We share a silent laugh.
“Hey! I need to take a shower,” Ashley demands sleepily.
Aiden studies me, setting me on my feet reluctantly. “Be out in a minute.”
I reach for the doorknob once I hear Ashley’s bedroom door close. A hand wraps around my arm and pulls me back just as the water starts running. The warm water causes steam to steadily build.
“I can’t wait until my place is done. That way nothing can interrupt us,” Aiden murmurs.
“I can’t stay in here.” I don’t really want to leave though.
A dimpled smirk melts my protests.
“Shh, you’ll be fine. Do you really want to go?” He slides his hands under my shirt slowly.
I give a shy shake of my head.
A smile creeps up his face, slight stubble trailing his sharp jawline.
“But…Ashley…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t be loud. Well, I won’t be. But I’ll have you screaming in a few minutes.” He laughs as I playfully swat at him.
Sensually, Aiden peels my shirt off me, then my shorts, and finally my panties. My hands clench in nervousness as I’m slowly bare to Aiden’s heated eyes. I think of stopping him, but the way he looks at me boosts my confidence. I can be quiet.
“Fuck,” He mouths, holding his chin as though admiring an art piece.
I’m thankful for the thick steam obscuring my blush.
“Nervous?”
“A little.” I peer up at him through batted lashes. This is all new to me, but when his hands are on me it awakens a natural drive inside that I never knew existed.
“You’re adorable.”
I let out a soft squeak when his large hands snake around the back of my thighs and lift me, though my legs wrap naturally around his waist. He carries me into the shower as I laugh at myself.
The moment turns into a frenzy of passion when he pushes me against the cool tiles, holding me in place. I feel him smile against my neck as he gently sucks and nibbles the sensitive skin there. The unfamiliar but welcome sensation of him growing harder against my bare skin excites me and I cover my mouth to hide my moans.
He pulls back, admiring where his lips just were.
“We have to be quiet,” I remind through ragged breaths.
He hums in agreement.
A slight knock on the door alarms me.
“I’m going to skip the shower. I got to get going before traffic messes up my trip. Tell Em I said bye whenever she gets up!” Ashley yells through the door.
I hide a smile knowing we’ll be alone any second, giggling when Aiden lets out a sigh of relief when the front door shuts moments later.
He eyes me intently. “Do you want me?”
I nod.
“Say it,” He demands.
“I want you,” I whisper shyly before bringing my lips to his, affirming my words.
He glides one hand down to where my legs are spread, and I gasp. He pulls back to watch my expression as he glides a finger through my folds. I bite my lip at the forbidden touch. His eyes are on my lips as he slides a warm finger in a feather light motion across my aching clit.
I whimper when his hand transfers locations, until pleasurable moans escape my lips when his fingers twirl around my nipple. He gently kneads my nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he watches me turn to putty at his touch.
Sliding his hand down my bare stomach, he inserts one finger inside of me. “So wet for me,” He growls, making me tremble within his strong arms.
I say nothing. I’m nervous of what’s to come. Willing, of course, but very nervous.
He pumps his long fingers and I moan each time he goes a little deeper.
“I love that you’re sitting on my hand right now.” His eyes are wild as he takes in my euphoric expression. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside of you.”
“Please, Aiden,” I beg.
He shifts underneath me, grabbing his massive length in one hand, and I gasp when I see him in all his glory.
He chuckles. “You sure you want to do this? I feel how tight you are. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His voice is sincere, but the sight of him stroking his length, getting himself ready for me pushes me over the edge. I throw caution to the wind.
“Please, I need you.” My eyes plead with him. I’ve never experienced this want before, this lustful ache or attraction. I can feel the burning desire for him deep in my core.
His features darken as his breathing grows heavy. His voice is deep and filled with lust. “When I fuck you, you’re mine. Got it?”
I hope his words are true. I can’t think straight, and I’m wishing I was better equipped at sex.
“Yes,” I finally say.
An encouraging chuckle escapes his lips. “Good girl.”
He brings himself to my opening and barely gets the tip in before I let out a yelp, not expecting the discomfort.
He retreats instantly and I whimper at the loss. “Why did you stop?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His chest rises and falls quickly.
“I’ll be fine. It’ll hurt anyways, right?” I pout slightly, looking up at him innocently when he doesn’t respond. “You don’t want me?”
He bites his lip, sliding a hand around the nape of my throat. “You know better than that.”
I dig my nails into his back and rock forward, satisfied when I hear him let out a soft moan.
“Later,” He promises, bringing a solitary finger to my lips to silence me. “I want to take you properly. For now, let me make you feel good.”
With that, he lifts my hands above my head and pins them down with one hand while the other slides down my body towards my core. His fingers push into me, stretching me, and I have to admit this is a much more comfortable feeling. I moan his name when his thumb strokes my clit while his long fingers simultaneously pump in and out of me.
“Fuck. I love it
