Page 73 of Beautifully Complicated

“Damn you’re sexy like this.” His fingers graze along my length.

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“My pale, innocent face is not sexy. Not like your dark, mysterious look.”

“Your pale, innocent face does look sort of angelic.” His hand stills on my shaft as his eyes grow wide, and I have to bite back a coy smile as I finish my point. “It makes me want to corrupt you, but you’re already corrupt, aren’t you?” He hisses as I finger one of his nipples.

“You think I’m corrupt?”

“It was your idea for me to fuck myself on your cock.” I arch a knowing brow.

“True. I wasn’t expecting you to go so slow.” His thumb circles my crown.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. But it’s been so long I was expecting you to ride me hard. This is a different kind of torture.” His hand glides along my shaft.

“How so?”

“Hard and fast I just have to hold my breath to hold back. But slow is unpredictable. Erotic as hell, but the pleasure spikes out of nowhere.” He clenches his teeth when I swivel my pelvis, and I have to fight back a proud smile.

“You did tell me to make myself feel good.”

“I know,” he grits as he reaches for the lube, squirting a healthy drop onto his fingers and rubbing them together before he puts them around my shaft again. “And I love it. Too much.”

His slick fingers trace up and down my length, a faint touch I find myself arching my hips forward to chase.

Little tease.

I fight the urge to try to fuck my cock into his hand, concentrating instead on the refined movements that seem to be just as potent as riding him hard. All the while his fingers do unspeakable things to my dick. Tracing it, drawing circles on it, occasionally giving it a good pump. Coupled with the constant pressure on my prostate I’m rapidly climbing to a precipice I didn’t want to reach yet, which is mind boggling considering this is the most lazy, understated sex I’ve ever had.

But I think it’s making me harder than I’ve ever been. Being joined, touching each other with no urgency, has tension steadily mounting in my groin, so even though I’m not trying to reach the finish, I might get there.

“Leanbh,” I moan as those magic fingers stroke my length. Once again, I don’t know if I’m asking for more or more of the same, I just can’t stay silent while I’m hovering in such a blissful state.

“What do you need?”

I love that he asks. Love that he’s so willing to give. I only wish I knew what I wanted.

“Is my dick making you feel good Maoin?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you need me to make yours feel good?” No sooner are the words out of his mouth than I realize that’s what I want. Right now, I’m full but also incomplete, something he seemed to sense even before I did.

God, I love this man.

“Yes, Leanbh. I need that.”

Aiden fists my cock, his firm grip completing the circle that will truly make us one, and I let out the most carnal moan I’ve ever uttered.

The friction on my shaft is an instant trigger to move, and my hips punch forward without warning, each push spearing my dick through his fist as I clench down on his length.

“Oh God. Oh fuck.” Aiden’s head thrashes on the cushion as his pelvis jolts upward, chasing the tight confines of my channel.

He links the fingers of his left hand with mine as his right constricts around my shaft, the lube he put there earlier making it possible for me to fuck his fist with reckless abandon.

“Make me yours Leanbh,” I cry as I thrust, pounding into his hand as I contract around his shaft.

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