Riding Curves (11 page)

"Please…" My hips started to dance and
I could feel moisture seeping from my cunt. If I didn't get a few
minutes under biting cold water, I would orgasm before he had me
naked. "I'll be super quick, I promise."

He lightly nipped my throat but freed
me. "Don't you dare change your mind about returning to my bed,
love."

I caught his reflection before I could
scamper away, my chest constricting at the pain I'd caused him when
I saw his haunted gaze. I turned, curled a palm against each side
of his face and kissed him. "Not gonna happen."

Grinning, I fled into the bathroom,
the gray camisole flapping behind me like a silk banner signaling
my complete surrender.

********************

I opened the bathroom door fifteen
minutes later to find Aiden stripped naked on the bed, his gorgeous
member semi-rigid and a lazy smile on his face. Seeing me, he moved
into a sitting position, his cock at full attention before his feet
touched the floor.

I blushed, surprised and pleased at
how quickly his body reacted to mine. That, too, was only fair. All
those minutes I'd spent beneath the cold, invigorating water
disappeared as a volcano of wet need surged through me.

His hands seized my hips the moment I
came within arm's reach. He drew me closer, his legs parting so I
could stand at the edge of the mattress between them. Looking up at
me, his cheeks colored and I could see a bus full of mischief in
his eyes.

"A neighbor noticed your car and
called your parents." The twinkle in his eyes sparkled brighter.
"Your dad answered."

The heat began to ebb from my body.
"What did you tell him?"

"That I would explain things better at
brunch tomorrow." He cinched me tight, one hand locking around his
opposite forearm behind my bottom to bar any potential retreat.
"But that I hoped he would welcome me as his
son-in-law."

I let my knees press against the
mattress before they had a chance to give out on me. "Is that a
proposal, Aiden Perry?"

His eyes positively glittered like
diamonds as his hands moved up under the camisole to brace against
the small of my back and control my center of gravity. "More like a
command, or are you going to break my heart all over again,
flutterby?"

Gazing into them, I realized his eyes
shimmered because they were misting with emotion.

Love and the fear I would
reject him.

Fresh tears slid down my cheeks. He
had removed any fear of rejection I might have, leaving me brimming
only with love. I threaded my fingers through his hair. "I promise
I will always protect your heart above my own as long as I live.
Aiden, love, I'm so sor--"

"No, Cece." He contorted, pulling me
onto the bed and quickly covering me with his sculpted body. "No
more sorries…or, if you have to, then say it with your lips against
mine, your legs parted, your pussy w--"

Reaching between my legs to find my
pussy soaked and burning hot, Aiden groaned.

"Yeah," he grinned and gently pushed
two fingers in. "Say it like this, with one of those--"

Pleasure whimpered through me and he
smiled more broadly, his eyes wet enough that a tear finally
escaped.

"Yeah, one of those, they drive me
crazy, baby girl."

He kissed me, our tongues jousting as
I arched against his palm and he added a third finger that
instantly subdued me. He moved, taking the kiss with him,
transferring it to my neck then my collarbone. He eased one, thin
camisole strap down my shoulder to expose the swell of my breast.
Sucking and licking the plump flesh, he dragged the camisole's
bottom hem up over my mound then pushed my legs apart.

I arched again, only my ass and the
top of my shoulders touching the mattress. He took advantage of the
position, quickly tugging the camisole's top down my breasts. His
mouth sealed around a nipple and I melted into the bed, whimpering
and moaning as I drew my knees closer to my body and planted my
heels on the edge of the mattress.

He cupped my pussy, squeezing against
my clit as just the tips of his fingers fucked into me. His tender,
noisy suckling drove me out of my mind even as the penetration of
his fingers kept me grounded. When he readjusted his hand to rub
his thumb along the shaft of my clit, I bucked, my first orgasm in
a very long time exploding within me.

Crying out, I clutched at his hair.
When my hands finally fell away and my bottom descended, Aiden
groaned and slid off the bed.

"I'm going to make you pop harder than
that, little girl." He tugged my hips until my mound lined up at
the edge of the mattress. His head dipped, his hands spreading my
labia so that his mouth could cover the length of my
clit.

His tongue curled against the
underside of the hood, finding and bullying the nodule it guarded.
I screamed, the pleasure so intense I thought it would incinerate
me.

I was too wet to burn, the heat forced
to simmer below the surface of my skin, liquefying my muscles as
his top lip rode the spine of my sex. I grabbed a handful of his
hair again and held on for dear life. I would die if he pulled
away, every cell evaporating from the absence of the sensual
affection he laved up and down my pussy.

I bucked, jerked, another wave of
release dashing against the sharp rocks of my desire, the spray
hard and hot against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He drank
me in, groaning with each pulse of liquid and twist of my hips.
Another jerk and I started to shake uncontrollably.

"In me," I begged, knowing only the
weight of his body would stop the tremors. "I need you in me,
please."

Aiden stripped the camisole off and
placed me center of the bed. I threw my legs open, wanton and
aching. He settled between them, his cock pointing a hard line at
my needy slit. When he hesitated, I curled my hands around his
biceps and squeezed.

"Please, I love you…I need you in
me…"

He looked between our bodies and then
to the nightstand next to his bed. "Love, do we need…"

His mouth squeezed to form a soft pout
that told me he didn't want the condom separating us any more than
I did. I shook my head. "I want you in me, now, just
you."

I pushed up, brushing the wet, swollen
folds of my pussy against him. I wrapped my arms around his
shoulders, caging him in my embrace. Then I raised my knees to
press against his hips. Groaning, he sank into me, straight and
true, filling me completely with that one forward slide.

My cunt convulsed around his thick
shaft and the fat, battering head of his cock. A tight wiggle of my
hips threatened to send me over the edge before he could take his
first stroke.

"Shhhh…baby." Aiden let his weight
settle onto me, not all of it but enough to anchor me in place. He
buried his face against my neck, sucking and kissing until my pussy
unknotted around his shaft. Then he fucked a slow rocking in and
out, his knees digging into the mattress, his muscled ass
skillfully controlling each rhythmic thrust and retreat.

I knotted all over again, my sheath
gripping him tighter than my hand possibly could, my muscles
rolling to milk and suck his impressive shaft. Before dawn broke, I
would wake him with my mouth, slowing engulfing his length so that
the building stiffness stirred him from sleep. But at that moment,
in his bed, his arms around me, I used every muscle below my navel
to pull him toward a shattering release. My hips lifted, my thighs
squeezed. I drew my stomach tighter and tighter, my cunt swallowing
him deeper with each increase in tension.

I scratched my nails lightly across
his ass, up the lateral muscles of his back.

"Come with me," I begged in a gasping
whisper. He kissed me, silencing my pleas and slowing his pace
until my eyes rolled back and I arched off the mattress, choking on
my climax.

"Fuck, baby. So sweet, so fucking
beautiful." He kept me raised, his hips slamming into me, his cock
a heavy pommel knocking deep inside. Another hard slam buried him
so high he wedged against the floor of my cervix, his release
shooting through the narrow channel.

We landed together on the mattress,
breathless and shaking. Aiden smothered me in kisses, his hands
knotting in my hair and promising to never let go. My cunt still
pulsing with my orgasm, I broke into tears.

"Thank you," I sobbed between the
crush of his lips. "Thank you for waiting for me, for taking care
of me after I pushed you away and for reaching out again, even
though I acted so stupid and frightened…"

When he had shushed and kissed the
last tear from my cheeks, his lips whispered across mine. "Baby,
you are everything I want, the only one who can complete
me."

He brushed the hair from my face,
kissing me long and deep before he spoke again.

"Waiting was my only
choice."

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