If he had said this at another time, she probably would have been able to recognize the validity of his words, but with his hard cock rubbing against swollen clit with only her silk panties as a barrier, she could barely make out what he was saying.
"You're so ready for me. I love that." He was watching her like he normally did when she was more far gone than he was. There was no reason for her to be this excited except for the fact that watching him sleep turned her on like nothing else. He looked so peaceful and sweet. When he woke up, he was a barrel of energy, and sweet wasn't on the list of what she would call him. Wicked may have been a better choice of word for him. He was an unusual man, so maybe she should just make up a word for him. Sweet and wicked would equal - Swicked. That was the perfect name for what he was.
"Fuck me, Aidan," she moaned and wished she hadn't. There was a contest she and Aidan were involved in … even if he didn't know it and damn it if he wasn't always winning. His eyes lit up whenever she was losing control, and for once she wanted to see that happen to him.
"Not so fast. There is no need for a sprint when we have time for a marathon." He was always trying to slow her down when she wanted to speed things up.
"Marathons last all day with several episodes finishing throughout the day." She told him her logic and hopefully he'd be so confused by it he'd just make her come just to shut her up. Whatever it took to get what she wanted in the sexual arena, she was ready to do it.
"What kind of marathon are you talking about?" He stopped the soft grind he was doing against her pussy to look into her eyes. She hated when he did that. If he wanted information, he would stop all physical activity until he got what he wanted. She would do that to him one day. Make him wait for her. Today wasn't the day it was going to happen, but it was going to happen. She tried to hold off on her explanation, but when he looked like he wasn't going to move without it, she burst.
"Law and Order marathons do exactly that," she huffed out.
He laughed with a deep and hearty sound that made a smile cross her face even though she didn't think, even a few seconds ago, that she would have been willing and able to smile. He started his hips in the motion he was doing before her question made him stop, and she was happy that they were at least going in the right direction.
"Well this ain't Law and Order, baby. This is my fat cock slipping and sliding into your wet pussy and you'll come for me when I tell you that you can." The cocky smirk that accompanied that comment should have pissed her off, but she loved it … every teasing bit of it. Should she be afraid of the feelings that seemed to be growing with each passing second? Maybe, but there were so many other things to worry about this one seemed pretty minor.
That type of talk was what she'd been waiting to hear since she started out in the sex game, but since she was the daughter of a high ranking mafia boss, the men in her life were very respectful and kind. Too bad that's not what she wanted. It wasn't that she didn't like nice, but she liked her sex with a bit of bite to it, and she didn't like men who just took her shit and didn't have anything to say back to her about it.
"Then do it." She thrust her hips up to meet his and was so turned on when she got a harder thrust than he probably anticipated, and she shuttered with how close she was to coming.
"Did you miss the part where it's me that tells you what you can or can't do?" He rolled off her, and she was instantly sorry about her smart ass mouth. "Get out of the bed."
She was dressed in a tank top and her panties. Her large frame still jiggled like it always had, but now she was almost proud of the body she'd been given. He watched her like she was his favorite treat, and he was famished. He was leading them to the kitchen, and she had no idea what he was up to. Did he want a snack or a beverage? It wasn't that this wasn't a bad idea just bad timing. She'd make him a gourmet dinner if he would just give her what she needed. Down the stairs and around a corner, he directed her with his hand on her lower back, and she went along without fuss.
"Take off your panties and get yourself up on the counter." He watched her walk around the room and do what he'd requested but waited a few minutes before he said or did anything else. She hated that with a passion. She got all worked up, and he was able to stay in control. She was a patient woman, or so she thought before she'd met him, but damn he could take her to the brink of her sanity. If they weren't in such a predicament, she would have loved him to meet her family and especially Lucca.
"Do you know that your face scrunches up when you get impatient? It makes me so hard knowing how much you want my cock." He walked over to her slowly, but she could see the desire in his eyes. That made this whole ‘calm as hell' demeanor feel a little bit better, but it still made her want to shake him up a little bit.
"Maybe I just want to come. Did you ever think of that? It could be that anyone could make me feel this way, but it just happens to be you … right now, because you're here … right now." She didn't know about all this cockiness in his tone and demeanor. It was well deserved, but she didn't want him thinking he could just run over her.
Cocking his head to the side, he studied her for a few seconds. "I've offended you. That wasn't my intention."
There was nothing to do but shake her head and hope he just got to it. The way he made her feel didn't make a lot of sense. She couldn't say that he lied when he first met her because she had too, but when he found out more about her, he did a lot of omitting, and that just wasn't fair. This was truly life or death they were dealing with … her cousin's, and after the performance she'd put on with her father, possibly her life as well.
"I love that you enjoy my body as much as I enjoy yours. You're a beautiful, sexy, kind woman. Just knowing that I turn you on enough to get you all flustered does something to me, but I'd never use that against you. When I make you wait, it's to build anticipation for the both of us." The smirk was gone along with the attitude, but contrary to what she thought she wanted, she missed the cocky attitude. What the hell was going on with her?
She understood that and in some ways was glad that he had a bit of control. If it were up to her, she'd just come as much as she wanted, but it wouldn't feel as good as it did when he drew it out. She was secure in herself enough to know that, but just as spoiled that she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it.
He nodded his head, and she realized that she must have given something away that said she was okay because he was moving on.
"Bring both of your feet to sit on the counter. I want that pussy open to me. I want to be able to feast on your flesh and have you just ready to take what I'm going to give you. Are you ready for that? Do you want me to eat you until you come all over my mouth?" His voice got so sexy when he uttered his dirty words. With that tone and voice, he could get her to do almost anything. It wasn't something that she wanted him to know, but it seemed like he already had a good idea.
She could barely breathe when he talked like this. It was so decadent and sexy. No one had ever dared to say anything like this to her, and she was overjoyed that he did. There were a lot of jerks in her life, and if she could help it she didn't want to fall for any of them. The vote was still out on this one, but she'd better make up her mind on what kind of guy he was and what she wanted to do about it because she was falling fast as a runaway train going down a mountain. Returning to her senses, she wanted to see what he was doing to her, and when she saw the way he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her so that her ass was resting on the edge of the counter, her belly flipped a bit.
He always had such great plans, and when she followed his orders she was surprised at how she felt. The position she was in made her feel so sexy and exposed. How had he come up with this idea? As she watched him he pulled up a chair and moved it to sit right in front of her. His mouth was on the level of her damp sex when he sat down. She couldn't move to him or she'd have fallen off the counter.
Putting his hand on her stomach as if to settle her, she felt herself quiver under his touch, but she was pretty much done with the anticipation of the moment. Action was what she wanted, and action is what she'd get … sooner or later but she wanted now.
"Taste me, Aidan. I know it's great to wait but I'm so close I feel like if you blew softly on me I'd come." That purring voice couldn't be hers. She was a self-respecting equal in sex, but that almost whine deserved a bit of cheese and caviar. Lorna was no whiney bitch; she was going to have to pull herself together.