Thirty-Nine

 

"Spread those lovely legs for me, Bel," Aidan murmured between kisses as his lips moved down my breasts. His hands caressed my thighs as I willingly complied.

"Let me show you how grateful I am for what you did today." His words confused me as his lips distracted me, travelling lower until they tickled my inner thigh. More confused than ever, I tried to pull away.

"Bel," he began, his hands stroking where his lips had been only moments before. So close, almost teasing me, for I knew what he could do with those hands. I shifted again, so my legs were wider apart than before. "I'd like to taste you."

"What?" I sat up quickly, staring at him. My body shifted from aroused to afraid, as if I'd plunged into cold water. "You want to...what?" My alarm grew.

"To taste you, my beautiful Bel," Aidan murmured, touching his tongue to my skin. A slow lick until I stiffened at the sensation, from my nipples to my spine. I'd never felt anything so strange.

Aidan laughed, looking up at my face. "Look at you, Bel. I'd think you'd never..."

I shook my head, not sure how to tell him I had no idea what he meant. Fifteen fumbling minutes in the back seat of a car with a man whose name I never knew hadn't prepared me for whatever Aidan wanted to do to me now. I felt fear.

"Aw, Bel, I'm not going to bite you," he began again, still laughing. His laughter died as he realised he'd guessed my thoughts. "Hey." He sat up, too, on his knees between my legs, pulling me to his bare chest. "I thought you'd like it. Don't freeze up on me again, Bel. Please." His voice held an urgent entreaty.

I slowly relaxed into his embrace, telling myself I was being silly. "I'm not the fucking ice queen," I mumbled, the words slipping out before I realised I'd spoken them aloud.

Aidan's laughter rocked us both as he stroked my still-knotted hair with one hand, gently undoing the knot to let my hair down once more. "That's right, you're not. You're warm and wonderful, my beautiful Bel." The stroking stopped, before resuming a moment later, slower and more intimate. "Just like in that amazing shower we took together this morning..." His fingers were deft, reminding me. He kissed me deeply, taking my gasp as he took me to the cusp of a climax. "I love you, Bel."

I shouted his name, my body shuddering, almost drowning out his heartfelt words. Yet I clung to him, too, aware of every syllable and every sensation he inspired in me. I wished I had the breath to reply in kind.

Aidan held tight to me, murmuring in my ear. "Now, if it's all right with you, I'd like to do with my tongue what I just did with my fingers. I think you'd enjoy it. But it's up to you, Bel. I just want to hear you scream my name like that again."

I struggled for breath. "Is...are you...as good with...your mouth...as with...your hands?"

"Better." Aidan kissed me as the growled word faded into the air. Slowly, he leaned me back until my head rested on his satin-skinned pillow again.

Our lips parted and he smiled. "Shall I?" He dipped his head to touch his tongue to my nipple, delicately caressing the pink skin until it tingled.

"Yes," I whispered uncertainly, closing my eyes.

A gentle kiss touched my mouth, before Aidan chuckled. "I won't hurt you, Bel. I just want to pleasure you – any way you'd like. Anything you want me to do. Just name it." His hands caressed my breasts and belly as he moved. His next kiss was equally gentle, though considerably lower. "Relax, Bel."

I tried, but from the first swipe of his tongue I was lost to the electrifying sensation as Aidan set my every nerve alight with the fire of his love. Lust. Ah, maybe both. And mine.

I surrendered to his skill.

"Oh, Aidan...Aidan...OH!"