Page 12 of Between the Lines

“Can you come for me?”

“Kiss my neck again,” I whisper.

He chuckles, but does just that. Touches me. He’s everywhere. A finger curls inside me, and then those vibrations against my clit. Low enough that I can’tquitecome. It’s notquiteenough, and I’m so close.

I tell him.

He starts pumping his finger. “Relax,” he tells me. “You’ll get there. Relax, sweetheart, let me hold you through it.”

I do. And somehow, the combination of sensations and the painfully low rhythmic pulses against my clit, push me over the edge. I come.

My climax takes me by surprise.

Aiden keeps his finger inside me and his mouth at my neck throughout my orgasm. When I finally come back down to earth, his erection feels like a steel rod against my back.

I squirm against him—once, twice—until I turn in his arms.

He groans when I stroke him through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “I want to see you, too,” I whisper into his neck.

He pulls me up until I straddle him. “I’m yours.”

It doesn’t take long to get his underwear off him. And then I have him in hand, and he groans against my cheek. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I have a condom somewhere.”

“So do I,” I say.

There’s a brief pause, and he groans again. “I’m starting to think that you getting caught in the shower wasn’t a mistake.”

I slap him lightly on the shoulder. “Absolutely not. I still can’t believe the hotel messed up that badly.”

“Me, neither.”

It takes him less than a minute to find the condom in his bag. Afterwards he sits back down against the headboard and motions for me.

“You want me to be on top?”

“Don’t you?” He rolls on the condom, and I watch him as he does it. His muscled forearms, the girthy cock, the swollen head. When it’s fully on, he strokes himself with one hand and reaches for me with the other. “Come here.”

I straddle him, and he holds himself upright while I slowly sink down on his length. I grip his shoulders for support, taking inch after inch. He’s thick and it’s been a while and the stretch is everything.

This feels more intimate than a typical one-night stand. Having his face so close to mine, I’m momentarily frozen. But Aiden’s features are tight with pleasure, and his hands slide down to grip my thighs. He rolls me forward, and I fall into a rhythm that’s slow and intense.

He kisses me as I ride him. Watches me whenever we pull away to draw a breath. Looks down at where we’re connected. And when my pleasure starts to rise again, he reaches for the vibrator and sets it between our bodies.

I come again.

Gripping his shoulders, falling forward, head to his chest. He chuckles into my ear when I finally come down from my high.

“Good, Chaos?”

“Very good,” I whisper.

“Think you can handle a bit more?”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”

He lifts me, drawing me close, and lays me down on my back.

And then he thrusts hard and deep, sitting up on his knees. It’s so forceful that it rocks the bed, and I’m there for every single moment of it. My hands grip the comforter.

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