“No, you don’t. You’re not coming with your pants on.”
Oh, goodie. More clothes are coming off. He places his hands on my hips to slow my movements before helping me to my feet. He reaches forward and rips the button of my jeans open and lowers the zipper.
“I’m dying to taste you.” I am down with his idea. He lowers me so I’m laying on my back on the sofa. Then, he winks and dives in. At the first lick, I groan and reach back to grab hold of the armrest of the sofa.
His tongue circles my entrance before moving to my clit and nipping it with his teeth. I groan and he shoves two fingers in me as he nips my clit again. I explode. “Oh god!” I shout as I come harder than I’ve ever come before. I should probably be embarrassed about how quickly he can get me off, but I feel too good to care right now.
When my heart rate returns to normal, I realize Aiden is standing. “Where the hell are you going?” I ask as I watch him adjust the hard manhood in his pants.
“I’m trying to take things slow.”
I motion to the pants around my ankles. “What about this situation spells slow?”
He shrugs. “I couldn’t resist tasting you.”
I have no response. That’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. He reaches down and pulls my pants up my legs. He buttons them and then helps me stand. He keeps a hold of my hand as he walks to the door.
“Make sure you set the alarm and lock the doors.” I roll my eyes. The men in my life are going to drive me to drink.
He kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. Instead of grossing me out, it turns me on. He chuckles and pulls away. “No, you sexy vixen. We’re taking things slow.”
I pout. “I didn’t agree to take things slow.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Lock up after me.”
“Thanks for the reminder. It’s been at least a minute since the last time you told me.”
“Sleep well, honey.”