“Lyssa,” he breathed roughly, shuddering. He stared at her with dark, fathomless eyes, his handsome features passion flushed and his chest heaving with labored breaths. “Christ. It’s…even better…when it’s real.”
She had no idea what that meant, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was Aidan, who laced his fingers with hers and pulled her arms over her head. He took her mouth with heartbreaking tenderness, his lips brushing across hers.
“Lyssa.” Her name was filled with aching longing when spoken in that luscious brogue. It made her eyes teary.
“Please,” she begged, kissing him back with desperation. Her body was on fire beneath his, her cunt spasming around the big cock that throbbed inside it.
Echoes of past encounters flowed through her—his chest against her back as he took her from behind, his hands kneading her thighs as she rode him hard toward a searing climax.
“Please,” she said again, rubbing her painfully tightened nipples against his furred chest.
“Hush. I’ve got you.”
She knew he’d said that to her before in a similar moment.
Aidan began to move, withdrawing, then returning on a perfect downstroke, thrusting slow and easy, measured in his passion.
Locking her ankles at the small of his back, Lyssa urged him to ride her harder, faster, but he was too controlled. She licked the straining column of his throat, and he groaned loudly but maintained his rhythm. His hips swiveled and thrust, in and out. Beneath her calves she felt his taut ass clench and release as he pumped his cock into her.
His mouth to her ear, Aidan whispered, “You’re hot. Tight as a fist. But wet, Hot Stuff. Soaked inside. Your cunt was made for me.”
She shivered.
“Later”—his tone was a sensual threat—“you’ll be on your hands and knees, and I’m going to fuck you like that for hours. Long, deep thrusts into this sweet pussy.”
Her cunt rippled along his length, on the verge of another orgasm. He knew her so well. As if he was a longtime lover who cared deeply about her pleasure.
He released her hands and set his elbows into the mattress so he could cup her breasts. “I’m going to suck on your nipples until you come. You’ll scream my name until you’re hoarse.”
Lyssa’s back arched, her entire body tense and expectant. “Yes…I want…”
Straightening, Aidan hooked his arms beneath her legs and lifted her hips from the mattress. In her raised position, he could stroke deeper, his weighty testicles slapping rhythmically against the curve of her ass, the sound so erotic, it made her clench tightly around him.
She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, taking in his clenched jaw and the lock of black hair that fell over his brow. His biceps and pectorals were defined by the effortless hold he had on her. His abdomen flexed as he fucked her, the golden skin glistening with sweat.
“You’re beautiful,” he gritted out, his rough tone betraying how tightly he restrained himself.
His praise was all she could take, pushing her that last little bit she needed to orgasm again. Lyssa gasped for air as the climax tightened her entire body.
Aidan grunted and fucked through her spasms, flesh slapping against flesh, increasing his pace until she couldn’t breathe for the pleasure. She felt him swell, grow impossibly harder, and then he plunged to the hilt and groaned, “Lyssa…”
He ground the root of his cock hard against her pelvis, spurting his cum as deep inside her as he could. He came hard, but silently. His entire body shaking, his jaw locked, his blue eyes burning into her. She felt it, all of it—the jerking of his cock; the hot, thick rush of his semen; the pulse beat of his heart deep inside her. Her eyes grew wet, her vision blurry. As he emptied himself into her, his withheld breath hissed out between his teeth.
“Fuck,” he gasped, folding over her. He cupped her face, his thumbs brushing aside her tears, kisses moving across her cheeks. His beloved voice whispering a combination of foreign words and her name. Over and over again.
Aidan gathered her up, tucked her head under his chin, and rolled to drape her limp body over his. Still connected.
His lips pressed ardently against her damp scalp. “I can’t believe I’m here, that I’m with you, inside you for real.”
“Maybe we’re dreaming,” she slurred, thinking she must have died and gone to heaven.
“No way,” he argued, his arms tightening around her. “Trust me, no dream could ever be as wonderful as this.”
Chapter 8
Aidan’s growling stomach broke the silence that wrapped them in a comforting blanket.
“Your turn to be hungry,” she teased, her chest pressed to his chest, one arm and leg tossed over his body.