The Pretend Girlfriend (A Billionaire Love Story #1)(72)

However, those doubts soon disappeared when Aiden's hot lips showed no signs of slowing. In fact, he seemed barely able to keep this bit of teasing up. His hot breaths washed out over the flesh of her inner thigh.

"Aiden..." Gwen breathed as his mouth slid closer to that slickness between her thighs.

She couldn't say anything else. A gasp burst from her mouth when he kissed her sex. Her fingers shot down and tangled themselves in his hair again, trying to pull him closer for more of that delicious pressure.

His tongue tasted her nectar, then began licking eagerly. All the muscles below her stomach clenched up, the sensation of his mouth against her almost too much to bear.

Her body responded to his skilful ministrations, which drew more and more of her dew out. But that simply made him hungrier, more lustful. He lapped up all she could give him with an insatiable hunger. Her inner walls quivered in delight as the tip of his tongue did something so wonderfully naughty that her bottom started arching off the bed.

And her fingers squeezed so hard in his hair that she thought she must be close to tearing it out. Whether Aiden felt any discomfort, she couldn't say. If anything, he liked it.

She called out his name again and again as he brought her to a climax, her whole body boiling with the heat of it.

When he stopped, she couldn't wait any longer for him. No more teasing or games; they needed to be together, right that second, right that instant.

They tore off the bits of clothing that remained on their bodies. Gwen wanted to stop for a moment to admire Aiden's pectorals, his broad shoulders and his abdominals. But not as much as she wanted to feel his weight over her. And he, too, clearly wanted to admire her body some more (which gave Gwen a happy glow) but he also succumbed to his baser, primal desires.

She admired his quivering manhood as he rolled the condom he'd grabbed from a drawer in the bedside table down his length.

Bracing himself on his arms above her, he guided himself between her legs. They both stopped breathing when he pushed against her opening. And then, maddeningly, he paused.

"What is it?" Gwen asked.

"Tell me this is what you want," Aiden replied.

"You know it is."

He kissed her gently, sweetly. "I just wanted to make sure. I've wanted this for a while now, and I just needed to know it wasn't in my head."

Gwen squeezed his biceps and let her hands slide up to his shoulders, then down his chest and stomach and back up. He had such a great body. Why did he hide it under layers of expensive tailored suits all the time?

Lifting her neck, she kissed him for a moment, then let her head fall back to the pillow. "I need you," she said, looking into his eyes.

He slid into her, both of them gasping. The entire world dropped away until it consisted of just their two entwined bodies. Gwen's body practically burst with the sensation of being with Aiden. It wasn't like the dream at all. It was real.

Aiden started slowly at first, letting her tense body get used to his size. She luxuriated in the sensation of his manhood thrusting into her.

It had been a while since she’d last been with a man, and she felt extra sensitive, extra aware of how their bodies joined together.

When he started going faster, she wrapped her legs around the small of his back and locked her ankles together, using them to urge him to greater speed.

The room filled with their shared groans and gasps.

Gwen loved to run her hands up and down his chest, and to take hold of his shoulders. Aiden hissed when she dug her nails into his flesh.

Soon, they both glistened with the sweat of their exertions. Aiden kept his pace even, never slowing. When Gwen felt her climax begin, he sped up, guiding and riding her through it.

And he still wasn't done.

From there, they changed to a spooning position, Gwen's shoulders resting against Aiden's chest. His hot breaths kept washing across her neck and face, and he whispered sexy little nothings into her ear. One of his hands explored her body, tracing her figure until his fingers finally entwined in the hair at the back of her head.

He made a fist and pulled back, making Gwen expose her neck. This he kissed, his stubble tickling her. She liked giving him the control, liked how he commanded her body.

Aiden's insistent strokes brought Gwen to another climax, this one leaving her shaking and sweaty.

How can he make me feel so good? Gwen wondered. Again, she considered whether this could possibly be another dream. The most erotic, sensual dream of her life. But she knew that it couldn't be a dream. Despite being almost unbelievable, it felt far too real. He felt real.

And Gwen wanted to make him feel good the way he made her.

So they uncoupled, kissing as Gwen rolled him onto his back. She mounted him again, letting her body sink down onto him. He filled her so nicely.

And then Gwen rode him, supporting herself with her hands planted on his strong chest. She loved watching the way his lips and eyes expressed his pleasure.

Aiden's hands moved from her hips to her bottom, helping lift her up. Soon, the big bed groaned beneath them from the force of her movement.

"You make me feel so good, Gwen..." Aiden said. He gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. He was close, Gwen knew.

Just like he did with her, Gwen guided him through his climax, never relenting, never slowing. His fingers squeezed her, and his whole body seemed to clench up beneath her.

When it ended, she rolled off of him and he held her.