Sinful Ever After - Vivian Wood Page 0,63

I ache for what I know is coming.

I’ve seen enough movies to know that he is about to eat me out. I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second. His nose tickles the inside of my thigh.

I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the too-needy flesh he finds there.

Aiden glances at me, still smirking. “If you like what I’m doing, if you want more of something, I expect you to tell me. Moan, use words, whatever feels right.”

I don’t know what else to do but nod. As he slowly kisses my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat. It feels natural, so I just go for it.

He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisper yes when he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft sounds leave my throat.

All the while, he keeps leading me down a path, driving me wilder and wilder with desire, until…

I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. Aiden is already kissing his way up my body, getting to his feet. I turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.

He takes it greedily, his breath tasting deep and earthy and charged, the flavor a little like putting my tongue on a battery. It’s my taste, I realize with a start. I have a flavor of my very own.

His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shoulders down to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more. I still want him.

I cling to his shoulders with one arm as I fumble with his jeans with the other, smoothing my fingers down his back to his bare ass. Now I’ve lost some of my shyness, exploring the shape of his ass boldly. It’s dense muscle, lean and smooth just like every other place on his body that I’ve touched.

Aiden moves back an inch, pushing his jeans down to reveal his cock. Thick and long and nothing short of glorious, his cock jumps at my touch. Curious, I feel the weight of it in my palm.

He bites his lower lip and allows my inquisitive touch for a moment. When I curl my fingers around his cock and give it an experimental stroke though, he hisses and stops my hand.

“Not this time, Olive,” he manages, looking a little strangled.

My eyes widen and I pull my hand back. “Did I hurt you?”

He chuckles a little, shaking his head. He cups my jaw, looking into my eyes. “No. I just… I have fantasied about this moment so much. I’m already primed and ready to go. It won’t take much to set me off, and I want to be able to last for you.”

That surprises me. “Oh,” is the only thing I can think of to say, but I have a million questions.

He’s fantasized about this moment?

And here I never thought he would give in…

The next second Aiden puts those thoughts out of my mind by leaning down and kissing me passionately. He pushes me back on the bed more, then takes his cock from my grip and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my slippery core. We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. It’s a little uncomfortable for me, if I’m honest. Having so much weight crushed against me and being so intimately stretched out is awkward and almost painful.

But I trust Aiden; he has only brought me pleasure so far. If he says that I’ll like fucking, I undoubtedly will.

“God damn,” he murmurs. “You are so fucking tight, Olivia.”

The reverent look on his face excites me. I provide something that he wants, which is new and exhilarating for me.

“Keep going,” I whisper.

He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning