It’s Wednesday again and that can mean only one thing:
more Aiden and Jen sexiness.
Sometimes sex is just sex, but sometimes − no matter how hard we try and deny it − it’s
so much more. Even when we think we don’t want it to be…
Christ, this girl undoes me. I can feel my orgasm building and don’t know if I can hold on much longer.
She whimpers, her brows creasing a little as a fearfulness ghosts in her eyes. She’s almost there.
Slipping my hand between our bodies I find her clit and she whimpers as I roll over it with my thumb.
“Come,” I murmur.
Her eyes grow huge and she draws in a sharp breath as she clings to me. “Oh, fuck… Aiden.”
How many times have I imagined her saying my name while I’m buried deep inside her..? And see the look in her eyes as she comes for me… Around me…
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
And she disintegrates beneath me.
I fight against the urge to close my eyes as my orgasm scythes through me. But the power of Aiden’s gaze is too strong. The sheer intensity of the look in his eyes has my gaze locked with his.
A sharp crease appears between his brows and furrows mark his forehead as he breathes deep and fast. He closes his eyes on a slow blink and climaxes with a harsh growl that sounds something like my name.
The connection is broken as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his big body slumping against mine.
He eases out and removes the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from the box next to the bed as I lie trying to catch my breath. My head a mess of confusion as a plethora of emotions wash over me.
Aiden gets up and pulls down the covers.
I crawl under the duvet and he gets in beside me and pulls it over us.
He tugs me into his side and I rest my head on his broad chest as he wraps his arm around me, holding me tight.
And I can’t deny how right it feels.
His kiss to the top of my head is gentle and I hear his soft sigh as he lays his head back on the pillow.
I listen to the rhythm of his breathing as it slows and deepens.
What the hell just happened here?
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