That ride home became a blur in Aidan’s mind after Moira said yes. He didn’t remember much of it other than their mouths fusing together, her fingers scraping his scalp and pulling his hair, or her thighs straddling his on the leather seat.

Taking Moira in the backseat of a car was not an option. He didn’t want their first time to be a cliché. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to make things fun. For both of them. Hooking his hands on her shoulders, he pressed her body down on his hard-on, teasing her over the thin fabric of her panties. Even through their clothes, her warmth embraced his cock.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered in her ear.

She moaned and rubbed herself against him.

He kneaded her back, moving his hands down to her glorious butt, as he claimed her mouth again. She clasped his neck, sucking his tongue, when his hands reached her ass. Aidan clutched her round butt cheeks, squeezing them together. Moira groaned inside his mouth, and the sweet aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils.

“Good to know you like it. I’m kind of an ass man myself.”

Her hands stopped stroking his shoulder for a moment. She moved her fingers back to his hair and covered his lips, cheeks and, nose in a multitude of quick kisses.

“I’ve never had a man in there.”

Aidan’s heart performed a couple of cartwheels in his chest worth of fucking Olympian gold. He pulled away until she couldn’t hide from him anymore. He waited for Moira to drag her stare from the button of his shirt to his face.

A million questions popped in his mind, but he went with the most important. “Any particular reason?”

She shrugged.

He waited.

She sighed and gave him the puppy eyes routine.

He waited.

And raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, all right, if you insist.” She grumbled, and he reined in a smirk. Barely. “I’m afraid.”

“I get it. I won’t pressure you, I would never get you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

She kissed the tip of his nose. “Thanks.”

“Just know this.” He run an index along her spine, from the base of her skull to the last bone. “I’d be honored to be the first man in here.” He teased the crack between her cheeks. “If and when you feel like it.”

Her tense muscles relaxed under his finger, so Aidan got adventurous. He captured her lower lip between his, pulled it inside his mouth, and suck it gently. When Moira cupped his neck and returned the kiss, he tapped her tiny hole with the tip of his finger. She hissed, arched her back, and moaned.

Promising.

Luckily, the limo parked in the underground garage before he came in his pants.

As they waited for the elevator in the garage, an elderly couple joined them. Aidan greeted them with a nod. They had ridden the elevator together before. The couple lived on the thirtieth floor, one floor below his penthouse. When the four entered the metal box, Aidan leaned against the back wall, laced an arm around Moira’s waist, and pulled her against his side. He was tempted by the idea of fondling her perfect ass as they climbed the floors. But, decided it would be too crass. She deserved better than to be groped in public.

No matter how tempting her butt was.

In the privacy of his apartment, the game changed.

He pinned Moira against the closed door, stooping his head to kiss her hungry mouth. She draped her arms behind his neck and the world stopped spinning as their tongues caressed and stroked. She hugged his waist with her luscious thighs, cradling his hard-on against her warm sex. Through the layers of clothes, her heat touched him.

“I need a breather, or I’ll explode,” he begged, his teeth pulling her lower lip for good measure.

Her muscles quivered around him, and Aidan clutched her butt to support her body.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Her raspy whisper caressed his ear.

“I’ve got an idea.”

Without letting go of her, Aidan ambled to his bedroom. The king-sized bed, covered in a dark blue brocade cover resembled an oasis to the thirsty man he had become.

“Trust me?” He inquired, still holding her against his chest.

She nodded, a crease marking the space between her eyebrows.

“Words, Moira.”

“I trust you.”

He rubbed her cheek with his nose.

“Thank you.”

Scooping her up, Aidan lowered Moira on the bed, settling her in the center. She sat and observed him get rid of his clothes as if that was the most fascinating activity. Her whiskey eyes following his movements made Aidan’s cock twitch. He palmed its purple head, eyes on hers, and it pulsed under his hand when she swept her lips with her tongue.

“You’re killing me. You’ve got no idea what your eyes do to me.”

The siren smiled and dropped her stare to his cock. The beast jerked. “I guess I do.”

“Good.” He crawled on the bed and knelt in front of her. “Then, you know how much effort this will cost me.”

Moira knitted her eyebrows further together; but complied with his silent request for her to kneel in front of him. Aidan pulled the dress over her head and tossed it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. His eyes trained on her nipples as they hardened under the sheer black lace of her pushup bra.

He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the pointy nubs, watching her neck arch back and her lids cover her amber eyes. He would rather have them on him, but he wouldn’t order her around. Plus, with closed eyes, Moira would have her other senses heightened.

He pushed the bra over and under her breasts to uncover them and jut them up. Then, he leaned and planted a kiss in the valley between them. She clutched his shoulder and bowed her spine, thrusting her chest up.

He smiled and licked each nipple. Once.

Her fingers speared through his hair, and Moira gasped.

Aidan straightened his spine and let go of her. Then, he waited for Moira to return to earth.

When she dragged her eyelids up, uncovering a fire in her whiskey eyes that threatened to burn him at the spot, it took all Aidan had not to cover her mouth with his and plunge his cock inside her warmth.

His hard-on raged demanding reparation. Still, he didn’t oblige.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, and Aidan hated himself for the quiver in her voice.

He was aware he had put it there.

And he intended to wipe it out of her life. The self-doubt.

But, for now, he had to tread lightly.

“Nothing is wrong. I was admiring the view.”

Her slow smile got his pulse spiking.

“Well, thanks, I guess. But, the scenery here could use some plowing, if you get my drift.”

He did. And how.

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, the only point of contact between them, and leaned forward, forcing Moira to lie on her back. When her back lay flat on the mattress, he abandoned her mouth and trailed kissed down her body until her sex. She flexed her knees and squeezed her thighs around his head.

“You said you trusted me.” Aidan pushed her knees down until they rested on the mattress again.

“I do.”

“Good.”

He dipped his head again, licking her curls and Moira hissed, but relaxed her tense muscles. Aidan smiled against the soft skin of her thighs, flattened his tongue, and licked her again. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her features relaxed, but the muscles on her pelvis jerked under her thin skin.

Good.

Moira yelped when he flipped her on the mattress as if she were a rag doll. “What the fuck, Aidan?”

He braced himself over her, then pushed his body down on hers, until their skin connected, from chest to legs. He nudged her cheek with his chin, then kissed her ear.

“Better now?”

She bobbed her head.

“I told you I would never make you uncomfortable. Are you okay with this?” He wiggled his hips and his hard-on nestled between her butt cheeks.

She groaned, pulling the dark blue cover with her teeth. “Yes.”

He braced himself on his hands again and lifted off her body. Moira snapped her head over her shoulders and frowned.

“Only when you’re ready, which you aren’t tonight. But I can give you a preview.”

Aidan kissed his way down her spine, until his lips reached the top of her butt. His cock twitched and leaked, begging for attention, but he ignored it.

He had a woman to please.

The perfect woman.

His woman.

Aidan cupped her butt cheeks, squeezed them together. Moira wiggled them, and he chuckled.

“Who’s a naughty girl?”

“I am. Are you going to spank me?” She giggled into the pillow.

“No. I’ll do one better.”

He snaked one hand under her body, cupping her sex, rubbing her hard nub as his speared tongue toyed with her tiny hole.

“Fuck!” She bowed off the mattress, but he followed her movement, never letting go.

Moira collapsed again on the bed, when he tweaked her clit at the same time as he licked the round edge of her butt cheeks.

Aidan flipped her over again, her eyelids were heavy, her skin flushed pink in all the right places.

“You’re gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

She closed her fingers around his hard shaft and smiled. “You haven’t gotten lucky yet.” Licking her lip, she suggested, “Give me a moment, and I’ll show you how lucky you’ve gotten.”

He could think of few things better than Moira’s lips sucking him dry.

Yet he resisted.

Smiling, he stooped down and kissed her lips. “Tempting, but this is about you. We’ll get to that some other time.”

Her slacked jaw and rounded eyes were so cute, he almost forgot his plan.

Almost.

Aidan settled his broad shoulders between her thighs, splayed one hand on her midriff, and dipped his head to collect his prize. He clamped his lips on her sex, pulled her clit into his mouth, holding it between his teeth, and sucked it. He alternated sucking and flicking the little bundle of nerves until Moira whimpered and her arousal dripped from his chin. When her flesh quivered, he let go of her clit and lapped at her sex, drinking her pleasure. Moira pulled at his hair, clasped his shoulders, buried her nails in his flesh, but he didn’t relent. As more waves of pleasure claimed her body, making her thighs twitch and her moans grow louder, Aidan inserted a finger in her, crooking it to find her sweet spot, thumbing her clit, and kept lapping her arousal away.

“I can’t take it. Please, Aidan. It’s too much,” she whispered, biting her balled fist.

He raised his head to stare into her eyes, drunken with satisfaction.

“There’s no such a thing as too much pleasure. Relax and let me take care of you.”

He nodded to the fist she still held to her mouth and she smiled, opening the hand on the pillow beside her head. “I want you inside me.”

“I’m getting there.”

She nudged his side with her shin. “Like now, I mean.”

“Patience.” He knelt between her legs, keeping them wide open, and cupped her sex, holding her stare with his. “Please, don’t close your eyes this time. I need to see you.”

She obliged, and the changing hues in the amber of her stare hypnotized Aidan, as he increased the speed of his fingers, stroking her sex and clit. Her body squeezed his hand, her juices coated his fingers, and he exulted as the waves of sensations chased one another and took Moira up. She bowed on the mattress and yelled his name.

Multiple times.

When he couldn’t hold on to his self-control any longer, Aidan withdrew his hand from her warmth, sheathed his cock in a condom, and poised the head of the head of his erection between her folds. Bracing himself on an arm, he hovered over her, gazes locked together.

Moira buried her nails in his butt and wrapped her legs around his waist, derailing his plan of taking her slowly.

There was nothing slow in her urgency.

It matched his own to perfection.

He plunged his tongue inside her mouth at the same time he thrust his cock inside her slippery walls, to the hilt, until his balls hit her flesh.

“Heaven. You feel like heaven,” he whispered in her ear, afraid to move and break the spell.

Again, the vixen wrested control from him, squeezing her thighs around his hips, then digging her heels on his butt. She framed his face and claimed his mouth.

He couldn’t stand still, her spell was too strong to be broken. He didn’t need fear that. So, he found a rhythm to the sway of his hips, going in and out of her tight body, rubbing her clit with each pass.

Moira followed his movements with such precision it astounded him.

As his own release approached, Moira’s body started to quiver around his cock. Aidan leaned down and whispered, “Do you feel it too? It’s like we’ve made love a million times before?”

“Yes, it’s amazing,”

“Like we’ve been cut from the same cloth, the way we fit together. Perfect.”

“I know.” She moaned the words as her body clenched, gripping him in the most intimate, sinful embrace.

He lost the power of speech when his orgasm hit him so hard it clouded his vision. His mouth descended on hers, her body wrapped around his, and he unloaded in the latex glove, deep inside her warmth.

Dizzy, he collapsed on the mattress, rolled on his back, and pulled Moira’s limb body over his chest. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but forming coherent thoughts was impossible.

He closed his eyes, intent on relaxing for a moment, so he could regroup and convince Moira he deserved a second round for being such a good guy.

Next thing he knew, Moira’s lips were wrapped around his very erect cock.

“How did that happen?”

She chuckled, and the sound echoed on his skin. Riveting.

“You fell asleep on me. You fucking went and fell asleep.”

“No way. I was just resting my eyes for a bit.”

“Do you snore when you rest your eyes?”

“I don’t snore. Period.”

“Let me guess. Have you ever shared your room with another human being?” When he opened his mouth to reply, Moira raised her hand. “Other than mom and dad, or girlfriends you had been dating for less than a year?”

He closed his mouth and expression.

She burst out laughing, then kissed his pouty lip. “I didn’t think so. I’m sorry to burst your bubble. You snore.”

Moira shrieked when Aidan rolled her onto her back and pinned her down on the mattress. Laughing, he laced their fingers and suggested, “I’ll have to stay up, then.”

When he didn’t let her free her hands, she pouted. “Not fair. It was my turn to pleasure you.”

“Next time, try less conversation and a little more action.”

She squealed when he nibbled at her nipple, then latched his mouth on her breast.

It took them a long time until they were able to talk again.