The glint in his eyes, the tick in his jaw, and the diligence of his touch.
My heavy breathing fills the room. All I can smell is us.
Both of us.
I can’t sleep anymore without smelling him on the bed and amongst my sheets.
“You want me to make you come, sweetheart?” he speaks against my clit.
I nod, arching my back.
“With my tongue or with my cock?”
Can’t I have both?
When I say nothing, I can feel his smirk against me. “You want me to take that decision, sweetheart?”
I answer with a moan when he slowly works his finger inside me.
“You don’t want
to let me have the decision because I’m tempted to give you neither.”
Wait. What?
“B-but why?” My voice is so breathy I can barely recognise it.
“I’m still pissed off about yesterday.”
“Aiden! Didn’t you take it out on my body all night long?”
“Not enough.”
He pounds his finger into me and hits that spot. Stars form behind my eyelids as they flutter closed.
I scream and muffle the sound into the pillow.
My entire body shivers with overwhelming bolts of pleasure.
And I know, I just know that it’s not a matter of physical connection anymore.
I wish it was.
I wish he was only owning my body.
When I orgasm, my entire being is tuned to him.
Every fibre of my body and soul are drawn to him in ways I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
It’s scary as hell.
It’s dangerous as hell.
But it’s impossible to end.
When I come down from my orgasm halo, Aiden is already wrapping his arms around me.
It doesn’t help that he’s hugging me a lot lately.