Page 22 of Beautifully Complicated

The forced calm in his voice could be from what I’m doing with my tongue, although I get the distinct feeling it’s not. I’m about to ask a follow-up question when his fingers tunnel into my hair, massaging my scalp as he holds my mouth to his chest.

“That really does feel amazing. All the way in my balls, just like you said.”

Since he brought them up, I slide my hand down his torso, letting my fingertips ghost over his trim waist, his strong quad, his inner thigh. When they reach his sac, I cradle it in my palm.

“Oh, now that’s—" His breath hitches as I knead him languidly “—that’s really incredible. It feels… Holy shit.”

Smiling to myself, I resume my exploration of his nipples while toying with his balls, plumping and tugging and rolling them around my fingers as his soft, erotic moans fill the room.

“These seem like another sensitive area.” I tease my lips along his neck as my hand works his sac. “Are there others I should know about?”

“I’m pretty sure anywhere you touch me will have the same effect.”

“Should we test that?” I nuzzle the base of his ear, and his whole body trembles.

“You’re having way too much fun with your turn.” Aiden’s voice is strained, like he’s fighting to keep his composure though I’ve barely touched him.

So responsive.

“Yes, I am.” Giving his balls some relief, I reach for his cock instead.

Aiden’s hips buck off the mattress with an audible inhale, settling when I treat him to long, leisurely strokes.

Glancing down his gorgeous body, I note how his legs seem to fall to the side, giving me greater access. I’m not sure he’s conscious of it, but either way, it’s a sign he likes my touch, and that has me determined to pleasure him as much as he did me.

“So hard,” I whisper as I fondle him. “So full. See how well you fit in my hand?”

“Mmm,” Aiden hums dreamily, making me realize I said that aloud. I’m briefly embarrassed by the admission but relax when it appears he agrees. Besides, it’s true. His cock in my hand, in my ass, body next to mine… Any way you look at it, we do seem to fit well together.

“I like this.” Aiden’s soft voice halts my wayward thoughts.

“This?”

“Laying here while you touch me.” It’s not just his face that flushes pink, but his whole chest.

It takes a moment for his words to register, and when they do, they offend me on his behalf. “You’re always the giver?”

He nods almost imperceptibly.

“Not tonight.”

Knowing he’s never been adored the way he should be, I take my time exploring every inch of his sweet body. Releasing his dick—for now—I rub my hand over his flat chest, intermittently circling or pinching a nipple, but mostly just caressing his smooth skin. Waking the nerves beneath the surface.

Aiden seems to drift into a contented state, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, a soft hum punctuating the occasional sigh.

My hand drifts lower, mapping the taut muscles of his abs, swirling around his belly button. He sucks in a breath when I near his hip bones, a ticklish spot, but since this is supposed to be a sensual exercise, I don’t dawdle there. I just let my hand lazily roam over his creamy skin, indulging myself as much as him.

Though there’s nothing inherently sexual about my touch, Aiden’s cock is a steel rod pointing to the sky between his legs, and while there’s so much of him to admire, my gaze keeps drifting back to it.

Slightly paler than the rest of him, its girth is impressive, its length slightly above average. I’m tempted to take it in my grip, to feel the stiffness of it in my hand as I stroke it. Yet I don’t want to rush, so I trail my fingertips along his thighs, watching it twitch as if to say,me next.

I’ll get there soon enough.

Fingers roving languorously, I take advantage of his relaxed state to pepper kisses over his silky skin. Over his pecs, down his torso, at the base of his cock. There’s no rhyme or reason to my exploration, although there is an ulterior motive. To discover every sensitive spot I can. And when Aiden seems to tense, I know I’ve found one, so I pay it special attention, adding my tongue to the kiss.

If I thought he looked angelic before, he’s downright ethereal now; long black lashes brushing the top of his cheeks, full lips parted slightly, subtle—almost imperceptible—undulations as my mouth dances over his skin.

Beautiful.

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