Page 52 of Winning the Nightcap

“Oh fuck.” I let out a moan when he continues to tease me, rubbing small, light-pressured circles against my clit. I lean back on the cold tile of the shower wall, tilting my head up toward the ceiling, my eyes closing involuntarily. My entire body lights up under his touch. I glance down to watch him slowly push a finger inside of me, filling me not nearly the way I need. I’m ravenous for him. I can’t help but grind against his palm, seeking out more friction, more pressure, which he graciously gives by pressing another finger inside, pumping slowly. Encouraged by my unmistakable agreement, becoming louder every second, his movements intensify.

“Look at you, beautiful. You’re riding my fingers like a goddess. Fucking soaking my hand.”

Aiden lifts my left leg, hooking my knee over his shoulder, and he lowers his mouth to my center, licking my clit, and I scream out. My hands shoot down to grip him roughly by his wet hair. He devours me, and I give as good as I get, shamelessly grinding myself into his starved mouth, the scratch of his stubble on my inner thighs onlyheightening the sensation. The warm water from the shower now envelops us in steam and I lose all sense of self, surrendering to the feel of his warm tongue exploring me and his fingers fucking me, making me writhe against him, unable to hold back my moans.

The pressure builds quickly, consuming me. Aiden’s other hand digs into my ass, telling me he’s not stopping until I give him what he’s after, leaving me teetering on the edge. “Aiden, I…I’m gonna…” My mouth drops open and I gasp as I come harder than I ever have in my life. It’s impossible to keep his name from my lips. I call it out between moans and expletives, the words almost drowning beneath the hum of the water raining down beside us. He continues licking me, his fingers keeping pace, allowing me to ride out my orgasm until my knees are weak and I’m left staring up at the ceiling.

“Holy fucking shit…” I pant. I look down to see Aiden pull away from me, licking his lips and smirking up at me. If it’s even possible, I feel another rush of wetness pool between my thighs at the sight of him like this.

I grip him by the collar of his soaked shirt and pull him to his feet, hastily tearing it off and tossing it to join the growing pile of discarded clothes. His dark eyes are focused on me, his expression unmoving. I tug on his belt, releasing the clasp. Unable to wait any longer, I reach down to palm him through his pants, finding him hard as steel. His breath catches at the contact, and his jaw clenches as his eyes close.

Driven by the need to taste him, I hurry to unbutton and unzip his pants, shoving them to the ground, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. I stare at him, needing a second to take him in. His body is lean and strong from what I assume is rigorous training. His arms, chest, stomach, and thighs are corded with toned muscle. “Like what you see?” Aiden lets out a small laugh while dropping his briefs to the ground. He steps out of his clothes and kicks them aside. I’m sure I’d laugh at myself too. I’m pretty sure my jaw is hanging open.

“I’ve never seen a body like yours. You’re unreal,” I say. “Yeah, I really like what I see, Aiden.” I trail my hands along the ridges of his lower abdomen and set my eyes on his as I drop slowly to my knees. “But I want a closer look…”

I watch his chest rise and fall quickly as I lower one hand to the base of his thick shaft. I lightly draw my fingers up and down his impressive length, swiping my thumb underneath the tip, feeling a bead of precum smooth over the head, causing his abs to flex. When I return to his base, I grip him more firmly, looking up to watch him as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and start to lick and suck, taking more of him into my mouth with each pass. Groaning, one of his hands finds its way to the back of my head, wrapping a section of my wet hair around his fist. Not pushing me but guiding me.

His size makes it difficult, but I close my eyes and work to fit as much of him in my mouth as I can until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I work the rest of him with my hand.

“Shit, Bec. Your fucking mouth…” I look up to find Aiden’s heady gaze set on me before shutting my eyes again. “Look at me.” I flick my eyes back up to him, not stopping my movements. “So incredible. But fuck, if you don’t stop now, this will be over before either of us wants it to be.”

Encouraged by his praise, and how fucking powerful and turned on I feel bringing a man like Aiden to his knees for me, I work even harder to fit his length as far as I can, and then I swallow with him at the back of my throat, pushing him closer to the edge. I lower my hand to his balls, running my finger between them. I look up to find his eyes closed and his other hand pressed into the tiled wall behind me in a fist. He groans as he pulls away, releasing himself from my mouth and leaving me breathless. He tips my chin up with his fingers running his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Stand up, beautiful. We’re nowhere near finished,” he murmurs,turning off the water.

He takes my hand and pulls me to stand. Aiden grabs a towel that’s hanging outside the glass shower, wrapping it around me and allowing me a minute to pat myself dry and quickly wring my hair to avoid it dripping all over. He quickly runs the towel over himself as well, hardly taking his eyes off me. When we finish, Aiden tosses the towel aside and wraps his strong, calloused hand around my lower back, pulling me into his solid body. He lowers his forehead to mine and runs his other hand over the back of my head to my neck.

“Tell me I can have you, Bec.”

“Fuck me, Aiden,” I whisper. I run my fingers through his hair as he smothers me in another passionate kiss. He breaks away suddenly, leading me by our joined hands out of the shower and into his adjoining bedroom.

Having been caught up in his kiss on the way in, I’m just now seeing his room for the first time, though it takes my eyes a minute to adjust. Despite the fact that the lights are off, the room is aglow from the downtown lights filtering through the windows.

Across from where we exit the bathroom, there’s a king-size bed with a luxurious black duvet and a stack of pillows across the wrought iron headboard. On one side of the room is another wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The high ceilings accentuate and magnify the glimmer from the gorgeous skyline, twinkling and winking at us. The night sky is full of pillowing dark gray clouds. The storm continues to rage on, droplets of water running down the windows, blurring the lights below.

The furnishings are minimal but elegant, a dresser topped with a mirror, a small, cushioned ottoman at the foot of the bed, and a plush rug to pull it all together. The corner of the room also has an oversized chair draped in a blanket and a few more pillows. The entire ambience is dark and warm, soft and comfortable. The style feels modern butcozy.

Without a conscious thought to do so, I walk closer to the view, drawn to the beautiful sight below me, and raise my hand to gloss over the cold glass.

Aiden approaches behind me, giving me goose bumps, awareness flowing through my limbs at his proximity. His hand presses mine against the glass, and I’m caught between the scorching heat radiating off his skin and the chill from the window. I feel his breath along my neck, a rush of adrenaline throughout my body, and a tightening in the base of my stomach.

“You’re stunning, Bec. Every time I look at you, I find it hard to breathe. I want to give you everything. I want you to have it all.”

I reach my free hand behind me to wrap around the back of his neck, the front of his body is pressed against my back, and I turn my face to the side so I can see him. His confession causes desire to strike me low in my belly.

I offer a confession of my own in reply. “I want everything you have to give. Don’t hold back.” I lean my head back against his strong shoulder and arch my back, pressing my bare ass back into his pelvis, grinding into him firmly.

Aiden lets out a deep groan at the movement, wrapping his free hand around my hip, pulling me back against him harder, his stiff cock resting between my thighs, along my slit. My hips instinctively start to grind back and forth along his length. I can feel my wetness coating his shaft, easing the movements.

“Fuck, Bec, you’re dripping. Is this soaked pussy all for me?” His fingers grip my hip harder, driving me to quicken my pace, rotating my hips so my clit hits the head of his cock with each pulse. His filthy words escalate my arousal.

“God yes, it’s all for you. Please.”

Aiden immediately responds to my plea, pulling away briefly onlyto turn me around, lift me into his arms, and take several powerful steps away from the window to toss me across his plush bed. My body bounces on impact, and before I have a moment to adjust from the fall, Aiden crawls toward me and covers my body with his, lining up with my center. My knees fall open for him, my body welcoming him to where I’ve wanted him for so long.

Our lips meet in a starving kiss, surrendering to what we both want. We’re a tangled mess of greedy limbs, hands, and tongues. Aiden pulls away quickly, and I go to protest before I realize he’s stepping away to grab a condom from his nightstand. He sheaths himself and my mouth waters at the sight of his body.

He returns to bed to lie on top of me and mutters in a gravelly voice, “Eyes on mine, gorgeous. I want to watch you fucking fall apart. I need to see it, and I need to hear you.”

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