Can we talk about sex with Aiden Black?

I was a goner.

I was lost.

I was completely and utterly head over heels. Whipped.

Whatever we did an hour ago was probably outlawed in five states, and enthusiastically applauded in five other. You’d think by the way Aiden lasted that he hadn’t had sex in ten years.

He rolled another condom on his thick erection then parted my legs. His breath was warm and moist as he worshipped my pussy with his tongue. The stubble of his chin scraped across the delicate skin of my inner thigh. Tingles zipped down my spine, and my center throbbed. I yearned for him to be inside me. I wanted his big cock pumping into me. Hard. Harder.

I put my hands on his shoulders. “Fuck me, Aiden,” I said. “Inside me. Now. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Patience, Violet.” He caressed my breasts with one hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it hardened and I moaned. “I’ve been a waiting a long time for you,” he said. He played with my clit and I squirmed on the bed in that tiny attic room trying not to cry out and wake the entire household.

“Fuck me, Aiden Black,” I said. “I adore you. I’m crazy about you. Don’t forget that technically I’m your fiancée so you’re supposed to make me happy.”

“Come for me first, my beautiful fiancée.”

“I already came.”

“Again,” he said. “I have a new craving. Watching Violet Accardi come. Come under my hand. Come under my touch. Come—”

“With your big glorious, hard cock inside of me.”

“Come for me, Violet.” His face glistened in the moonlight. “Make me a happy man.”

I closed my eyes, sighed and lay back against the narrow confines of the bed with his head between my knees. “Put your finger inside me. Now.”

He did as I commanded and my center hugged him, dying to hug more of him.

“Good,” I said. “Two fingers.”

He followed my instructions, slipped another finger inside, and I sighed.

His fingers were inside me, fucking me. His thumb was outside, swirling across my very wet folds. He stroked my clit, back and forth. “Good, Aiden. So good.” Time slipped away. Numbness washed through my body like Champagne bubbles. Spasms built in the v between my legs. My breathing grew shallower. His mouth was now on my breasts; licking, sucking, scraping.

“I’m coming, Aiden.” I shivered. Spasms tore through me. Waves undulated through my body and I curled my toes. “Fuck. Me. That. Was. Good!”

I blinked my eyes open and stared up at him.

He had this delicious grin in the moonlight. Like the cat that ate the canary. It was the same smile he wore when we kissed under the mistletoe. He was so fucking hot. My Aiden Black was so fucking hot.

He crawled his way up my tiny bed, positioned himself over me and kissed me on the mouth; his tongue exploring, his teeth, biting, his hands claiming. He took one of my hands and place it over my head. “Pretty,” he said. “You are impossibly pretty.”

He lifted my other hand and placed that over my head as well. Then held both of them down. “Kiss me, Violet.”

I lifted my head and I kissed his beautiful lips. He edged between my legs, his thick, hard cock bumping my sensitive bud, and I tried not to gasp. His breath was raspy. He held my hands down with one of his. With his free hand he held onto his erection and rubbed it against the very wet v between my legs. “Inside me, Aiden,” I moaned.

“Yes.”

He pushed inside me and my breath caught in my throat. Two fingers hadn’t prepared me for Aiden Black’s big, beautiful cock.

“Breathe,” he said, thrusting slowly inside me.

And so I did. And we found our rhythm. And we found our way.

“Long time, Violet,” he said. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

He pumped into me harder.

We turned and he positioned me on top.

He gripped his hands on top of my hips lifting me up and impaling me on his gorgeous dick. He was so deep inside me. He felt so good. “Ride me harder,” I moaned. “I will always remember tonight. I will always remember you inside me.”

“I’m crazy about you, Violet. On your knees.”

We maneuvered around the tiny bed and I positioned my ass high in the air in front of him, my elbows on the bed. He fucked me with abandon, his hands gripping the top of my pelvis. Slapping sounds came from the impact of his dick inside me. My ass hit his lower abdomen. “I’m fucking crazy about you.” He exploded inside me, shuddering in ecstasy, and finally collapsed spent and sweaty on top of me. He kissed my face.

I didn’t know how things could get any better. I wanted to freeze this moment in time.

* * *

Funny how sex can change things.

The Accardi clan – which now temporarily included Aiden, his sister, her wife, Flavio, and various thugs and bodyguards - took a few golf carts into town. The drivers dropped us at the outskirts of the piazza, which was outfitted for the Erice Food Fest.

Aiden and I sat next to each other saying nothing, our hands loosely touching.

Flavio stared at us and frowned. “Something’s different between the two of you,” he said.

“It’s how it was always meant to be, buddy,” Aiden said.

“Violet Accardi is still mine—”

“Whatever.”

Multi-colored umbrellas topped food booths. A stage was set up to accommodate a variety of bands. A choral group singing Pink songs was rocking out, even though it was only 11 a.m.

Rosalia and her brothers met up with us.

“Ciao bella,” Rosalia said and kissed both my cheeks. “I’m so happy to be home! Who is this gorgeous man?” She stared up at Flavio like he was sliced pastrami, and batted her eyelashes.

“Oh,” he said, his eyes widening, his gaze torn between the two of us.

“Where’s Papa?” I asked.

Mom looked down at a printed flier. “At his booth. It’s number twenty-five. Let’s go cheer on his almond biscotti and his almond butter cookies.”

“Aiden?” I took his arm and whispered to him.

“Yes?”

“How soon before we can sneak back to the place?”

“An hour.”

“Good. Did I tell you I love fucking you?”

He smiled. “You did. Did I tell you that you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever crushed on?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever crushed on.”

“Aiden?” Vincent said, “A word in private.”

“Do you have to?” I asked.

“Yes,” Uncle Vincent said.

“I’m sorry,” Aiden said. “Back to your side in a heartbeat.”

“Good.”