Pleasures of the Night(65)

“What?” Every muscle in her body was strung tight as a bow. “Are you saying it’s possible?”

His smile was sweet, but his eyes were sad. “I have no idea. But we can dream.”

Picking her up, he carried her to the couch. JB caught a clue, for once, and leaped from the sofa arm to pad off to a quieter venue. Aidan laid her down carefully, sinking to his knees beside her, his beautiful eyes dark with lust and love. His large hand slid up her inner thigh.

“I can’t conceive, Aidan. I take medicine to prevent it.”

“In my dreams, you don’t.” He kissed her knee and then came over her, spreading her thighs, lavishing the attentions of his tongue across her clit until she writhed, before moving higher.

She leaned up on her elbows, watching, shrugging out of her white terry cloth robe one arm at a time. Eager to feel his warm skin next to hers.

“In my dream, this is our home,” he said softly, his gaze moving across her like a tactile caress. “We wake up early every morning so we have time to make love. Slowly. My body covering yours, pushing deep inside yours, as if we have all the time in the world. We part reluctantly, kissing each other good-bye before leaving for work. We think about each other all day, and wait impatiently to be together again at night.”

He licked across first one nipple and then the other, his hands shoving down his waistband. “We take vacations to private beaches where I watch you play in the surf, laughing, your skin a golden tan. I strip you there on a blanket. Push your suit aside and sink my cock into you. Ride you until you can’t take any more. Then I carry you inside and take you again. We share meals together, trials together, life together.”

Lyssa’s head fell back into the soft cushions as his fingers went to her pussy and slipped inside her. “Aidan…” She closed her eyes to fight the tears, but they escaped anyway, sliding down her temples and wetting her hair.

“Every day you say my name just like that. Soft and breathless with desire. And every time I hear it, I love you more. I think of how lucky I am to have you. How well you take care of me, always fussing after me. I soak up every moment of it, because I need you.” His voice lowered and grew husky. “So much.”

“Yes.” Her fingers slipped through his hair as he levered his body over hers, his pendant dangling and glowing between them, his lean hips sinking between her spread legs. The wide, flared head of his cock teased the slick opening to her cunt, making her arch to take more of him. “I need you, too.”

“And one day, we decide it’s time to have a baby.” His hands cupped her shoulders, holding her in place as he eased his cock into her, filling her full with the heated, throbbing length of him.

“Oh god,” she breathed, her head thrashing as he didn’t move, merely kept her pinned to the couch with every inch of his body. He’d left his pajama bottoms on the floor when he joined her, and the coarse hair on his calves and thighs tickled her delicate skin. She felt the weight of his heavy balls resting against her buttocks, and the tears fell faster.

“I take you like this.” He withdrew, the broad head massaging her. He pushed back inside, forcing his way into her greedy, clenching depths. “I fuck you as often as I can. I meet you for lunch and take you in your office. I keep you drenched, soaked with my cum, ready for the moment when you’re fertile.”

She whimpered as she tightened helplessly around his pumping cock.



“That’s it,” he purred, his accent thick and sexy as hell. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” she gasped, writhing under a perfect deep stroke. Beneath her calves, she felt his buttocks clench and release as he fucked her slow and easy, swiveling his hips, rocking into her.

Drugged by the pleasure, Lyssa gave herself up to his expertise, her head falling to the side, her hands stroking his back in time with his leisurely, unhurried rhythm. She set her heels on the couch and pushed up, opening herself further so he could drive deeper. Shafting her pussy in long, heavy drives.

The sun continued its steady ascent, the rays of light slanting through the window and warming her skin. She breathed in a shuddering breath, willing to give up everything she had for endless mornings just like this one. He took her as if they had all the time in the world, as if they could do this forever.

Arching his back, Aidan pressed his cock into her deepest point. She came with a silent cry, her cunt rippling along his throbbing flesh, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

“Sweet Lyssa,” he breathed, moving his cock in gentle nudges, making her climax roll through her in waves. “Just like this. This is how we make our child.” He thrust hard and groaned as he joined her.