Page 61 of Vain
A strangled gasp escapes me as I think about being rushed off my feet all day. I need to take a shower first before?—
I whimper as he nudges my clit with his nose, all negative thoughts slipping away like smoke when he inhales deeply. His tongue darts out to swipe across the bare lips of my pussy.
I reach for his hair, but before I can grasp hold, I find myself airborne for a moment. I end up lying back on the bed with my legs spread wide.
“Such a pretty fucking sight,” he growls before his mouth is on me. He doesn’t start gentle. He devours me with a hungerthat would terrify me if I wasn’t getting swept away in sheer and unadulterated pleasure.
I reach for his hair again, this time finding purchase as I hold him to me, urging him to do his worst. And god, he does. Each swipe of his tongue makes me feel like I’m being broken and remade. A swirling mass of want and need twists and coils in my stomach like a snake ready to strike. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he nips my clit with his teeth and thrusts three fingers inside me. The sharp bite of pain and the feeling of being stretched to my limits have me screaming out my release until my voice is hoarse and my fingers are cramped.
I release my hold on his hair, half worried I’ve pulled out clumps. But that worry goes out the window as his expression unfurls around me, dark and all-consuming.
“I want to fuck you bare.”
I swear to god my womb spasms in response.
He pops open the button of his jeans, his eyes moving down my body to my wet pussy. He shoves his jeans down his legs before pulling off his boots and kicking everything out of the way. He’s not wearing boxers, so I have an unobstructed view of his hard cock pressing against his stomach. I swallow, needing him inside me more than I need my next breath.
“You gonna let me fuck you raw, baby?”
I nod rapidly as he strokes his cock.
“Words, Matilda. I need you to say it out loud because there’s no going back after this.”
“Fuck me, Aiden. Make me yours. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He snarls as he positions himself just inside me before slamming home. I moan into his mouth as he bends down and kisses me, my nails scoring a fiery path down his back as he fucks me into the mattress. It doesn’t take long until I feel that pressure building inside me once more.
“You’re gonna come for me again, Tilly. This time all over my cock.”
It’s not a question. It’s an order, one I’m all too happy to obey. The second he plants himself inside me and I feel him come, I give in to the otherworldly connection weaving us together and let him pull me over the edge with him.
I free fall for what feels like both minutes and hours before everything slips back into focus. He’s still inside me, but his lips have moved to my scarred shoulder. He kisses me with such tenderness it brings tears to my eyes. All the reasons I’ve been holding back crumble to dust as I let go, knowing he’ll catch me.
I love him, though I haven’t had the courage yet to say the words out loud. But it’s more than that. I love who I am when I’m with him. He encourages and empowers me. Instead of making myself small, I stretch my arms wide, telling the world to give its best shot. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him how I feel as he looks up at me.
The second I open my mouth, he frowns. “I forgot about the bath.” He eases out of me before hurrying to the bathroom.
I stare up at the ceiling and dissolve into fits of giggles.
When the water shuts off, I get to my feet, grimacing at just how messy sex is without a condom. I cup myself and waddle into the bathroom like a penguin, all thoughts of being sexy going out the window. When Aiden catches sight of me, it’s his turn to laugh.
“I was coming back to get you.” He chuckles as I indicate that he should turn around. He does, thankfully, without argument, so I can quickly pee and clean myself up.
Once he hears me washing my hands, he turns around and walks up behind me, pressing my back to his front. He takes us in the reflection of the mirror, a satisfied expression on his face.
“This is one of those snapshot moments.”
“Huh?” I lean back into him as his arms circle me, one at my stomach, one across my chest.
“When I’m having a shit day, or when we’ve been so busy we’ve barely caught a minute together…Even the times when we argue over stupid shit that, in the grand scheme of things, just won’t matter, this image right here, of me wrapped around you, is one I’ll picture again and again. I’ll close my eyes, see your soft smile and sexed-up messy hair, and remember just how fucking lucky I am.”
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him down so I can kiss him soundly. Before I can pull back, he swoops me up, making me yelp before gently lowering me into the bubble bath. I take in the lit candles and smile up at him. “You give good boyfriend.”
He winks at me before stepping back, but I grab his wrist.
“Will you take this for me?” I pull the ring off my finger and hand it to him.
He rolls it between his fingers before looking at it. “Pretty.”
