CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Crisp white sheets caressed my tingly flesh. Aidan pulled down his shorts. I couldn’t help but drink him in. His rod-hard penis curved up to his belly button. The anticipation of being penetrated made me creamy and sticky.
Aidan clasped me in his strong arms. We fitted so well together. Skin on skin, he stroked my hair. He pulled away and played with a strand of my hair that was lying against my breast. “You’re exquisite. I couldn’t take my eyes off you last night at the gala.” He kissed me tenderly. He undid himself from my hold and stretched over to the drawer to get a rubber.
I gave a staggered sigh. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, caressing me.
As a response, I opened my legs wide.
Aidan stroked my swollen bud. The pleasant ache returned. It hadn’t really left. He placed his two fingers at my entrance, and they slithered in with little effort. Aidan’s breath became heavy. “How is that? Am I hurting you?”
“It feels nice,” I purred.
“You’re so moist—dripping, in fact. You’re extremely beautiful, Clarissa.” He removed his fingers and sucked them. “Your flavor is addictive.”
Although I winced at the grossness, I still found it erotic. He kissed me again. His lips burned into mine.
Aidan pulled away. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You must tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“Uh-huh,” I replied. Words were stuck back in my dry throat. Blood charged through my veins as his fingers fluttered over my bud. Within only a few sublime flourishes, the orgasm arrived. That was how inflamed I was.
“That’s it, sweet baby. I love that you’re so sensitive and responsive.” He buried his face in my breasts, making a meal of my nipples again.
Love-making was more tantalizing than I could have ever imagined.
Aidan ripped off the plastic from his rubber and fitted himself in readiness. I couldn’t help but watch. His cock made my mouth water.
He ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “I wish I had the right words to describe how stunning you are.” His hands slid down my body, over my hips. “So beautiful,” he whispered. His fingers entered my wet sex, and he hissed. “Oh…my angel.”
To avoid crushing me, Aidan shifted his weight onto his strong arms. The sinews and veins were so alluring—my fingers luxuriated over his bulging muscles. I imbibed every bit of him. Sea and sex, his scent undid me. If it could have been bottled, I’d have sprayed it around my bed at night.
Aidan groaned into my kiss as we clasped each other. His penis pushed imploringly against my leg.
My hands moved down his hard torso. Every smooth contour of his muscles rippled under my curious fingers. Down his rock-hard thigh they crept. His breath hitched. Anticipation deepened. The closer my fingers got to his cock, the quicker his heart raced against mine.
Aidan’s pulsating penis fell into my hand. A stretched rasp fell from his lips as he parted my legs. “Direct me in,” he said, hoarse.
I placed his broad shaft between the lips of my sex. Such was the need to experience him that any remnant of fear had vanished.
Slowly, I guided his thickness into me, one inch at first—the stretching was so extreme it hurt. Aidan’s body trembled. Tortured, his face contorted. Or was that ecstasy?
I could tell, instinctively, that Aidan wanted to penetrate deep and hard. But his concern for my wellbeing was stronger.
Flexing my pelvis, I took him in deeper. His large hard balls hit my palm. With a gentle push he inched deeper, while his unsteady breath resonated through me.
Aidan gritted his teeth, stifling a roar.
Oh my, it was indeed painful. Like a knife. My eyebrows drew in sharply. Witnessing my reaction, he stopped. “No, don’t, please,” I whimpered. My pelvis tilted towards him, and Aidan entered deeper.
Just like mine, his heartbeat increased. A primal growl escaped his clenched jaw as Aidan reached the full depth of my sex. With extreme care, almost tentatively, he moved in and out.
As I stretched around his hard cock, the pain disappeared and became pleasurable. The friction from his thrust generated a pleasurable burning sensation. Spasms started to shiver through me. I was clenched tightly around him.
“Are you okay? You are exceptionally tight,” Aidan whispered.
“Yes,” I uttered in breathless whisper. “I’m sorry if it’s difficult.”
“Clarissa, words cannot describe how you feel. You’re every man’s dream. You’re my dream.”
The thrusting increased in speed. I held onto his firm, round butt, which was as tactile as the rest of him. My thighs wrapped around his athletic legs.
A slow, long breath left him. “Oh my God, you feel good—too good.” His movements built in rhythm. Aidan’s breathing was so ferocious it penetrated through my flesh. The friction between us was divine as thick creamy waves engulfed me.
“I can’t hold on. I have to come.” Aidan’s voice struggled, his face contorting. Jaw clenched, his head fell back. In a wild rush, he exploded, crying out my name with a primal roar.
He fell into my embrace panting. Aidan held me tight as he regained his senses.
“I’m sorry that was too soon. I’ve never felt anything as perfect as that. You’re addictively delectable,” he said, stroking my cheek. He pulled back his head so he could see my face. “How was it? Please tell me it wasn’t too painful. I hope I didn’t bruise you.”
I was so overcome with emotion that I almost laughed for some crazy reason.
Aidan puckered his brow questioningly.
“At first it hurt. You’re extremely big,” I said, back to awkward Clarissa. “But it became really pleasurable after I got used to it.”
“You divine angel.” Aidan continued to caress me gently. “Next time, I won’t come as quickly. I need you to come with me,” he said, devouring me with his hooded blue eyes.
“I’ve already orgasmed three times, Aidan,” I said. He kissed me deeply and slowly. In his arms I remained as I drifted off.
When I opened my eyes, Aidan was on his side, staring at me. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Have you been awake long?”
“I haven’t slept.” He reached for a glass of juice and passed it over to me. “Here, would you like a drink?”
I lifted myself off my elbows and took the glass. The juice went down well. I was really thirsty.
“Finish it. I’ve already had a few,” Aidan said.
“So why haven’t you slept? Did I keep you awake?”
“You did,” said Aidan with that adorable lopsided smile of his.
My brows shot up. “What—do I snore?”
He laughed. “No, silly.” He tapped my nose. “I needed to keep looking at you. You’re as beautiful asleep as awake, if not more so.”
I fell into his arms. Aidan’s warm lips softened into mine. Slow and drugging, the caress of his mouth set my body aflame, melting me like chocolate. His tongue traced my swollen lips and entered my mouth.
Within an instant, Aidan’s need became fierce. His hands were all over my heavy breasts, groaning into my mouth, his lips hot and fiery. Meanwhile, pushing against my thigh, his cock pleaded to be stroked.
The desire to devour him suddenly swept through me. I traveled down the bed and placed the wide head of his velvety cock into my mouth. Salty arousal dripped onto my tongue while his hands were filled with my breasts.
Veiny and rod-hard, he stretched my mouth to the limit as my lips moved up and down.
Aidan pulled away. “No. Not this way,” he said, tracing my lips with his fingers. “I love your sensual lips on my cock so much that I won’t last. And I haven’t got all day to fuck you. If only. Before I leave this morning, I want my cock to make you come.” He took me into his arms.
A powerful reminder of lost innocence, the few drops of blood on the sheet made me recoil. Aidan held me tight. He whispered something inaudible while caressing me. “My darling girl,” was all I heard.
His warm breath on my cheek, Aidan said, “You’re a goddess.” His ravenous tongue supped on every inch of my prickling flesh, leaving a trail of electricity all the way to my sex. There he teased and fluttered over my swollen clit until I came ferociously into his mouth.
I lay there, ready, legs wide open, dripping in arousal. He grabbed his primed, sheathed cock. This time, it slid in with no piercing pain, just a deep stretch that was so overwhelmingly satisfying that I moaned all the way.
“Clarissa, you’ll be my undoing,” he whispered into my ear, trembling with lust. He moved in and out. I was so inflamed and sensitive that the friction was sheer ecstasy. “I want to go hard, but I don’t want to hurt you,” he stammered.
“It’s okay. Please do,” I rasped.
Oh, how he filled me. With pure animal grace, Aidan ploughed into me. My pelvis moved up to meet his. His deep penetration sent electrifying shudders through me. My heart raced so fast I was lost in a dizzy haze. Each time he re-entered the heat intensified.
Spasms, tormenting and endless—I lost control. His big cock was on a ravaging campaign. Pure heat burned into me. While his hungry hands hadn’t left my breasts, his mouth traveled away from my tumescent lips and feasted on my nipples. He bit me gently and I gasped in delightful agony.
Aidan’s groans became growls as the room resonated with the primal cries of a couple lost in the throes of pure, raw passion.
Glued together by sweat, we were all flesh. My sex clenched tightly. I hurtled beyond the point of return, collapsing in a gush of pure heat. Then, without time to bask in that, another orgasm brewed as he relentlessly slid in and out of me.
The slow eruption began. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. Commencing with glowing stars shattering behind my eyes, a wave of swelling heat blasted me. With each hot wave, the swell grew in slow, toe-curling, time-stretching ripples. I surrendered, and my senses tumbled out of control. A stretched gasp left me. My nails sank into Aidan’s sticky flesh. As he stretched the last vowel in my name it sounded as if he was plunging into a deep well.
We held each other tight. Our hearts beat in unison, taking quite some time to land back on earth.
When Aidan’s breathing returned to normal, his gaze was so all-consuming I thought he was about to say something. But he kissed me with feverish tenderness instead