Page 72 of Beautifully Complicated

“Yes,” he agrees.

Leaning forward, I speak against his lips. “It’s yours, just like the rest of me. You’re the only one who will ever hear it.”

Aiden takes a shaky breath as our mouths meet in a sweet, tender kiss. They stay pressed together, sharing each other’s air, as he adds another finger. This time, he swallows the moan he elicits.

The added pressure feels divine, the slick slide of his fingers coaxing my hips to move a little faster. Grind a little deeper.

“Leanbh.” His name is a plea, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. As much as I want to find the nirvana I know he can give me, I want to take my time getting there. To savor the sensations he’s creating right now, for as long as my body will let me. So I’m not asking for more, though I may be asking for more of the same.

I press my forehead to his and close my eyes, relishing his closeness. The feel of his body underneath mine. The fact that this beautiful man wants me as much as I want him.

“What do you need Maoin?” His fingers advance and retract with exaggerated care while expertly hitting my prostate and sending wave after wave of ecstasy throughout my body.

“Just you.”

“You have me.” With our foreheads touching Aiden’s amber eyes are a bit of a blur, but the intensity of their gaze is just as potent as if they were clear.

This is the start of forever.

True, we’ve discussed our future together, set plans in motion to make it happen, but until now that was just talk. This moment makes it real. A confirmation of that dream.

All those times I asked myself if I was crazy to fall for someone so young, if we were moving too fast, if I was really going to risk everything for him—fade to nothing. They don’t matter, because I know in my heart we belong together.

Aiden may be young, but he’s my equal in every other way. And his youth brings a vitality to my life that I’d long since forgotten about when work started to consume my thoughts. Together, we’ll be able to pursue our passions while reminding each other to have fun. To be happy.

We may be an unlikely couple, but wearemeant to be. There’s no doubt in my mind.

I brush my lips over his and whisper, “Mark me, Leanbh,” before plunging my tongue inside.

Something between a whimper and a growl fills my mouth as he pulls his fingers free, the cushion beside us vibrating as his hand smacks it, searching for the lube that he pushes into my hand. “Get me ready?”

My hands shake as I squeeze out the liquid, not from nerves, though not from excitement either. There’s just something so intimate about his request, adding another layer of depth to an already emotional moment. I know it’s silly—we’re talking about lubing his cock—but it feels like he’s giving me control over his body, a top from the bottom type of scenario, and to me that speaks to our connection and the level of trust we have in each other.

After rubbing my hands together to warm the lube, I take Aiden’s dick in my right hand, dragging it from base to tip and immediately repeating the motion with my left. Over and over, I run each hand up his length, coating it in the liquid that will help him enter me.

Head propped against the back of the couch, Aiden’s eyes drift shut as I stroke him, as if he’s basking in the pleasure of my touch. Enjoying the way it feels to have my hands running over his length with nothing but tender care, and a hint of lust.

“I missed this,” he says softly. “Your hands on me, making me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, Leanbh.” I brush my thumb over his crown. “Stunning actually, with pink cheeks to match your pink nipples.” He sucks in a breath as I give one a gentle pinch then resume lubing his cock.

“I believe you, when you touch me like this.”

I’m not really sure how to respond to that other than to kiss him, so I bring my mouth to his while lining him up to my entrance. Our lips just barely meet, hovering sensually, as I sink onto his length, both of us groaning as we come together.

The fit is snug—Aiden has a nice, thick cock—and for several long moments we just sit there, joined, sharing our air as we wait for our bodies to adapt.

When the initial pressure fades enough that we don’t have to fight back the temptation to come, Aiden looks at me with those rich caramel eyes and says, “Fuck yourself on my cock, Maoin. Use it however it makes you feel good.”

It already feels good, but taking his words to heart, I sit tall and spread my legs a fraction wider so I can take him as deep as our bodies will allow. That slight adjustment makes it so that his shaft brushes against my prostate with hardly any effort at all. I don’t have to bounce on his dick, I can just grind on his length and see fireworks behind my eyelids.

Eyes locked, I roll my hips so slightly it doesn’t look like I’m moving at all, but that subtle rotation has us both groaning in ecstasy. Then I notice Aiden’s lips moving as if he’s murmuring, though no sound comes out.

“Are you counting?” I ask.

“It’s the only way to guarantee I don’t come too soon. Don’t laugh,” he says when he notices the smile trying to take over my face. “Your ass is… And the way your abs clench even though you’re barely moving… Meanwhile your cock is so big and hard and gorgeous and… I think this is my new favorite position.”

I swivel my pelvis while simultaneously trying to push down so I can take him deeper, and once again we both moan rapturously. Aiden reaches for my cock, stroking it leisurely as I delicately grind on his dick.

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