He curls a finger around my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I missed you too.” His voice is velvet smooth as he trails kisses down my neck.
Shivers rake down my body as he fondles my breasts. He nudges one leg between my open legs, and I grind myself against him to relieve the pressure.
“Calm down, baby.” He brings his fingers to my slit, gently rubbing it in circular motions. The sound of my wetness fills the room. “You’ve been sitting here thinking about me?” His hand caresses my center.
Nervous but excited, I nod. Running my hands through his styled hair, we collide. Our kiss is passionate, full of need.
“I own you.” His breath hot and cool against my neck as he sucks on it, creating a hickey.
I rock against his hand, but he pulls it away when I’m on the brink of my release. His fingers dance up to my breast, he pinches my nipples eliciting a moan from my lips. Leaning his head down he brings his tongue to replace his fingers, his teeth gently pull on my erect nipples as I run my hands through his thick hair.
He moves between my legs and I feel how hard he is as he grinds against me, torturing me with his slow movements. I moan as he presses deeper into me. But to my dismay, he pulls away, leaving me withering beneath him.
I wish I was brave enough to tell him what I want, but I think he’s doing this on purpose.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He coos, gliding his hands over my body.
Anxiety washes over me as he kisses my stomach, going lower with each kiss. Eventually, he rips my panties off, grabs my legs and jerks me farther down the bed. My gasps turn into a moan as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue expertly circles my clit, the feeling is so sensational I don’t think I can take much more.
I tug on his hair and feel his groan rumbling against me. “I’m about…to…”
He pulls away right before I become putty under his hands...well, mouth.
“Stop teasing me!” I yell through a loud moan.
He slaps my ass, hard. When I look at him between my legs, I can tell his demeanor has changed into something more serious.
“I can’t get the image of your ass grinding against that fucking dude out of my head.” He hisses. “You’re mine, Emma. No man will ever make you feel like I do.”
He fucks me with his fingers fast and hard until I’m squirming with pleasure, whimpers pouring from my lips. He lays beside me, his body pressed against me. I can feel him against my leg. I want to say something, but I can’t. I cling onto his body. I’m on the edge but I’m not sure if he will pull away again.
“Can I come now?” I pant, praying he will allow me too. The anticipation of his permission turns me on even more.
“Yes, you may.” He growls, thrusting more erratically but his movements are still precise.
I come with a scream moments later, but he continues his assault on my clit. My body trembles and jerks, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“I…I’m finished,” I whisper through moans, trying to jerk away as the pleasure becomes too much.
His fingers never let up as his other hand pins my hip down. “You’ll be finished when I say you are.” He growls. I feel myself grow wetter at his words. “Now, tell me who owns this pussy?”
I moan. “You do, Aiden.”
“Good girl.” He slows his movements and pulls me upright, flush against his throbbing bulge. He grips my hips firmly as he moves my body roughly, making me grind against him. “Now, who owns you?”
I cum for the second time, screaming his name, which brings a smile to his face. I move to undo his pants, but he grabs my wrist.
“As much as I want to fuck your brains out, I’m still pretty pissed about last night.”
I frown. “I really am sorry, but I’ve been waiting for you all day.” Trailing a finger along his jawline, I plant a kiss on his lips.
He grabs my hips, and my stomach growls, causing his eyebrows to raise. “Did you eat today?”
I shake my head.
“Up, kitchen now,” He orders, and I follow reluctantly.
He pulls out a ton of options and I mindlessly pick through them. There’s only one thing on my mind and it’s not on this counter. I know I just came but I want him inside me, I need him.
I glance over at Aiden. I know this is a stupid thing to do but, “I guess if you don’t want me, I can always go to a party and...” I don’t finish my fib, surprised at my words as my cheeks redden.
Aiden stalks over to me, taking deep calculated breaths, before gently wrapping his hand around my throat. The throbbing between my legs grows and I squeeze my legs together. He’s awakened my sexual desires in ways I never thought possible.
“The fuck you will,” He growls. “Bend over that fucking table.”
∞∞∞
I obey his request.
His hands are tight around my waist as he grinds against me. I wiggle my ass against his length, letting him know how much I want him in me. I hear a zipper flying down, and a wrapper being ripped open, before he rams into me from behind. I let out a moan as he stretches me almost uncomfortably. He grips my braid as he pumps in and out of me at a steady, rhythmic pace.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” He growls, slapping my ass.
I try to nod my head but his grip on my hair is too tight, causing twinges of pain which in turn causes the pleasure to override my senses.
“You’re such a good girl for me. Fuck.”
His words unravel me.
“You’re mine.” Aiden pounds harder into me. His hands caress me from behind,
