Sinful Ever After - Vivian Wood Page 0,64

to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.

Aiden takes my breast in one hand, plucking at the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flames start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.

“Ohh,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that. “I want… more. Fuck me harder, Aiden.”

He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second. He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own every single place that my fingers touch.

Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.

It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple. Aiden groans and pushes my hand aside, slipping his hand down between us.

He brushes my clit, the sensation like a live wire. I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders. He punctuates each thrust by stroking my clit.

“Come for me,” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.

I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for some unknown goal. “Aiden… I…”

I reach a sudden cliff, running up one side and launching myself off. That’s what coming feels like — falling down a deep, dark crevasse, seizing up, my whole body shaking and clamping down. Feeling a million tiny jolts of sensation overwhelming my entire system, all at once.

Aiden doesn’t need to ask if I climaxed. I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe. He hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements freeze as he approaches his own peak.

“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. “Fuck, Olivia, you’re making me come…”

Then he roars, thrusting hard and raggedly a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen fill me in hot pulses. I can only turn my lips up to his once more.

Aiden leans down and cups my jaw, kissing me slowly, tenderly. I smile as I kiss him back, feeling at once complete and yet already yearning.

I don't even know what for until he pulls back, separating us. Then I bite my lip, watching him carefully. He stretches a little and gives me the briefest of smiles.

Everything is okay. It feels… okay.

Doesn’t it?

As he starts buttoning up his jeans, I look for my bra, my thoughts a mess.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Aiden

Afterwards, as I help Olivia find her clothes, I start to feel a prickling sensation at the nape of my neck. She’s silent as she dresses, probably lost in thought. But I can’t tell what she is thinking or feeling from her expression. It makes me uneasy.

Do I need to remind her that what we just did needs to stay between us?

After I button my jeans up, I beckon to her. “Hey. Come here.”

She slides me a look, biting her lip. But she still comes over, letting me fold her in a one-armed hug. Olivia sighs as her body melts against mine.

It feels so good, holding her like that. I stop for a second, letting myself rest my nose in her hair. She smells incredible. It makes what I’m about to say that much harder.

“This was amazing,” I start.

She tips her head up so I can see her face. She looks at me like a math problem she can’t quite figure out. “Yes, it was.”

I grip her a little harder. “I just want to make sure it’s going to be a secret between the two of us. It was a one-time thing—”

Her expression hardens. “Jesus.” She pushes out of my grasp, looking pissed off. “I won’t tell on you, if that’s what you’re so worried about.”

My neck heats. I scrub a hand over my face, unsure what to say. My fingers still smell like her, from when I pushed my fingers inside of her. Somehow that makes my gaffe more embarrassing. “I just meant—”

“I get it,” she says sharply. She bends down to grab her purse