Page 102 of Not in My Book

“I’m sorry, I’m boring you—”

“I’m hard as a fucking rock, Rosalinda. I’m absolutelynotbored.”

With that, he sucked my clit back into his mouth and slipped two fingers into me. I did as he said and closed my eyes and focused on how he alternated between roughly fucking me with his fingers, then immediately soothing the pain with sensual strokes of his tongue.

“Play with your tits,” he said, his voice ragged. I opened my eyes and found his eyes focused on me completely.

I nodded, trusting him and unhooked my bra, taking my breasts in my hands. I pulled at my nipples and as I did, Aiden sucked on my clit harder. I gasped, my back arching.

Soon, the pleasure built up and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving against him. I squirmed, trying to satiate the pleasure. Aiden moved faster, his fingers rougher.

“Aiden,” I gasped. “I’m going to—”

He curled his fingers, and my hips shot off the bed. He moved with me, his mouth hooked to me as I came. I cried out, my muscles tensing with pleasure.

Once I finished, Aiden shed his pants, grabbing himself through his boxer briefs. He gave himself a few rough strokes, hissing as he watched me.

“God, Rosie, I could come from your taste alone. I’m already so fucking close,” he bit out.

He moved up the bed, leaning down to kiss me. Desire pulsed through me, his tongue making silky strokes again mine. I could taste myself on his mouth, but I didn’t care.

In between kisses, he began to pull his briefs off, and I moved to help him. We fumbled, laughing against each other’s mouths. Finally, I got to see all of him.

“Of course you have the perfect body,” I groaned, marveling at his strong arms and broad chest. At a glance down, I blurted out, “Fuck, you’re big.”

He pressed his mouth to mine laughing softly, “And you’re fucking tight. And perfect, Rosie. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

I always took for granted in romance novels when the hero would call the heroine beautiful. It was typical and expected, but with Simon it was never a guarantee. Sometimes he’d mumble a “you’re hot” in bed, but nothing else. But the way Aiden said my name and the way he was looking at me made me believe he truly meant it. Reading it in your favorite book was so different from hearing it from the mouth of your new favorite person. This was so much better.

The urgency returned as our kisses turned longer and more desperate. We grasped at each other, our hands roaming freely on each other’s bodies.

“I have an IUD. I got tested after Simon, and I haven’t been with anyone since …” I trailed off.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my last test either. Are you sure?”

“I want to feel you,” I said, nodding and pressing a kiss on the underside of his jaw.

I couldn’t help but reach forward and take him in my hand, my fist barely closing around him. He tilted his head back, releasing a strangled groan. Just as I was about to lean forward to take him in my mouth, he pulled me away from him.

He let out a shuddering exhale and said, “A man can only take so much, have some mercy.”

His chest rose up and down as he watched me. “On your back, baby.”

No matter how many times he said it, my heart warmed at the term of endearment. Almost immediately, he settled in between my legs. He gently tapped his cock against my clit, causing me to hiss.

Gently, he entered me. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut. He slowly stretched me. I gasped as he kept going. He slowed, letting me adjust.

“You look so good taking me like that.” With another push, his hips rested against mine. “Fuck.Fuck you’re so tight.”

I squeezed around him, his hips flinching in response.

“Rosie,” he warned. The authoritative tone he held in class showing up now made me clamp down on him again. “You’re gonna make me come before I have the chance to fuck you the way I want.”

His hips began to move. Slowly at first, almost tenderly. Gradually, he picked up speed, his cock driving into me. I moved my hips, trying to create friction, but I was so deep in desire I could barely do anything but moan.

“I know, I know. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear. “Go on, take my cock. Look at you, acting like you just can’t get enough.”

“Oh fuck, Aiden,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders. His fingers reached down between us, finding my clit with his thumb. He stroked it in time with his thrusts. My back arched, unable to take all the pleasure.

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