Memories of listening to the group of girls I hung out with on my college campus talk about the guys they were dating filter through my mind. I remember them venting about how they never felt like they came first, how their boyfriends always seemed distracted or never made time for them.
As I gaze up into Aiden’s penetrating blue eyes, I realize in a rush that I can’t relate to their complaints at all.
Things between me and this tattooed beast of a man have been like a rollercoaster at times, volatile and unpredictable, full of ups and downs that make my heart rush up into my throat and my head spin. But throughout it all, even when he was pretending to ignore me, I’ve always been keenly aware of his attention on me, as hot as the sun and as bright as a spotlight.
There’s never been a moment when I haven’t had his complete focus.
Never a moment when he hasn’t had mine, even when I might’ve claimed otherwise.
“You intend to fuck me, huh?” I ask, my core already clenching in anticipation as I grin up at him. “Care to be more specific? What did you have in mind?”
His blue eyes seem to darken a shade as desire passes over his face. His jaw clenches, and he loops an arm around my waist, hauling me up against his body and holding me there. I go up onto my tiptoes, my chest pressed tightly to his as he drops his head to brush his lips over the shell of my ear.
“I want you spread out and naked on my bed. Legs splayed open for me. Gorgeous tits heaving as you try to remember how to breathe with my head between your thighs and three fingers stuffed inside you. I want to hear you moan. Then I want to hear you scream. And the only fucking thing you’ll be screaming is my name.”
The warmth of his breath teases my ear as he speaks, and he darts his tongue out to trace the shell of cartilage up at the top—but neither of those things are what makes goosebumps scatter across my skin.
No, it’s the heated promise in his voice that does that. The knowledge that he means every single word he just said. That it wasn’t just dirty talk, it was the absolute truth.
“I like the sound of that,” I whisper back, curving my neck a little to nuzzle against his face.
“Good.”
His voice drops to a lower register, and a second later, everything spins around me as he moves like lightning, wrapping his large hands around my waist and hefting me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I barely have a second to orient myself before he’s walking, his confident stride carrying us toward the stairs. One arm stays looped around me, keeping me in place on his shoulder, and I feel like I’ve gone back in time ten thousand years and found a real life caveman.
But even as I roll my eyes at him, I can’t help the way arousal slicks my pussy lips, my clit pulsing lightly with every jostling footstep as he carries me up the stairs.
When he reaches the bedroom, he tosses me down on the bed, towering over me and watching as I sprawl out on the soft mattress. He palms his cock through his pants, but when I reach down to start tugging off my clothes, he releases himself and smacks my hand away.
“That’s for me to do, wife,” he growls, lingering on the last word as if it turns him on to say it. “I said I want you bare for me, and I intend to peel off every damn thing you’re wearing.”
He’s already moving as he finishes speaking, and he wastes no time doing exactly what he said. Starting with my shirt and working his way down, he tugs off my clothes, only allowing me to help him by raising my arms or shifting my weight. His mouth follows the movement of his hands, laying hot, wet kisses all over my breasts, stomach, and thighs.
When he’s got me completely naked just like he said he would, he undresses quickly himself, tossing his clothes away as he stares down at me. As soon as he’s naked too, he settles between my legs, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin at my hip while his hands reach up to play with my breasts.
“These are so fucking perfect,” he mutters, not bothering to lift his head as he gropes and massages them.
His fingers pluck at my nipples, pulling on them and tweaking them until they go diamond hard, and then he clamps them between two knuckles of each hand, making me hiss out a breath.
“So responsive,” he groans.
His mouth and hands keep toying with me, devouring me thoroughly but so slowly that I think I might die from the anticipation. I’m starting to work my hips, grinding against him a little as he explores the outer edges of my pussy lips with his tongue, when the room spins around me again, just like it did downstairs.
I blink as everything comes back into focus again after the sudden movement, realizing that I’m now kneeling on the bed with Aiden beneath me.
Or, more specifically, Aiden’sfacebeneath me.
He wraps his hands around my thighs, dragging his tongue up my slit in a long lick.
“I know what you want,” he growls. “What you need.”
Without waiting for an answer, he puts his mouth on me again, teasing my clit before dragging the flat of his tongue over me in a long, slow lick. It feels so good that for a second, I lose myself in it completely, grinding against him the way I was trying to do when I was lying on the bed and he was worshipping me.
Pleasure courses through me, and only belatedly do I realize that I’m about to smother him. I sit up a little, using my thigh muscles to hold myself above his face, and Aiden lets out an angry sounding growl.
“You were doing so good, little dove,” he grunts. “Come the fuck back here. I wasn’t done eating, so I need you to sit back down.”
