Page 18 of After the Rain
I’m hungry for him. Starving really.
Aidan kisses me like he’s drowning, and I’m the air he needs to breathe. I meet his kisses with the same passion. His hands roam over my whole body, sadly, over my clothes, but we’ll get to that part. I don’t want to rush this. We’ve both been waiting for this, and I want it to last.
His kisses are slow, and he pulls back only enough to rest his forehead on mine, his lips brushing against mine as he asks,
“Are you sure about this, baby? The studio isn’t conditional.”
I cut off his silly comment with a gentle kiss.
“I know it’s not, Aidan. You’re not that guy. And yes, I’m sure.” My hands have returned to cupping his face, something they seem to do involuntarily. “I know I freaked out last time we started something, but I’ve been doing better.” My voice is earnest, and his nod tells me he agrees. I had honestly feared that after Dan assaulted me, I would never want to have sex again. If for no other reason than the physical pain he left me in was so intense that I had been terrified of feeling anything like that again. My therapy sessions have been so important in helping me rationalise that fear, and, aside from anything else, I can see now that I feel so much safer with Aidan than I ever did with Dan. Our gazes hold, and I will him to see the truth in my next words. “It was never about me not wanting you. How could I not want you? You are, literally, the best thing that has ever happened to me. And now, I’m ready for this to be…” I hesitate, hoping like hell that he’s in the same place I am. “I’m ready for more. If that’s something you want, too?”
I can feel a knot forming in my chest, a ball of nerves as I wait for his reply. Fuck! Have I completely miscalculated? I don’t think I have, but past experience would suggest that I’ve madethis mistake before and barely got out in one piece. His eyes are roaming over my face. He’s caging me in with his forearms on either side of my head. And then…
Then he whispers just one word that evaporates the ball in my chest and almost lifts me off the bed with relief.
“Finally.”
All of a sudden, we’re not being gentle anymore. His kiss is intense, his tongue demanding as it explores my mouth. The taste of him is just so… Aidan. I think I could survive on it for the rest of my life. He leans up on his knees and reaches back to pull his hoodie off before tossing it to the side of the bed. His T-shirt has gone with it, and I’m staring up at his chest. His gorgeous, solid, muscular chest with the most enticing, thick hair covering his pecs and a heavy trail leading down his abs to the waist of his jeans. I want to lick that trail; bury my face in his chest, and feel that hair, rough against my cheeks. So, I do.
I sit up and grab his shoulders, pushing him so he knows where I want him to go. There’s no way I could move him myself, so he helps me out, and, in a second, I’m sat up straddling his thick thighs while he folds his arms behind his head and gazes up at me with heat – and something else I’m too terrified to name in case I’m wrong –in his eyes.
I grab the hem of my – his – hoodie and pull it up over my head, only, my T-shirt gets tangled up with it, and then I’m stuck inside it. Aidan giggles, a sound I’ve never heard from him before, and boy, does it do things to me. I feel his fingers trailing gently up my sides, my skin rising in goosebumps with every inch of skin he touches.
“Need some help?” he asks, teasingly, then he grabs the hoodie and frees me from my self-imposed prison of fabric. He lies back down, his hands rubbing up and down my denim-clad thighs. He smiles at me and asks, “You OK?”
It’s then that I realise I’m just sat here staring down at him, feasting my eyes on him. “More than fine,” I reply huskily. I lean forward and kiss him again. His mouth is just too tempting. Then I trail kisses down his jaw, his neck, before burying my face in all that glorious chest hair. I find one of his nipples with my lips and tease it gently with my tongue. He sucks in a harsh breath when my teeth graze over the bud. I lay more kisses across his chest as I go in search of the other nipple and do the same. Then, I head south. My lips tingle from the abrasion of his furry abs, and it’s the most delicious sensation. I can’t wait to feel that on the inside of my thighs. But not now. Now, I want to taste him.
I tease the skin at his waistband with kissesand nips while my trembling fingers undo his button and zipper. I look up and catch his gaze to check that this is OK. His expression burns my soul, and I know he wants this as badly as I do.
I peel his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips, with a little help from Aidan, and tug them off his legs. I tug his boots and socks off with them, messily, and when I turn back around, straddling his shins now, I see Aidan fully exposed to me for the first time. And fuck me. Aidan is a big guy, and his cock is – proportionate. His delicious length must be eight, maybe nine inches, and it’s thick. It stands straight up, resting in a thick thatch of dark hair, and I swear, my mouth waters.
I lean forward and take him in my hand tentatively. His breath catches and he mutters a soft curse as I lean down and tease his slit with my tongue, the salty taste of the precum there making me groan.
“Fuck, Rain. Baby.” Oh, we’ll get to that part. But not yet.
I lick up and down the underside of his length, feeling his hardness pulse in the thick vein there. He tastes deliciously musky. In my desperation to make him feel good, I finish teasing him with my tongue and take him fully into my mouth, swallowing him down all the way to the root. One thing I’ve never struggled withis a gag reflex. I take him down into my throat, my nose touching the hairs at the base of him, and Aidan arches up off the bed, one hand bracing behind him while the other strokes my hair ever so softly. He doesn’t push me or hold me down. His touch is reverent as I move up and down his solid length. Spit and precum mix on his length and in my mouth making it easier to move up and down his dick. I can feel his tip right in my throat, and I hold myself there for a few seconds as I swallow around him. As my throat clenches around him, I hear Aidan growl, and my own dick reacts by getting even harder than it already is.
Aidan’s breathing is shallow and after a few minutes of swallowing that delicious cock, he pulls me off him and drags me up his body, kissing me fiercely on the mouth. I whine a little at having my new favourite snack taken away from me, and he chuckles a laugh through his nose.
“I didn’t want to come yet. You feel too good.” He kisses me again before he says, breathlessly, “Your turn.”
He bodily flips me until I’m flat on my back again, and he makes quick work of removing my jeans. Thank fuck I’m not wearing any underwear today. I’m not sure if Aidan is ready for the whole lace underwear conversation. I’ve been hiding my lingerie and handwashing it piece by piece whenhe isn’t around. I don’t have many pairs, but I haven’t had enough time to wash all of them and get them dry before he might surprise me.
So, commando it is, and the growl he makes when he discovers me naked beneath my jeans suggests he’s not at all bothered.
“You’re so beautiful, Rain. I can’t believe I get to see you like this.” He kisses me again, his weight pressing me deliciously into the mattress. “I’ve never seen anyone so perfect.”
His words heal something inside me that I didn’t know was broken. I drag him down to me and kiss him hard. “You’re hardly one to talk. You’re so sexy. I love this hair,” I say, reverently carding my fingers through the hair on his chest. I love a lot more than just his chest hair, but I don’t want to run him off already with my neediness.
“Good,” he growls before kissing me again. His hot, wet tongue explores every inch of my mouth before blazing a trail down the entire, smooth length of my body. I’ve always been naturally smooth. I have a pale fuzz on my legs, but other than that, I’m not very hairy. I never have been. Aidan seems to like it. It feels like he’s touching me everywhere. He very well may be.
Within seconds, his hot mouth is engulfing my leaking dick, and I thrust up involuntarily. My dick is probably six inches – much closer toaverage, I’m sure, but again, proportionate – so luckily, I don’t inadvertently choke Aidan with it. He groans around my length, as he sucks me with fervour. His eyes meet mine, and if there is a more perfect sight in the world than Aidan Foster with his lips around my length and that warm expression in his eyes fixed on me, then I don’t know what it is.
Aidan sucks me deeply, slowly, reverently. His eyes roll back before he closes them and groans in pleasure. The fact that he is enjoying this as much as I am makes me so happy. Dan never went down on me. Not once. I’ve only experienced this a few times with a couple of random hook-ups before I met him. This experience with Aidan, though, blows every single one of those out of the water.
His mouth is hot and wet, and I can feel every lick of his tongue teasing my slit, licking around my tip, and stroking the underside of my cock as he swallows me whole. Fuck, if he carries on like this I’m going to come.
He pulls off me when my breathing starts to speed up, and I quickly tug him back up for more kisses. He tastes slightly salty now from the precum I was leaking while he sucked me, and it makes my dick twitch again.
