Until May (Until Her/Him #11)(47)

He lets one of my hands go, and the next thing I know, it’s on my thigh, then under my shirt and covering my breast. Hearing him groan as he tugs my nipple, I lean up and nip the underside of his jaw. His eyes that have gone dark with desire get darker, then his mouth covers mine, and I lose myself completely, kissing him back.

“Oh,” I breathe, dragging my mouth from his when his big hand moves down my stomach, and his fingers delve under the top edge of my panties, right between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” His forehead drops to my chest as he makes a tortured sound, then two fingers circle my clit before sinking deep inside me, causing my core to tighten.

“Oh my God.” I press my thighs together, wanting to keep him right where he is, sure that he’ll pull away because we’ve never gotten this far before. “Don’t stop.”

“Open for me.” He leans up, finding my mouth as his thumb rolls over my clit. My thighs fall apart while I kiss him back, and his fingers move inside me, curling up at just the right point, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. When he pulls away, I almost start to protest, but then he’s leaning back on his knees, dragging my legs apart, ripping my panties to the side, and dropping his mouth to my very center. The first swipe of his tongue feels foreign, having never had a man go down on me before, but when he adds his fingers and suction, I thread my fingers through his hair to keep him right where he is and lift my hips to get closer to his talented mouth.

My muscles bunch, my core tightens, my eyes squeeze tight, and a sense of euphoria washes over me as I fall head-first into my orgasm. Not willing to even take a breath, because I don’t want anything to take away from the sensations coursing through me as I come with his mouth between my legs.

When I feel the rough scruff of his jaw on my inner thigh, I open my eyes and watch him sit back, and wrap his fist around his cock, pumping it in quick, steady strokes as his fingers play between my legs, and he watches. Pulling my hips back from his touch, his eyes fly up to mine. “What are you doing, doll?”

“Giving us what we both want.” I twist my hips to the side so I can shimmy my panties down my thighs, then I sit up and rip off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. “Unless you don’t—”

“I don’t have a condom,” he cuts me off, his eyes moving over me as his palm slides over my knee and I lick my lips.

“I’m on birth control and haven’t…” My cheeks warm as I cut myself off. “It’s been a long time.”

“I’m clean but are you ready for that doll?” His eyes lock with mine and I tell him the truth.

“With you, yes.” I nod, and his eyes slide closed as his chest heaves.

“Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” His eyes open and the heated look in his gaze causes my pulse to quicken. I meet him halfway as his face lowers toward mine and kiss him as his heavy weight settles between my thighs. As his chest presses into mine, his hands reach back to grasp my ankles, and he pulls them up to wrap around his waist. “Hold me tight.” Feeling him so close to where I need him, I wiggle my hips, listening to him groan right before the head of his cock rubs up and down my slit and he starts to slowly slide inside me.

My lips part and my head digs back into the pillows behind me. Not only is he thick, but he’s long and hard, and with his heavy weight and mouth working down my neck to my breast, I know it won’t be long before I’m coming again.

When his lips wrap around my nipple and he’s fully seated inside me, I arch off the bed and dig my nails into his back. “Aiden.” I don’t even know what I want to say, but before I can think of something, anything, he pulls his hips back, only to slide forward again, and then he does it again. Each thrust of his hips sends me closer to the edge. “Harder,” I urge, not that he needs it. He’s frantic as he fucks me and I relish every single thrust.

“Give me your mouth,” he demands, and I right my neck, lifting up just enough to catch his mouth, and he thrusts his tongue between my lips. I drag my hands up his back and hold on as he takes me, then tear my mouth from his and bury my face against his chest as a tingle begins to travel across my scalp and down my spine. When darkness begins to drag me under, my head falls back, and I find his gaze, the look in his eyes so fricking beautiful that it hurts to see it directed at me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His thrusts speed up, and I hold on as tight as I can until the dam breaks.

As I come apart under him, I watch his neck arch and listen to his deep groan as he slows his thrusts, riding me through my orgasm before he comes deep inside me, planting himself there while dropping his mouth to my neck. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I close my eyes, relishing in the aftershocks of my orgasm and the feel of his weight.

“Don’t move, please,” I whisper when I feel his muscles bunch like he’s about to roll us, and his body relaxes against mine while he kisses my bare shoulder.

“How’s your head?” he asks softly, and I search for the headache I felt earlier, but it’s gone.

“Fine. Who knew orgasms cured hangovers?” He leans back, and I slowly open my eyes, finding him smiling at me. Licking my lips, I try—really try—not to be dazzled by how handsome he is, but it’s difficult, now seeing the very pleased expression on his face and his hair in disarray from my fingers. Since the moment I saw his photo, I thought he was gorgeous, but like this, he looks like some kind of archangel sent from heaven to test the willpower of the women on earth.