When his hands fanned across my ass, my hips thrust forward to meet his. He moaned against my skin and squeezed my ass tight. His fingers started traveling around my hips, slipping into the wide waistband of my yoga pants. He stripped them off fast and impatient.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed my legs. I gripped the hand railings when his tongue found my clit. From his knees, he pulled my legs over his shoulders and buried himself between my thighs. My knuckles turned white from my grip on the railings. My gasps grew to moans.
"Fffuhhckk Aid…da…ahh…huhhihh…Aidan…" My hips writhing against his face.
"Mmmm…Lilli," Aidan murmured and kissed the inside of my thigh. His finger found its way inside of me, pumping in and out of me. "You taste fantastic." He licked my thigh and then returned his tongue to the throbbing between my legs.
I whimpered when he pulled away the second time, but ground myself down as another finger entered me.
"I want to taste you when you let go," he growled and ferociously returned his tongue between my legs.
Yelling out his name, I tightened around his fingers, which disappeared, but were quickly replaced by his flexing tongue.
He gave me only a second to gain my footing again before his fingers returned inside of me and he moved up my body, crashing his mouth to mine.
Pulling his fingers out of me, his hands slid behind my thighs and picked me up. When he realized the beeps were occurring from my ass on the console he quickly pulled the emergency cord, shutting the machine down.
Fingers began rubbing my still sensitive nub and I couldn’t help but rotate my hips against his fingers. Aidan’s fingers disappeared and, before I could complain, he filled me.
His thrusts were feral. Squeezing my hips, he pumped. The familiar sensations began to build again. It was so amazingly primitive and intense.
Each grunt, moan, and growl erupting from his chest sent me soaring to the highest edge. My fingers dug into his shoulders leaving marks, and perhaps even drawing blood.
I tried to tighten my legs around his waist, but he grabbed behind my knees, his palms flat against the spot where my thigh curved into knee. Pushing my legs apart and up toward me, I screamed his name.
"That’s it, come on, baby, give it to me." He demanded of me and I wanted to, I really did. "I need to feel you, Lilli! Shhh…" his growl grew more feral. It sent me crashing into a bright white oblivion of tingles, molten waves, and violent shivers of fervor.
"Yessss, cummm arounn…uh…ah….fuck!" Aidan slammed into me a few more times as he let loose his own animalistic orgasm. He twitched and shivered as he slowed his thrust. My head collapsed to his shoulder. I tried to regain strength and regulate my breathing.
He panted heavily and kissed my shoulder, rubbing my upper right arm, which felt like Jell-O.
"That was…" he panted.
"Amazing." I finished.
He chuckled.
"Mm-hmm," he responded. I could feel the smile on his lips as he brushed them over my shoulder.
The rest of Sunday was spent relaxing around the house, after a quick nap from my morning workout.
Monday brought back the work week. Aidan left that morning for work and I was getting ready to meet Viola. The next charity event for the foundation was the black and white ball. We had some work to do.
As I was slipping on my clothes, a black pencil skirt, blue blouse, and black boots, I thought about Aidan’s ‘battle scars’. My face flushed with heat remembering the gasp that escaped my lips this morning when I noticed the marks on his back. It would take at least a week for those to disappear. I shook off the memory and grabbed the last of my things.
With my purse, coat, and cell phone, I headed downstairs. Viola was standing in the foyer.
"Viola, why didn’t you tell me you were here?" I walked toward her open arms and hugged her. "How long –?"
"Oh, I haven’t been here long at all." She squeezed me tightly and then released. "Are you all ready to go?" I nodded with a smile and we headed to the awaiting car.
Pulling up to Grand Prospect Hall, I was in awe. I’d been in New York for a while, but this was the first time I was pulling up to this immaculate building. The entrance was amazing, large staircases, chandeliers, people in uniforms, marble flooring. It was breathtaking.
Viola’s voice pulled me from my awe.
"Ahhh, Pierre, it’s good to see you again." Viola and Pierre kissed each other’s cheeks before pulling away smiling.
"Madame Iverson, it is a pleasure as always," Pierre spoke with a very heavy French accent. I was quickly reminded of Inspector Clouseau from The Pink Panther. Pressing my lips together firmly, I stifled my urge to giggle.
"This is Lilli," she motioned to me, "Aidan’s wife." I held out my hand.
Pierre grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, repeating the same cheek kissing he’d done with Viola.
"An extreme pleasure to meet you, Madame Iverson," he smiled brightly at me. "Have you been to the Grand Prospect Hall before?" I shook my head. "Ah, well then, let’s show you around." He was beaming.