Page 68 of Unmasking Love
“What do you mean?”
He turns to me and it almost looks like he’s embarrassed.
“C’mon Aiden, you can tell me.” I say softly as I step next to him, shoulder to shoulder.
“I love vintage furniture. But not like antiques. I love fixing it up. Restoring it.”
“You do? That’s so interesting. What got you into that?”
“I lived above a shop that did that kind of work in Chicago and on off-days I’d hang out. I learned a lot and helped refurbish a few pieces. If I couldn’t play hockey again that’s what I’d love to do; coach young goalies and restore furniture.”
“I love that. And, I think I might like to see you in a tool belt.”
“Anything is better than this terrible mustard suit.” He jokes and slings an arm over my shoulders pulling me into a half hug. "So, what’s your vision for the renovation?" Aiden asks me and I look up to meet his eyes. They’re focused on me and his intensity, and proximity, is a little unnerving.
"I'd carefully gut the place.” I say as I slide out from under his arm and start walking the room. “I'd move the kitchen here to the back of the house and make this whole area a large living space. Then upstairs would be three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I'd try to keep as much of the original moldings and fixtures as I could but the electrical needs to be replaced in the whole building. Plumbing too. It's a really big project."
"Seems like it," Aiden smiles and then he holds his hand back out to the door. "Let's go up and get you packed." His eyes flash down to my legs. "I bet you're getting cold."
"Alittle," I shrug and lock up behind him. I walk up the stairs first and feel my entire body flush when I realize his face is right at ass level. He's probably getting a peek under my skirt. It's too dark for him to tell my underwear is soaked through but part of me thinks he already knows.
Aiden sits on my bed as I put some clothes in a bag. "You're probably not going to need these," he holds up the pair of pajama pants I just set on the bed.
"No? Those are my sleepover pajamas." I tell him as I walk over and take them out of his hand. Before I can stuff them back into my bag he grabs my wrist and pulls me between his legs. His large hands reach up and he brushes my hair away from my face.
Acting on instinct, I lean down and kiss him. My knees nearly buckle as we connect. The magic of this kiss travels through my body. Aiden's hands slide down my body and when he reaches my thighs he pulls and guides me so I'm straddling him. When I sink down into his lap he groans deliciously.
I whimper.
The power trip of turning him on is intoxicating.
Aiden rolls back and pulls me on top of him. He reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties down. They get stuck on my thighs because I'm straddling him so I lift up and help shimmy them off. Before I can settle back down onto his thighs he lifts me towards him, higher on the bed.
"Ride my face Harper. Fuck. I need to taste you." All my bones melt at his words.
I crawl up the bed and stop when my thighs bracket his face. He reaches around and pulls me open as I sink down.
He places open mouth kisses along my outer labia and when he spreads my lips and blows a cool stream of air on my clit, I nearly scream. I barely have a chance to catch my breath when his tongue presses flat against me. My hips jerk and Aiden presses harder.
Hepulls back and our eyes connect. Entire conversations pass between us in the charged silence. His chest is heaving under my ass. My own breaths are labored and I know we've only just begun.
I peek over my shoulder and see his erection tenting his mustard suit pants. My mouth waters. Before I can ask permission I tilt to the side and off of Aiden.
"Where are you going?" He asks as I turn and line up my face to his cock. "Harper, you don't have to." He says.
"I want to." I admit and I slide him out. My hand strokes gently up and down his shaft and his hands flip my skirt up over my hips. I line up over his face again before licking the head of his cock and pulling it into my mouth. He’s salty and smooth on my tongue and I crave more.
"Holy shit, Harper," Aiden curses quietly and again I ride the high of being the one to turn him on like this. He curls up to lavish my pussy in kisses and nips and sucks and licks.
My head bobs up and down his length and I savor the spill of precum that hits my tongue. When I hum my satisfaction, Aiden’s grip on my legs turns rough and everything intensifies.
We both seem to be racing the other to completion.
I cup and massage his balls.
He strokes my perineum.
I hollow out my cheeks around him.
