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Aidan eases me down onto my back, stretching my arms and bound wrists overhead.
“Need me to cut you loose? Or do you want to keep going?”
Heat radiates off his skin, close enough to sense, but I need the full weight of him on me. My answer comes out breathier than I intend. “Keep going…”
“You’re desperate for me to devour that juicy little cunt, aren’t you?”
“Jesus, Aidan—”
“Yes or no.” The authoritative edge to his voice makes me shiver. That’s new.
“Yes.” I can’t seem to keep still. My hips seek the friction he’s so cruelly withholding. “I want your mouth on me.”
A dark smile creeps across his face as he spreads my thighs. “Be careful what you wish for, babe.”
Chapter 23
Aidan
I feather overLo’s clit, looking up over her soft belly. Her tits are on full display in this position, wrists held over her head. Those generous curves look even better tied up like a gift just for me. I lean back for a moment, enjoying the view and the heady scent of her arousal.
Cielo is making me delirious. I can’t imagine wanting someone more than this. I don’t want to.
Tonight, Lo is all mine. Including her trust. Just binding her wrists is a big deal.
Keeping my promise, I flip her over onto her stomach with her head down, bound wrists in front of her, and perfect bottom high in the air. I move to the foot of the bed, tracing the round swell with my palm. Even the gentle contact crackles with raw sexual energy.
I can’t resist giving her a little spank to remind her that I’m in charge now.
Lo jumps. “Oh!”
Again, I give her a crisp smack. Her arse and thighs jiggle in a way that makes my cock lurch, and a red mark begins to bloom.
While she’s still gasping, I pluck another ice cube from the champagne bucket and place it at the small of her back. Flinching at the cold, Lo sucks in a breath but doesn’t protest. She’s trusting me.
Slowly, I slide the ice cube in circles, then I draw it down her spine, between her cheeks. Drips of water form an abstract pattern on her searing skin. My fingertips tingle with the cold.
Lo squirms and curls her toes when it grazes her. I pull it away and descend on her with my tongue to soothe the cold. She’s delicious. I seek her pleasure as if it’s my own, because it is. Hooking my arms around her thick thighs, I lavish Lo with all the attention she deserves. Probing, sucking, moaning, teasing her with the melting remains of the ice cube. The alternating sensations have her overstimulated, gasping and kicking her legs. I’m making good on my threat. Staying right here until she’s writhing. Tugging against her ribbon restraint. Panting. Begging. Cuming.
“Aidan—ohmygod, yes—” The cry she makes as she presses against my face will echo in my memory forever.
“All those little noises you make drive me wild.” My voice is ragged as I wipe my chin.
Lo’s arse is still on erotic display as she turns to look at my face. “I love it when you moan against me. Your voice alone could probably make me come.”
“I accept that challenge.”
“You want to hear it, don’t you?” A devious smile curls her mouth. “You want me to ask for it.”
“You’re usually the more demanding type,” I reply, skimming an index finger up and down her slit. Lo’s back arches as I gently push in. She’s bound and presented to me like a feast, still wet and quivering with aftershocks. But I want her to want it just as badly as I do. “Ask me.”
“Aidan.” Cielo’s voice trembles. She’s always the collected one and I’m the whimpering mess. Hearing her like this has me at the edge of my control. “Please give it to me.”
“Come here.”
Cielo’s eyes flash with defiance. Submission doesn’t come naturally to her, but tonight, she wants a taste. I give her a stern look and point to the floor in front of me.
She hesitates, biting her bottom lip.
