Page 16 of Beautifully Complicated

“We don’t seem bound by eras when it comes to movies.” It’s a simple observation, yet I suspect he finds it just as meaningful as I do given our current circumstances.

“True,” he muses as his fingers resume their discovery.

We fit in so many ways… I’d fall for this man if there weren’t so many years between us.

Shoving that thought from my mind, I give myself over to Aiden’s touch, drifting to a pleasantly aroused state as he explores. Thoroughly.

Under his ministrations, a tantalizing hum makes itself at home from the waist down. Wave after wave of bliss roiling through me with each stroke on my cock, each press of his finger.

As he works his way deeper into my body, Aiden occasionally moves his hand from my shaft to my sac, massaging my balls with a tender touch. The combination of pushing and pulling and squeezing has me so entranced I feel weightless. Overrun by a floating sensation that pulls a contented sigh from my chest.

Is this what Aiden meant when he talked about snowboarding? Probably not, but this feels so euphoric if snowboarding is even a fraction as incredible as this, he could probably convince me to try it.

I’m vaguely aware of the fact my rock-hard cock is pointing to the sky while the rest of me is virtually boneless, and I’m shocked to realize I’ve got no shame about that. I sort of love it, being at Aiden’s mercy while he takes me to nirvana with a single finger.

Is it him, or just the fact I’ve been celibate for so long?

That’s a question I could get lost in, if Aiden didn’t pick this moment to crook his finger in acome-hithermotion, causing me to practically launch off the bed.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as my heartbeat thunders in my ears.

Aiden pulls his finger back and releases my dick, withholding all pleasure, and to my horror I whimper.Whimper.

“Don’t worry, I’m not finished.” He shoots me a flirty smile as he gives his own cock a few leisurely strokes. “I’m just giving you time to get your bearings.”

“Is that your way of saying I’m old?”

Aiden glides his hand soothingly over my thigh. “That’s my way of saying you’re so responsive I’m going to have to take my time.”

Biting back a derisive snort I say, “I love that you’re so polite, but you just had your finger up my ass so it’s really not necessary.”

Crawling over me, Aiden leans down to peck my lips. “Remember what I said about sensitive spots? How we all have them?”

I hum my agreement since I can’t speak with his mouth brushing over mine.

“Right now, I’m finding all yours. When you have the chance to explore mine, you’ll find out I can be just as responsive.” He nips at my bottom lip. “So, no more talk about age, okay?”

Despite wanting to marvel at the wisdom he already possesses, I tamp that thought down and nod my head. “Okay.”

Aiden gives me another long, lingering kiss, before scooting back between my legs. He adds more lube to his fingers as those amber eyes meet mine with unabashed lust. “I’m adding another finger this time.”

My head bobs in agreement, and I do my best to relax as two fingers breach my channel. The burn is more acute this time, but it fades almost as quickly as it comes on, I’m assuming because my body has already started to remember how much it likes this.

Once again, my eyes fall shut as he pushes deeper, kneading the delicate tissue that leads to my hypersensitive bundle of nerves. He subtly probes that spot, igniting a series of pleasurable ripples that aren’t strong enough on their own to tip me over the edge, but have my cock twitching with need.

I don’t have a musical bone in my body, yet right now, I feel like an instrument being lovingly tuned by a master. Sure, strong fingers plucking me with fragile ease, until they find that elusive note, and play it to perfection.

Jesus, he’s turned me into a poet. And as a science guy, I fucking hate poetry.

My spine bows up as Aiden brushes his fingers over my prostate, a surge of euphoria causing my limbs to seize so hard they start to cramp. I shift restlessly, whether to increase the pressure or relieve myself of it I’m not sure, but the effect is a tidal wave of harmony so intoxicating my muscles give and my back crashes to the mattress.

A moan that can only be described as sultry passes between my lips, though it seems to echo throughout the room long after I’m out of breath to make the sound. Opening my eyes, I see Aiden kneeling over me, gaze focused on where we’re joined. Lips parted to release the hum of his arousal, his smooth, angelic face pink and flushed with desire.For me.

That realization is so potent I’m unable to stop my hips from rocking onto his hand in a rhythm that matches the pace of his thrusts. Though it’s a subtle movement, it’s enough to have him withhold his touch.

“Noooo,” I complain when I’m empty.

“We’re still not done,” he grits as he fists his shaft and gives it a few pulls. That—and pupils blown so wide I can’t see the caramel of his irises—the only clues that his control is just as precarious as mine.

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