Pleasures of the Night(11)

Next time. Aidan had never thought of “next time” with a woman before. There had only ever been this time. Of course, he could usually make “this time” last all night. He knew already he’d be lucky to last five minutes inside Lyssa. Thankfully, she was primed and more than ready, her cunt so juicy hot, it was melting around his fingers. And, as she said, they could go slow in the next round.

It aroused him further, the thought of having Lyssa again and again, and his cock swelled painfully. Pulling away, Aidan ordered, “Get on your hands and knees.”

Her dark eyes widened as he pulled free of her grasp. She swallowed hard. “I don’t know if I can take you that way. You’re big.”

Aidan grabbed his dick with both hands and coated it with a mixture of her cream and the oil. “Do it. Leave the logistics to me. You just lie there and come.”

She rolled over and bared a taut, sweetly curved ass that made his balls draw up tight. The dark gold curls between her legs were trimmed almost to the skin, revealing pale pink folds that glistened with her desire.

His eyes slid closed on a deep breath, every muscle tense with expectation and deep longing. It wasn’t the erotic display that most affected him. It was her trust. His heart was racing, his breathing as erratic and uncontrolled as his mood. As if he were standing on a precipice, knowing he was going to fall, but unable to fight it.

When was the last time he’d been in heat like this? When was the last time he’d wanted a particular woman this badly?

Aidan hoped like hell his emotions were simply set off-kilter by his new assignment. He hadn’t had sex since he’d met Lyssa. There just wasn’t time with all the work he had, and when he did find a free hour or two, he’d spent it thinking about her. Perhaps he’d shocked his system by going without. That had to be what the problem was. He’d been fucking women for centuries. It shouldn’t be any different this time.

“Hurry,” she breathed.

He opened his eyes to find Lyssa looking over her shoulder at him. His throat tightened at the sight of the graceful curve of her spine and her slender waist. She was so beautiful, in a way that appealed to him keenly.

Gripping her hip with one hand, he aimed his cock at her slick opening with the other, rubbing the throbbing head across her slit.

“I-I’m nervous,” Lyssa admitted, every nerve ending focused on her pussy and the cock ready to slide into it. Perspiration swept across her skin. She quivered as he began his entry, the thick head spreading her wide.

“Don’t be,” he rumbled. “I’ve got you.”

Aidan entered her slowly, too slowly, working his way inside her, advancing, retreating, making her achingly aware of every inch. His progress was agonizing, teasing, driving her mad until her arms started to shake, forcing her to sink into the scarves. The change in angle tilted her hips upward, allowing him to feed her more of that magnificent cock. She whimpered.

“That’s it.” His voice was rough, dark velvet. “Let me have that pussy.”

“Let me have that cock,” she countered, breathless, her eyes closing and her hands fisting into the fragrant silk. She was panting, her hips writhing, but he held her tightly and kept to his leisurely pace. “Ah, god…you feel amazing.”

Never in her life had Lyssa been more aroused. She was so wet, so hot. She doubted she could take a man of his size if she wasn’t.

“Oh, Lyssa,” he crooned, one hand stroking the length of her spine, making her arch like a cat. “You’ve got the tightest, juiciest, hungriest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

“Aidan.” She shuddered violently, his coarse words spoken in that luscious brogue making her cream. The extra lubrication allowed him to slide deeper, making them both gasp. Regulated breaths were out of the question. They were both too far gone, their focus so completely arrested by the place where their bodies joined.

She liked dirty bedroom banter, had fantasized about it, but it took a highly confident man to be so open. Until now, she’d never found one.

Finally, Aidan sank in to the hilt, his tight, heavy balls resting against her clit. He withdrew and pumped forward, the smacking of his sac against her slick flesh forcing a deep moan from her.



Her voice came slurred with pleasure. “You’re so deep.”

And he was; every crevice of her pussy was stretched to hold him, sheathing him like a custom-made glove. There was no way to ignore how perfectly they fit together.

Aidan paused with one hand at her hip, the other at her shoulder. His chest rose and fell in great bellows against her back, which drew her attention to his quivering thighs. She felt as if she were rattling apart. It appeared he felt the same.