
The tone of his voice wasn’t mocking or angry. He sounded genuinely concerned. Taking a deep breath, she obeyed the gentle command and stared up into his tender eyes.
“Kat, have you ever had an orgasm?”
Chapter Twelve
“I don’t know.” She looked up at him, her brows drawn together in what he suspected was a mix of sexual frustration and concern she was damaged goods. “What’s it feel like?”
Holy hell. He knew she’d never found pleasure with a man before, but he never would have guessed she wouldn’t have brought herself to climax over the years. No wonder she was confused. She already expected her body’s reactions to be messed up, so it made sense that riding the edge of an orgasm would freak her out.
“That would be a ‘no,’ then,” he answered. “But if I had to guess from the way you described it, you were close just now. They’re kinda crazy feeling at first. It builds and builds deep in your gut, right?”
She nodded, and some of her worry seemed to disappear at hearing that he understood. “Yes.”
“Well, if we don’t stop,” he said, adding a wicked grin, “and I do my job right, all of that builds up to something you’ll want to feel over and over again.”
“Oh.” She still appeared unsure. “Do I have to do anything?”
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Hold on tight.”
Now that her nerves were back, he’d have to start from the beginning and earn her trust all over again. Kissing eased her into things, probably built up all those butterfly feelings girls were always talking about. Aiden didn’t mind in the least. Kissing Kat wasn’t any kind of hardship.
So he did.
He’d never wanted any woman with such a ferocity as he did her. It was all he could do to think straight. The very idea of bringing Kat to her first orgasm, of watching her break apart in his arms, made his dick throb and the tip leak with pre-cum. And he wasn’t just going to give her her first. He laid claim to her first several. If he only got her for a night, he’d make sure it was so intense that she’d measure every sexual encounter by it. He would set the bar for her future lovers.
Aiden wrapped one arm around her waist, and his other hand snaked between their bodies again to dive beneath the small scrap of underwear. He forced himself to pull away from her kiss so he could watch her unravel as he parted her slick folds with his middle finger.
She gasped and her fingers convulsed on his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, sliding front to back to front again, spreading her juices along the sensitive lips of her *. “I’m gonna get you there fast to take the edge off. I promise to take my time later.”
He found her swollen clit and circled it with the rough tip of his finger. Her eyes flew wide and her knees buckled for a split second before she regained control.
“Take your time?” she squeaked, now clenching fistfuls of his T-shirt. “How much time?”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Pushing his finger back, he dipped in and rimmed her tight opening. Kat whimpered against his neck. He felt her juices on the back of his hand. The cloying scent of her arousal had his balls drawing up tight with anticipation. He tucked his head down and let his words tickle her ear. “If I had a mind to, I could keep you on the brink for as long as I wanted.”
She shook her head. “That would be torture. Why would you do that?”
Aiden eased his middle finger into her channel little by little, while the pad of his thumb worked her clit. “Because it’s the best kind of torture. Because when I finally let you, you’ll come so hard you won’t know where you end and I begin,” he promised.
She threw her head back, lost in the moment. The ends of her golden-red waves caressed his forearm. Her breathing became shallow and a moan accompanied every few exhales. He worked his finger in and out. Jesus, she was so hot and tight. Her walls were already swelling with her building climax. She was close.
And getting closer.
“Oh, God, Irish. It’s so— So—”
“I know, baby, you’re almost there.”
His cock jerked behind his zipper, begging for its own release, but he beat his desires back into submission. He refused to take any pleasure for himself unless he was certain she was ready to give it. Until then, he’d indulge himself by giving her the sort of experiences a woman deserved. Experiences she should have had long before now, and yet he couldn’t help being glad she’d have them all with him first.