Somehow I manage to make a sound, or more like an eager grunt, when his hand pulls my hair back and his mouth travels up the side of my neck.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” Then he fills my ass with a finger. He pulls my hair even harder, and I let loose a slur of non-ladylike fucks from my mouth. “Fuck, yes, Aidan.” I swear to god I’ve not once felt this way in my life. I’ve never had the desire to be fucked in my ass. Not until now. Not until he pumps viscously in and out of me while lubricating me with my own excitement.
I lose his fingers in my ass and in my hair and whimper like a baby. I jerk my head around and the sight before me has me coming. I mean, I come hard. I feel it soar through me. As if he knows it, he releases his grip on his cock where he was coating himself, those dark, very hooded eyes crackling. I could let loose again. He swipes his fingers through my pussy, plowing through my juices, then returning them back to his cock.
“You drive me crazy,” I repeat his words.
“That’s the plan, baby. Now, arch that back and let me make us crazy together.”
Like a submissive taking orders from her Dom, I arch my back. I succumb my ass and inhale deeply when that cock made just for me presses up against my hole. Slowly and steadily, he pushes in, hissing as he does so, my once relaxed body fighting him the further he goes.
“You okay?” God the way he asks me if I’m doing okay, punches straight to my heart. Soft and gentle are his words. I shiver.
“Yes.” I pinch my eyes closed, the burning sensitivity almost too much to handle. I want this though. God, how I want this. My fists clench the comforter, and my back curves upward as far as it will go the further he pushes into me.
“Fucking hell. I’m drenched in heaven, surrounded by beauty and… Christ, Deidre.” I can hardly hear him. I’m in the same place he is.
He begins to move slowly once his cock is burrowed into my ass. Indescribable is the way I feel. I begin to relax, to enjoy the more he presses and moves inside of me. My eyes are closed, but they spring open when I feel the pad of his thumb press my clit. The rhythm of my body moves with his. He pumps faster. Swears louder. Presses harder, and within seconds of all of that combined, I’m coming again. I muffle my release by planting my head face first into the bed. I give him everything I can, and he takes it. He’s satisfying me more than I ever thought possible. It’s almost too much. I can’t help whatever noises seem to be escaping from my mouth. It’s like I’m flying, soaring even.
“I’m going to come, Deidre.” He releases his thumb from my clit, grips firmly to my hips, and slams into me, sending shockwaves of nothing but delightful pleasure straight to my pussy.
“Fuck!” He screams so loud, I know he will wake the baby. I feel warm, slick, and wet desire and every blessed inch of my man when he comes hard.
“You good?” he asks when he starts to pull out of me. I know I shouldn’t be a smartass right now. Not after what we just did, not after all the sweet things he has said to me, but I can’t help it. I am who I am.
“I may walk tomorrow like I’ve been fucked in my ass by my baby daddy, but to answer your question, I’m more than good, Aidan. I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.”
He chuckles. “See, things like that are the reason why I call you my sweet-tart.” I pout when he gets off the bed and plop my exhausted frame down onto my stomach, watching his sculpted ass as he goes.
I lie motionless, eyes glued to the baby monitor, waiting for Diesel to stir. When I hear nothing, I sigh heavenly into my bed until I hear the bath running.
What is he doing? I don’t want to move. I do, though. Forcing myself out of the bed, I tiptoe to the bathroom and am once again struck speechless. He’s running a bath. Aidan does not take a bath. Ever.
“I know you’re standing there. Get in here,” he orders, not taking his eyes off of the tub.
No way does he have to tell me twice. I kick it into high gear. I haven’t had a bath in I don’t know how long.
“Here.” Pushing himself up from the side of the tub, he lifts both of my arms and guides my sexy little number over my head, flinging it over his shoulder. He then surprises me more by holding out his hand. I stall when he glides his rough fingers over the ugly scars on my back, sucking in a breath when he kisses each one tenderly. “Hop in.” He guides me in. I sink low. It feels so good.
“Thank you,” I say, submerging my skin further into the bubbles, lavender scent in my nose.
“Where are you going?” He stops at the doorway, turns around, and contemplates answering my question.