My heart races even faster. I feel like it’s not even beating, like I’m not breathing. I take a step around my dress and sit on the long couch across from Aiden.
I tilt my head back against the sofa and spread my legs.
There’s something vulnerable about this. It makes me nervous but excited, the prospect of what I’m about to do making me giddy.
Slowly, I circle my clit, teasing a little. I’m wet as hell when I let a finger slide lower, and I let my breathing grow heavy, let my lungs fill so my chest rises and drops. I can see Aiden watching the way my breasts move, the way my fingers slip into my pussy. I wonder if he’s imagining himself there.
I know I am.
Finally, I slip a finger in just a little, just enough for me to inhale sharply. My eyelids flutter as I run my other hand along my thigh, imagining Aiden’s hand there. I start to press harder, sliding deeper into my pussy. I gasp and move my other hand farther up my body, trailing up to my breast.
Aiden’s eyes darken when I press that hand against my breast, my fingers brushing against my nipple. I add another finger inside, feeling how wet I am. I’m tilting my hips, moving to fill myself more.
“That’s good,” he praises, his voice a deep rasp. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this, Rose.”
I moan a little and move my hand up to my neck. I can barely keep my eyes on Aiden, but I see the way he leans forward. I know he’s thinking about his hand being where mine is, touching my neck, sliding against the skin there.
Aiden undoes his pants as he watches me. I wonder if he’s about to touch himself and the thought somehow displeases me. I don’t want him to feel anything right now that isn’t me. I want to be the one who touches him, the one who gives him pleasure.
I slowly pull my fingers out of my pussy and rise from the couch, then drop to my knees in front of his chair.
“My turn,” I whisper.
I press my tongue against his cock, taking in the earthy scent of his skin. God, I want him inside me.
Aiden inhales sharply, his hand pushing over the top of my head, fingers sliding through my hair. When I take his cock in my mouth and suck, his hand tightens. He pushes me down his shaft, and it’s almost too fast, too intense all at once.
But it turns me on.
It’s turning me on more than I expected, more than I’ve felt before. I let Aiden pull my hair, lifting and lowering me on his dick as I taste the salt of his skin. I can hear the sounds I’m making, the way I suck him off, the way I pop off the head of his cock to take a deep breath before diving down again.
“That’s right, little dove,” he grunts. “Take all of me.”
His cock is hard as steel on my tongue. I imagine it inside me and I want to touch myself, but I keep my hands away from my pussy. I don’t want anything but him inside me.
Aiden breathes harder and faster as I press my tongue against the base of his cock. I groan against him, and his hand clenches in my hair. I know he can feel the vibrations in my throat against his cock. I hold on to his body as I suck him off, my fingers digging in as I ground myself with his body.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “Rose—”
I hollow my cheeks, moving faster of my own accord, desperate to feel that thread of his control break. After a few more heartbeats, Aiden comes hard, exploding down my throat as I try to breathe through my nose and swallow. My chest heaves, my heart pounding as I take it all in.
His hand tightens in my hair as he pulls me off, and I gasp when I lean back, licking my lips.
Aiden’s eyes are dark as he watches me. “Stand up.”
I rise on shaky legs as my husband reaches for the whiskey glass beside his chair. He tips it against me, right at my collarbone. The amber liquid spills down my front, and he follows it with his tongue, sucking at my skin until he gets down to my pussy. His tongue presses briefly against me before he switches our positions in a flash, spinning me around and pushing me back onto the plush chair where he was sitting.
As soon as my back hits the seat, his face is between my legs again.
“You still taste like me,” he growls, a possessive heat in his voice. “Like cum and whiskey and arousal. My perfect little wife.”
I gasp when Aiden works me open, his tongue and fingers pressing into me. The pleasure comes fast, my whole body euphoric as an orgasm fills me from head to toe. Finally, Aiden draws back, and I watch dizzily as he shoves off the rest of his clothes.
“Ride me,” he demands, lifting me up again as he sits down on the chair, then tugging me onto his lap.
My knees brace on either side of his hips, and he groans as I rock against him. I’m still so fucking wet, so hungry for him. I need him inside me now.
“I wanna come again,” I tell him, my words breathless. “I wanna come with you, Aiden. You want that?”
