Jonesin' For Action(7)

In answer to his question, she pulled her legs out of his grasp and sat up. He stared at her with a kind of dazed expression that told her he wasn’t conning her about enjoying eating her out. His mouth was still a little moist from her juices. She leaned over and traced her tongue around his lips before kissing him. She twined both her arms and her legs around him to pull him toward her. He slid his arms around her back and caressed her while their tongues mated. Pulling her hair free of its scrunchy, he laced his fingers through the strands and tugged her head to one side to deepen the kiss. Her sensitive nipples rasped against his shirt, reminding her that one of them was overdressed.

She yanked up the fabric to run her fingers along the hard planes of his back. His skin was hot, but smooth. It quivered under her touch. She dared to dip lower, past the waistband of his shorts, and found a taut ass waiting to be kneaded. She dug her nails in, and he rewarded her with a deep groan inside her mouth. The hard ridge of his cock just barely bumped against her once more aching clit. She wiggled against it and grunted in frustration.

Breaking the kiss, she said, “Let’s take this to my bed and get down to some serious business.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and laughed. “I take eating pussy very seriously, but if you mean giving my cock a chance to get inside you, then I’m all for it.” With a tight grip around her waist, he slid her off the counter and spun around. “This way?”

She nodded and clung to his neck. It was pretty dark inside the apartment, yet he seemed to have excellent vision, carrying her straight to her bedroom. She wondered how difficult it was for him to hold her. She could certainly feel his uneven gait. He obviously wanted to do it, though, and she figured he knew his limitations. When he pulled back her covers and plopped her down on her bed, she reached over to turn on her bedside lamp.

“Ah, mind if we keep the lights off?” he asked hesitantly.

Okay, this was his limitation. She needed to respect his boundaries even though she wanted very much to see him naked. In her mind, there was no way his injured leg could detract from the rest of him, but he obviously felt differently.

Sliding over to the middle of the bed, she patted the edge next to her. “Take off your shirt, sailor, and stay awhile,” she purred.

He laughed at the invitation, as she had hoped he would, and sat down. He whipped off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Dark as it was, she could barely make out the contours of his upper body. His shoulders were broad, and his waist was narrow, the perfect V-shaped torso. Saliva pooled in her mouth. Sitting up, she leaned over to place her hands on his shoulders. She nuzzled the back of his neck, while she slid her palms down his chest. Firm pecs with small pebbly nipples greeted her. She rubbed her thumbs over them and felt his appreciative moan deep in her own chest.

She moved her mouth to one of his ears, and as she nibbled his lobe, she stroked down toward his shorts. Damn, she was too short to reach. So she pulled back and encircled his waist instead. She pressed her face against his back and slid her hands past his waistband. His cock was there waiting for her, hard and moist at the tip. She clasped it in one hand and tugged up slowly. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed.

“Stop,” he begged with a chuckle. “My first time having sex since getting out of the hospital isn’t going to end with my coming in my shorts.”

Stunned, Marissa drew back and let him go. She leaned against her headboard. “This is your first time since…” She let her voice trail off.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He did not just do that. He did not just confess to her what this meant to him. Fuck! Aidan couldn’t look at her, but he did have to answer her truthfully. “Yeah, it’s my first time since losing my leg.”

He heard her blow out a breath. “Wow. It hadn’t really occurred to me.”

He snuck a peek at her over his shoulder. She was staring off into space. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

She looked him then and shook her head. “I’m not freaked out.” When he merely stared back, she shrugged. “Okay, I’m a little freaked out. But only because I don’t want to mess this up for you.”

He barked out a rueful laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, it is literally impossible for you to mess up anything with me. You already sent me to the moon and back.”

She pouted at him, her adorable and barely visible lips pursed in annoyance. It made him smile. He had always had fantastic night vision. He just hoped she didn’t. “Does this mean you don’t want to fuck me?” she asked in a falsely plaintive voice.

He laughed again, this time in delight. She had a knack for disarming him. “I want to fuck you so badly I might die from it.”