Page 123 of His to Cherish
Chapter 25
“Aidan,” I whispered against his neck. I could barely speak.
The feel of him inside of me, hitting me in that perfect spot as he thrusted into me over and over again, had my body tightening.
Water splashed over the edges of the tub as I rocked into him again. Our angle, me straddling Aidan as he leaned against the back of the tub, was perfect. Heavenly.
“Come on, Chelsea,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and pressing me to him.
It was all I needed. My teeth clamped down on his neck as my orgasm shattered me from the inside out.
His grip on my hips tightened as his hips rocked toward me, against me, pulling every remaining wave of my orgasm from me before he released his own groaned pleasure, finishing inside of me.
We were panting, and the room was hot and humid from the steam of the tub and the heat seeping from us.
He clung to me, holding me tight against him as if I would disappear if he let me go.
Droplets of water fell down my forehead and into my eyes, but I was trembling so much as I came down from my own intense orgasm that I couldn’t bother to wipe them away.
“Amazing,” he whispered, turning his head and pressing his lips to my temple. “You’re always amazing and feel so damn good.”
As if his dick agreed, I felt it twitch inside of me. My hips shifted, loving the feel of him. He was so large and thick he filled me completely.
I loved Aidan, period. I just couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud, but after the day we’d had in Chicago, I had no doubt both of us would be expressing it soon.
At least with words.
We’d done it with our bodies for the last hour, and every time Aidan took me, it got better and better. More intense.
“We should dry off.”
His fingers digging into my hips belied his words.
He was hardening inside of me and I laughed, loving the way I tightened around him inside of me when I did.
“Damn, Chelsea, what are you doing to me?” He moaned and dropped his head to the back of the tub.
I leaned forward, smiling, and brushed his hair away from his eyes and off his forehead. He rolled my hips into him and groaned.
“You have me feeling like some randy teenager.”
I laughed at his description and trailed my lips down the column of his throat. His pulse beat at the base and my tongue darted out, licking the area between his collarbones. “I think there’s a compliment in there somewhere.”
“Hell yes. But I want out of this water.”
Instead of letting go, though, he rose to his knees, supporting my butt with his hands and keeping us connected.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I listened to his command and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. The shifting of his weight had his erection pressing harder into me.
“Oh hell,” I moaned, dropping my head to his shoulder. “You’re so sexy.”
His quiet laugh rumbled through him as he took me to the bed.
“I’m going to set you on your feet, and I want you to turn around.”
I nodded my compliance and he moved slowly, my body tensing as he slid out of me.
