“I’ll get him now.” I curtsied to both of them and walked outside, to my cottage first to drop off my garment bag and shoes, and then straight to Aramis’s cottage. My heart pounded hard against my chest as I approached and knocked. He opened the door, his eyes widening when he saw me.
“Joslyn.”
“Everyone is waiting for you in the main house.” I was surprised at how casual and business-like I sounded with the butterflies swarming all over. He looked ridiculously handsome, with his dark hair brushed back, light beard on his face, those eyes that could melt an iceberg.
“Come in. I’m almost finished getting ready.” He held the door open for me. I froze. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He chuckled. My stomach flipped again.
“Stop saying things like that,” I whisper-shouted as I stepped inside.
“I’ve been saying things like that for years. You never seemed to mind.” He shut the door behind me.
I kept my back to him, but heard his footsteps as he closed the distance between us, felt the warmth of his body behind mine, and when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
“Is it because now that I’ve done it, you can’t stop thinking about it?” His voice was a murmur against the back of my neck. He swept my hair to one side and kissed my axis, awakening every single nerve and shooting a shiver down my spine. “Is it because you long for me the way I long for you?” He kissed the side of my neck and moved my shirt to suck on my shoulder.
“Please don’t, Aramis. Not right now,” I whispered.
There were tears in my eyes I couldn’t help and they had nothing to do with happiness or sadness. It was pure lust. A burn in my eyes I couldn’t help. Ever since he text messaged me last night the only thing I could think about was the next time we’d have sex and we had no time for this, not right now.
“I want you, Joslyn. I want you naked, I want you wet, I want you on my cock.” He continued murmuring these words as he kissed the other side of my neck. “Tell me you don’t want me too.”
“I do.” It was a guttural cry. “We don’t have time right now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“We don’t have time.” I turned in his arms. “I’m serious.”
“Take off your pants. We can be quick.”
I kicked off my boots and undid my pants, pulling them down quickly. He pulled his down as well. Our lips crashed against each other’s, our tongues exploring, our mouths desperate. His hand scooped into my panties, his fingers not giving warning before he pumped them inside of me with a growl.
“You’re wet,” he said against my lips. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Just fuck me. Please.” I finished kicking off my jeans as he lowered my panties and continued to finger me, his thumb on my clit, three of his fingers inside of me, pleasuring me in a way that was driving my eyes to roll back. When he pulled them out, it was to lift up my ass and slam me against the wall, his fingers replaced by his cock, hard and stretching me.
“Fuck, Joslyn.” He stopped for a second, letting me acclimate, opening me up to his girth as he pulled me down onto him.
“Condom,” I gasped. “Condom.”
“Papers.” He signaled at the table beside us. “Clean. Everything is clean. You said—”
I silenced him with a hard kiss. He pumped into me. I wanted to cry, he felt so good. “Fuck me, Aramis.”
He didn’t say another word, just drove into me as he pulled me up and down onto his cock. All I could do was hold on to his shoulders and squeeze as he moved inside of me. My head fell back, leaving my neck exposed to his mouth, sucking as he fucked me in relentless motions—hard and fast, as if he couldn’t last another second without being inside of me. I came hard, so hard, and knew he felt it because he groaned deeply, in a way that made me come once more. My body shook, my legs giving out even though I wasn’t using them. He gripped my ass so tight as he came inside of me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk or see straight for days. We were both breathing heavily when our eyes met again. His searched mine and I thought he was going to say something, anything, but instead, he kissed me. It was the sweetest, softest kiss, and when he pulled away, he reached over for a towel and set it between my legs as he pulled out of me. I held on to it as my feet shakily hit the floor.