Page 107 of Done with You

She nodded. “Me, too.”

“So … we’re going to go condom-free?” Excitement and worry ran neck-and-neck in his gaze.

“Unless you want to stop or just do oral?”

He shook his head and his green gaze darkened, his eyelids became hooded, as he pulled his fingers free of her and reached down to grab his cock, notching it at her center. “No. I want to come inside you.” Then he surged forward with absolutely no warning, all the way to the hilt.

Oh, that stretch was divine. Almost enough to make her come right then and there.

He paused when he was fully seated and looked down at her. The magnitude of the fact that they were going condom-free was not lost on either of them. Neither was the symbolism.

As much as they didn’t like each other, there was a new level of respect, of trust between them that neither person could deny.

They weren’t friends.

They were family adjacent and not in a banjos playing in the background kind of way.

But they had chemistry and neither of them could deny that the sex between them was phenomenal. So rather than dwell on what they didn’t have—which was any kind of a future or friendship—they chose to focus on what they did have, which was the next few days, an IUD, and a safe sex partner.

He took her mouth and kissed her, bracketing her in with his forearms on either side of her and cupping her head with his hands in a caring but possessive way. It was odd at first, but she kind of liked it. Then he started to move. Slow and deliberate. Long, languid pulls back, a pause when he was almost out, followed by an even slower, even more calculated slide back in.

Her hips leaped off the mattress to meet him and she ground her clit against his pubic bone as the climax in her lower belly started to flutter awake again.

He did this sexy little hip flick when he bottomed out and that just seemed to drive him even deeper, to hit her just right, making stars burst behind her closed eyelids and her limbs began to tingle.

They kissed passionately, as he continued to rock into her. Leaving one hand cupping her face, he brought the other one to her right calf, trailing the fingers down to her ankle and wrapping them around it, then he slowly guided her leg upward until it was beside her head and she was basically doing the splits. He knew she could bend this way, had seen her do it on stage.

That just allowed him to hit her even deeper. To rock even harder against her clit. She was more open for him, and for some weird reason, felt more exposed, which was bizarre considering that he’d seen every part of her, had his face, hands, and cock everywhere. But spreading her so wide elicited a new sense of vulnerability that excited her when it should have made her nervous.

But she didn’t have the brain power to explore that strange feeling. She was so close she could practically taste the orgasm. It bubbled and frothed inside her, and her left leg that still was beneath him began to twitch. She could no longer match his rhythm and lift her hips to meet his accordingly.

She was on the precipice, staring down from the top of the cliff with nothing but clouds below, above, and beside her. The air was cool and crisp and she sucked in a deep breath, and when he brought his mouth down beside her ear and rasped, “Come,” she leaped forward prepared to fall.

But she didn’t fall at all.

She flew.

Her entire body trembled and shook as the orgasm rippled outward from her center, into every limb, up into her brain, her hair, the tips of her ears.

Her pussy tightened and pulsed around him, loving the feel of his heat and length inside of her without any kind of barrier. She’d never had sex without a condom before—not even with Russell—and the difference between with and without was unparalleled.

She refused to acknowledge the significance of her decision to go condom-free with Aiden—someone she barely tolerated—and chose to just ride out her climax and enjoy the moment. She could pick that decision apart later. At another time, and maybe with Teal. But for now, she had orgasms offered to her, so she was going to take them.

Her fingers dug deep trenches into his muscular shoulder blades as the sensations in her body continued to unravel. And when Aiden finally stilled above her, grunted and his cock started to pulse inside of her, she found another orgasm buried deep down in her belly and let that one fly free, as well.

They came together, bodies thrumming, chests heaving and a thick layer of sweat forming between their bare flesh.

He drove a little deeper and rocked against her clit again. She squeezed around him, dug her nails harder into his back, and let the last remaining of ripples of pleasure consume her.

When his release finally ended, he collapsed against her, allowing her to take all of his weight for just a moment. She liked that.

She retracted her nails from his back and sighed.

But he popped back up onto his forearms. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to crush you.”

She shook her head. “You weren’t.”

He cleared his throat and climbed off her, standing up beside the bed. “I’ll uh … go grab you a cloth.”

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