My clit is throbbing insistently, still swollen and sensitive from when he was licking me earlier, and I shift my hips a little, trying to press against the chair to get some friction on it. When that doesn’t work, I start to reach down to slide a hand between my legs. But before I can, Aiden growls out a warning, tugging me back into a punishing thrust.
“That’s my job,” he says tightly. “Imake my girl come.”
Heat shoots through me, and I don’t know if it’s from the promise in his voice or the way he just called me his girl. I don’t know if I should like it as much as I do, but I can’t help the effect it has on me.
“Please, Aiden,” I whimper. “Please.”
“I’ve got you.”
His thrusts slow a little, and I’m aware of some movement behind me as he reaches for something. Then I hear a faint buzzing sound, and he slides something smooth along my stomach, letting me feel the vibrations emanating from it.
When the small vibrator reaches my clit, my pussy clamps down around him, my head lifting off the seat cushion as my back arches.
“Fuck!” I scream.
I’m already so worked up that the burst of sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, shaking and trembling as Aiden rides me through it.
Part of me expects him to toss away the vibe and start fucking me in earnest now, chasing his own release. But instead, he eases off just a little, moving the vibrator slightly off center of my clit to give me a second to recover. Then he starts to tease me with it again, working it around my little bundle of nerves as he fucks me with long, even strokes.
My ass is clenching around the butt plug, and if it weren’t for the stopper at the end, I’m sure I would’ve dragged it even deeper inside my body. My pussy flutters around Aiden every time he bottoms out inside me, and as the vibrations from the small device in his hand push me toward another peak, I turn my head and bury my face in the chair cushion, biting my lower lip to stifle my breathless cries.
“Don’t hold back,” Aiden demands, gripping a fistful of my hair and lifting my face away from the pillow. “Let me fucking hear you. Every scream. Every gasp. Every whimper. I want them all, Rose. They’re mine.”
The sting in my scalp from the way he’s tugging lightly on my hair joins the torrent of sensations ricocheting through me, overloading me with pleasure. He adjusts the vibrator on my clit, and I come again, a full throated scream pouring from my lips.
“Fuck, yes,” he bites out. “Again. Give me one more, little dove.”
He barely gives me a chance to recover this time before he’s circling my clit with the vibrator again, dragging it over my soaked flesh until I feel like I might just combust instead of orgasming again. My body is worn out and strung as tightly as a piano wire at the same time, and I shake from head to toe as something burns low in my belly.
The feeling expands outward, and I let out hiccupping sobs as I try to ride the wave of it, afraid that if I don’t, it will swallow me up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, almost like I need to the word to ground me. “Aiden! Oh, god, I’m—”
I come again, but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. That hot tension coiling low in my body releases, and I buck against Aiden as pleasure cracks through me like a whip. I’m vaguely aware of wetness seeping from me, leaking out from the place where he and I are connected with every stroke of his cock.
It trails down my thighs, and my cheeks flame as I realize I just… gushed.
Holy shit. That’s never happened before.
“Fuck, Rose. God, yes, baby.” Aiden groans, sounding tortured. “Soak my fucking dick.”
Some of my embarrassment melts away at the obvious heat in his voice. As messy as we both are now, he clearly loved it. He switches the vibrator off and tosses it onto the chair, grabbing my hips with both hands to steady me as he drives into me hard and fast.
A few more choppy strokes, and he explodes inside me, the hot spurts of his cum joining the slick release that still drips from me. He drags himself in and out a few more times, slowly coming down from the high, then leans over me, pressing his forehead to my back.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. “That was…”
“Better than anything that happened in my book,” I finish for him.
He chuckles, slowly dragging his spent cock out of me. More wetness slips out and begins to trail down my thigh, and a sound rumbles in his chest as he reaches down, scoops some of it up with his fingers, and shoves it back inside me. Satisfaction fills his voice as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Yes, it fucking was.”
CHAPTER25
Rose
On Saturday night, I walk up the steps of the large, beautiful building that houses Boston’s ballet company with my arm looped through Aiden’s, wearing a gown that fits like a glove.
