“Charity.”Another hard pulse of fluid shot into her mouth as her hand tightened on his cock. His h*ps were moving more strongly now as he panted for air, as she panted for air. Her fingers caressed his scrotum, her nails scratching at the silken sac as he suddenly tightened.
“Not like this.” He moved back, ignoring her cry, her need. He jerked his jeans from his legs as she moved to him, intent on finishing what she had started.
“Aiden, please.”Her lips went to his chest then lower, moving to her knees, starving for the taste of him.
“Charity.God, baby.”She licked over his abdomen and a second later her lips covered the head of his c**k again.
And he was hers.
Both hands locked in her hair as her hands wrapped around his cock, her mouth and tongue driving him to his cl**ax. She was desperate, needing to wipe away the memory of the time in the Labs, to replace it with this, something deeper, hotter.
His c**k pulsed then as she felt her juices spill along her thighs. Beneath her hands the hard swelling in his c**k began, engorging, filling her cupped palms a second before the first blast of his hot se**n shot into her mouth.
His h*ps moved in short hard strokes as his groan echoed around her, hot and filled with pleasure as his seed coated her tongue and slid down her throat. The taste of him was an aphrodisiac all its own. The feel of the hard swelling beneath her hands, the crown pulsing, spilling his pleasure in her mouth triggered a deep, convulsive shudder in the depths of her womb.
Her hands stroked the sensitive, fist-sized swelling that had knotted in the shaft of his cock. Each gentle caress spilled yet another explosion of his seed in her mouth as he groaned weakly beneath the caress.
“Baby, so good,” his words whispered through her heart.“Charity. Charity, you’re killing me.” He shuddered again, his hands kneading at her hair, his h*ps jerking, tugging at her hold on his c**k as pleasure rippled over him.
When it was over, he drew her gently to her feet, holding her as she swayed in his grip. One hand moved to her chin, his thumb running over her swollen lips.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Prove it,” she challenged him softly.
He smiled. A slow curving of his sensually molded lips as he watched her knowingly. “No need to prove it now, Charity. Soon you will know. But just because you have what you needed, doesn’t mean I’m finished with you yet.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Before Charity could protest he turned her, bending her over on the bed, her palms flat against the mattress.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his hand trailing over the curves of her rear as he leaned close to plant a heated kiss between her shoulder blades.
“We couldlay on the bed,” she panted, shivering beneath the caress. He could destroy her equilibrium with only a stroke of his lips. She felt lost, drowning beneath the sensuality of his touch. Heat flickered through her cunt, her womb, as convulsive shudders racked her muscles. She wondered if she had enough strength left to stay on her feet as his hand stroked beneath her thighs, yet never really touched the needy entrance to her vagina.
She shifted, breathing deeply, certain she would collapse at his feet.
“Who needs a bed?” he whispered as his lips touched her shoulder, his teeth scraping the tender skin there. “I will hold you up, Charity. Trust me.” His hands curved around her waist, smoothing over her abdomen, caressing up her stomach until he could cup the firm globes of her br**sts. Charity couldn’t hold back her cry as his fingers enclosed her ni**les, rolling against them slowly as she began to burn with her own lusts. His loins cushioned her bu**ocks, his c**k resting against the narrow crevice there, heating it,fueling fantasies she refused to delve too deeply into.
“Trust you?” she panted desperately. “Your legs trembled too, Aiden.”
He chuckled at her neck.“Smart ass.”
She would have replied if he hadn’tchose that moment to move, to tuck the head of his c**k against the entrance of her swollen pu**y. She could feel the broad head sliding against the slick moisture there as he positioned himself for a smooth stroke.
“You decide.” His teeth raked her neck.“Hard and fast.Or slow and gentle.”
“What?” she gasped, struggling to thrust back against him as he easily controlled her movements by gripping herhips.
“Decide quickly.” His voice was a hard rumble as his c**k throbbed at her entrance.
She whimpered. Hell, she couldn’t decide. She wanted both.Hard and fast and slow and easy, hot and strong and…
Her eyes widened, a soundless cry breaking from her throat as he finally took the decision out of her hands. He slid inside her, working his c**k slow and easy into the slick, humid depths of her pu**y. Her muscles clamped against the invasion, fire and lightning singing through her veins as she felt the tight impalement.
“Wait. Wait,” she cried out desperately.
He stopped, though the primal growl that sounded behind her assured her it was only under protest that he had done so.