Page 32 of Camera Chemistry
“Yeah.” I rub my clit in a circle. “I’m close.”
“You first. You finish first, Maggie. Always.”
The selflessness, the look in his eyes as he watches me with awe, and the feel of his weight in my handsends me over the edge again. It’s not as long lasting as the first orgasm, but it’senough.
Aiden tugs on my hair, bringing my lips back to his length. With a deep breath, I take him all the way into my mouth so he hits the back of my throat. He lets out a moan and I taste him, the salty, sticky sign of a man ravished and thoroughly satisfied sitting on my tongue, a flavor I’ve forgotten and missed.
“Fuck,” he pants. He tilts my chin back carefully, scanning my face. “Are you okay?”
I take a second to answer, swallowing before I smile and lean forward to kiss him. “Never better.”
“I think you’re forgetting something.”
My cheeks flame and I bite my lip. “Thank you, Aiden.”
“Atta girl.”
TWENTY
AIDEN
I’m treading a veryslippery slope here.
The more time I spend with Maggie, the less I want her to leave. It’s not just because she just gave me the best blow job of my life, either. It’s because she feelsrighthere. In the kitchen, over a bowl of pasta. In my bedroom, on her knees, looking up at me with glazed-over eyes and waiting for more. I just finished, but I feel invincible, like a man who’s unbeatable and not someone who’s forty-five. I think I could go for hours, the sounds of Maggie’s moans spurring me on.
“Get on the bed,” I say. I’ve never been one to care about being in charge, preferring to both leadandfollow, but as I watch her climb on the mattress and crawl across the duvet, I think I like the idea of being the one calling the shots.
She stays on all fours, and it’s the first time I get a good look at her ass. It’s a glorious thing, round and pert with spankable cheeks, and I want to bite the smooth plane of pale skin. I walk to the bed and move behind her. Gently, I push on her lower back so her chest drops to the sheets. Her ass lifts in the air, an offering to me.
“Spread your legs wider. I want to see every inch of you, Maggie. There you go,” I say through an exhale as she does as I ask. “That’s my fucking girl.”
She moans at the praise, knees nearly buckling as she adjusts herself to a more open position. I trace down her spine, over each vertebrae, taking my time to learn her. I give her ass a squeeze and pinch one of her nipples.
“Look at this pretty pussy waiting for me. Christ, you’re practically dripping.”
“Dripping for you, Aiden,” she answers, and I almost blow a load right there at her unfiltered admission. “I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Please.
Every single time she says that word, I want to give her exactly what she wants, and more. If she wants me to fuck her, then I’m going tofuck her, so she’ll never forget the first guy who ate her out. The first guy to run his finger between her ass cheeks as she comes on my cock, a tease of something else she might want to add to her list one day. The man who’s going to rock her world and leave her sore, unable to walk straight for days.
I fumble with the condoms I laid out on the nightstand. I grab one and rip the wrapper open with unsteady hands. I work it down my length and press a kiss to her shoulder blade.
“I want you to touch your clit while I sink into you for the first time,” I say. I grab a fistful of her hair to tilt her neck back, and Maggie lets out a gasp. “And don’t forget your magic words.”
She nods, a quick jerk of her head, and I watch her hand disappear between her legs. “Thank you, Aiden.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
I line up at her entrance, taking a deep breath to school myself.Fuck, I’m nervous. I don’t know why. I’ve done this before. Hundreds of times. Remembering how Maggie’s ex never or satisfied her awakens a competitive beast inside of me. I want this to be perfect for her, because she deserves it.
I tease her at first, using my head to run through her slit. She’s sowet. I know I’m not going to last long when I’m buried inside of her and feel how tight she is. I rock my hips forward half a degree, and suddenly I’m in her. Maggie cries out, nearly tumbling forward. I loop my arm around her middle to keep her upright, and kiss her neck.
“I got you,” I murmur. “I promise.”
It takes a minute for us both to get acclimated. I move in half an inch, then pause. Half an inch, then pause. It’s exquisite, so warm and tight, and soon I’m one thrust away from being fully seated. We fit together perfectly.
“Aiden,” she groans. “Move. I need to feel you.”
