The Absolution of Aidan(44)

“Right here would be good. In fact,” I say, challenging him with a raised brow, “I have just the thing for a little foreplay.” Freeing my hands from his, I twist my upper body slightly back and pull my t-shirt over my head, my nipples already straining to be free of my black, lacy bra. I then lean to the side and grasp my wooden spoon out of the now thick brownie batter, my eyes gleaming with sordid delight. “Here,” I say temptingly as I let the brown thickness drip from the spoon onto my cleavage. “Sweet mother of god, Deidre.” He pulls me forward into him, his large erection making its presence known.

“You like?” His eyes catch mine. They’re wide and wild. My tongue darts out to lick chocolate off the circular part of the spoon.

I watch his chest rise and fall and those alluring, tempting eyes alter between my mouth and my chest. Then just like that, they’re gone, and his head is dipping low, handfuls of his jet black hair is all I see.

I drop the spoon from my hands, my fingers digging into all that hair before the spoon even hits the counter.

Aidan doesn’t lick the chocolate off of my skin like I thought he would. No, not him. His tongue sweeps out and smears it clear across my chest. Desire swarms in. I hold in a breath when he begins to lick his way across my chest, while a hand reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. The straps falling down, my breasts are free for his hands to cup firmly.

I moan, squirm, and whimper as he tweaks, pinches, and kneads. My hungering breast is waiting eagerly for every rough callous, every flick to my nipple, every tug, pull, and squeeze he gives and I willingly take.

His mouth sucks, licks, and devours the sweet, sticky batter from my chest. I pull his hair. I arch my back. I want to scream out his name, tell the world how deviously wicked his mouth feels when he latches onto one of my nipples, drawing it into his mouth.

I’m panting. Throbbing everywhere.

“I told you, sweet and tart baby. Your skin tastes so sweet, mixing that in with the biting slur of words that I know you want to release from that tart, little mouth of yours makes you the perfect piece of candy to eat. Every damn inch of you, Deidre. We have all the time in the world to play, but fuck, I need to be inside of you.” The warmth of his breath across my tender nipple sends an acute rippling effect straight to my pussy.

A little squeal escapes from the back of my throat when I’m lifted and placed gently onto the kitchen floor. My bra is yanked off the rest of the way. I lie there, the lighting from the kitchen revealing his glorious handsome, well, shit, everything. There isn’t a spot on his body that isn’t somewhere in the description of handsome, or sexy, or controlling. He stands tall above me, his feet straddling my hips. I’m going insane in a tortuous yet enjoyable kind of way. One I welcome. Crave.

My gaze flicks to his hands where they grip and haul his t-shirt over his head. “Fucking hell,” I croak out. I hold back the urgent need to stand up alongside him, to run my fingers across his broad chest, to kiss every expanded muscle so enjoyably displayed in front of me.

As soon as he discards his shirt, he moves those long fingers to his jeans and snaps them open, unzips his pants, tugging them more slowly than I would down his long legs. I stop my survey of his sexiness right when I see his massive cock make its appearance. Huge. Thick. I smile naughtily when I see those god-blessed barbells exposed and waiting to slide deep into my pussy to bring me the most eloquent satisfaction I’ve ever felt.

“Take off your shorts.” I do, too. Undoing the drawstring, I slip out of them along with my black lace panties, tossing them both over my head. My hands reach up to him. If I don’t have his body on top of mine in less than a second, I kid you not, I’m going to burn, sizzle right here on the hardwood of my kitchen floor.

“Aidan, I need you to fuck me.” My tone is serious.

“Not yet. I need to make you beg a little better than that, Deidre,” he taunts. I pout.

His tall body slopes forward. I inhale a sharp breath, hoping I’m finally going to have his big frame on top of me. He doesn’t give it to me though. He reaches for his jeans and pulls out a small, colorful box from his pants pocket. With eyes as wide as the thickness of his cock, I liquefy on the inside when he rips open the box of sweet-tarts, shaking a few out of the box and dropping the box onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” I challenge him.

“You’ll see.” I’m so heated. So wrapped up in what he has planned, I can hardly stand it. My pussy is crying, literally weeping out for his bare cock.

He takes a step back, then drops himself to the floor, spreads my legs wide, and finally, his naked skin is on top of mine.