Page 129 of Between the Lines

“They hurt you.”

“I look good in them.”

I groan and toss the shoes to the carpeted floor, along with her black thong. “You look good in everything.” I reach for the silk bag she’s left on the bed and turn it upside down. All thecontents fall out. “But you look even better naked, and definitely when you’re not in pain.”

Her eyes roam over the contents I’ve dumped on the bed. But I’m only looking for one thing—the foil packet that must have been included.

There’s a small bottle of lube. A pocket vibrator and,fuck, the fun we can have with that.

I reach for the buckle of my belt and undo it. Charlotte lies back, the skimpy see-through dress pooled around her waist. Her long legs are bare and bent, slightly splayed, just enough to show me the glistening pink of her pussy.

I pull down my zipper, and chuck off my pants.

Charlotte’s eyes fall to my hard cock. Just having her look at me makes it twitch.

I need her skin against mine, and I need to bury myself inside her heat. I need that more than my next fucking breath.

I roll on the condom while she watches my every move, until the latex sheathes down to my base.

“Aiden,” she whispers. “Could anyone walk in?”

I shake my head. “I locked the door. Do you think I’ll let anyone but me see you naked? See you like this?”

Her face softens, and her lips part on an exhale. She looks so beautiful like that, with her light-brown hair spread around her head, it squeezes my heart to look at her. I want to swallow her whole, wrap myself around her, be inside of her.

My hands find her ankles again, and I pull her down so her ass is by the end of the bed. She giggles again, that soft, beautiful sound, and fuck if I don’t want to make her do that again with me. All the time.

I glide my hands down her thighs, parting them. Step in between and let the head of my cock rub up and down her slit, coating myself.

As I reach for the array of toys on display beside her, her eyes track mine. “What are you— Oh.”

I squirt some lube and then slide the cock ring on. It’s a snug fit. I’ve used one before, but it was years ago. It fits to the base of my cock, and I look up, amused, to find Charlotte watching with intense fascination. Her curiosity is never far.

“What will it do?” she asks.

I use my index finger to trace the silicon until I find the small button. Turn it on, and the faint vibration makes a humming sound.

“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh.”

“You said you wanted me to use it.”

“It was a joke.”

“No,” I say and nudge the head of my cock to her entrance, “it wasn’t.”

She looks down between her legs. We both watch as I disappear an inch at a time inside her. When I’m buried to the hilt, the ring comes to rest against her clit.

I stay still, unmoving.

Charlotte’s breath catches. “Oh.Oh.”

“You feel that?”

“Yes,” she murmurs and grips the comforter. “I do.”

I thrust into her, a slow roll of my hips. She feels fucking incredible. Better than I remember, too good for me to last as long as I want to.

And each time I bottom out, I stay there for a heartbeat. Let the vibrations hit her where she needs them most.

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