Page 29 of Camera Chemistry
“You’re tense and nervous. I’m going to take the edge off.” It takes a moment, but Maggie seems to understand what I’m asking. She stands and jumps onto the marble, looking at me for her next set of directions. I tilt my head to the side. “Try again, Maggie.”
“What?” She frowns. “What did I do wrong?”
“You want the world to see you, don’t you? Face the windows and spread your legs. I didn’t get to finish my dessert, and now the whole city can watch while I do.”
EIGHTEEN
MAGGIE
My heart racesin my chest and my hands tremble in my lap. A bead of sweat slides down my spine, catching in the waistband of my underwear. Aiden left no mystery to his words, the intent clear and concise. Here, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out to the city, where anyone in neighboring buildings can see, he’s going to go down on me.
I swallow my moan. This is exactly why I came over. This is what I want, what I’vecraved. I knew there wouldn’t be anything sweet or quiet about being with Aiden. It’s going to be loud, earth-shattering, and so vastly different from the prim and proper sex I’ve had in the past.
Until I got into reading, I didn’t think men wanted to go down on their women. Parker never went down on me, not once. Even getting him to do anything with my breasts was like pulling teeth. A chore, one he wasforcedto do. And here’s Aiden, asking me to lie down on his countertop like I’m a buffet he’s going to devour.
I nod—I think? Maybe I don’t. Maybe my body moves on its own volition. I pivot on the gray surface and scoot to the other side, the distance from him feeling like miles.
“Like this?” I’m staring out the glass. Across the street, on the other side of the block, I see a couple setting the table for dinner. In the unit below them, a dog is curled up in a bed. I catch sight of my reflection and see my chest heaving. I look wrecked, and we haven’t started yet.
“Yeah,” he answers. It’s breathless, and he walks so he’s positioned between my legs. His hands land on my knees, and he gently nudges my thighs apart. “Fuck, Maggie. You’re so sexy.”
“Should I—how do you want me?”
“Lie back and relax. Open your legs. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
I’ve entered a catatonic state. My soul leaves my body and I’m watching from above, turned on and nearly frantic. I wiggle my hips and lie back, my shoulder blades connecting with the surface beneath me.
His hand runs up my thigh, from my knee to my hip. He hikes my dress up so my bottom half is on display for Aiden—and the world—to see. I let out a breath. His fingers toy with the underwear I’m wearing, and he runs his palm over the lace, pressing his heel into my clit and rubbing once.
I moan. My back arches off the countertop and my legs fall apart, completely open, completely bared to him. The sound echoes through the quiet room, magnified.
“I like the red.” Aiden presses a kiss to my knee and shoves my underwear to the side. I hear an inhale, then a barrage of expletives. His grip on my hip tightens, fingers pressing into my skin hard enough to leave a mark. I hope they do.
“Aiden,” I whimper. My hand reaches for his arm, finding his shoulder. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific than that. If you want something, Maggie, you can tell me.”
“Please make me come. Finger me. I don’t care, I just need you.” I’m panting now, scarily close to begging.
“I like hearing you say my name. But I’d like it even more if you screamed it.” His finger runs through my slit, enough to tease, enough to taunt, but not enough to satisfy. “Such a beautiful pussy. Look how wet you are. Your underwear is soaked.”
“More. More, Aiden.”
He slides a finger inside me, and the stretch from the single digit is mind-numbing. My ankles hook around his body, tugging him closer. There are no words sufficient for the pleasure pulsing through me. Before I can form a coherent thought, his tongue finds my clit, starting a slow, languid circle. “Fucking delicious.”
It’s…Goodisn’t close. Good is a weak adjective to describe howout of this worldit all feels. Aiden takes his time, learning the combination of flicks of his tongue and curl of his finger that drives me wild. The rhythm that has me chanting his name again and again, sweat rolling between my breasts and my eyes fluttering closed. When I don’t think I can take it anymore, so close to the edge, he adds a second finger, stretching me more, and more,and more.
I cry out and lift off the marble. It’s almost too much. It’s almost painful. I almost ask him to stop, but Aiden pauses, letting me adjust. He rubs my stomach with his left hand, a gentle pressure on my tense muscles. He kisses my thighs and my calves as he starts again, renewed vigor in his strokes.
“Feeling you clench around me is my new favorite thing in the world,” he grinds out, teeth sinking into the soft part of my skin near my hip. “Need you around my cock.”
“So fuck me,” I gasp, threading my hands through his hair.
“Not until you come. Fuck, I want to taste it.”
