I’d never believed in love at first sight. I believed it was a fallacy constructed by people that wanted to fuck on the first date. Sure, lust at first sight, but love? I may be Italian, which means I have to subscribe to certain romantic beliefs, but love at first sight surely isn’t one of them.
And then I met Aidan Reed.
I’ve come to the startling realization, as I watch him move around my kitchen making me pancakes, that I am in love with him.
That I have been in love with him.
Perhaps since I first laid eyes on him. Watching him take those few steps towards me, his eyes fixed on me like he knew every inch of my heart.
“You’re staring.”
I’m pulled from my thoughts to find Aidan looking at me with a smug grin on his face. “You’re cooking me breakfast…” I trail off. “Shirtless.” The visual stimulation is almost too much and just when I think my panties can’t get any wetter, he winks at me.
My phone beeps, effectively snapping me out of my swooning and I can already imagine who it is and what she’s demanding.
Peyton: Brunch. My place. Day drinking commences in one hour. Get your ass out of bed and come over. Doctor big dick can miss you for one day!
I snort at her words, and Aidan turns toward me. “What’s so funny?”
“Peyton is summoning me for a day of debauchery.”
His jaw tenses and I wonder if he’s about to shut down on me. I get off my stool and make my way to him. I wrap my arms around his middle and press my face to his chest. “I wish you could come.”
His body is rigid, the hard planes of his chest and torso hard against my face. I pucker my lips and drag them over his heart. I feel his face in my hair. “You’ll be careful?”
“I’ll just be at Peyton’s.”
“And then?” he presses.
“I’m not sure.” I pull back, wondering where he’s going with this. “You know it doesn’t matter though, right? I’m yours. I’m not…” I start to say that I’m not like his bitch of an ex-fiancée that broke his heart and had been unfaithful on more than one occasion. “I would never…” I trail off, struggling to find the words. He sighs and hands me the plate with a short stack of what could possibly be the fluffiest pancakes I’ve ever seen. I set them on the counter and reach my hands up to cup his face. “Aidan, look at me.”
“Sky, this is just my shit. I just hate that other guys—other people can spend time with you more freely than I can.”
I understand his feelings completely. I feel the same way, that I can’t kiss him in broad daylight or even go out on a date with him. I rub my hand harder against his chest, knowing that my hands on him has calmed him the few times he’s been agitated around me. “But the semester is half over and then I won’t be your student anymore.” A part of me wonders if being his student has become part of the allure of our relationship. The forbidden fruit that Aidan tasted and slowly became addicted to. But the look on his face upon hearing my words has me convinced that he is ready for the days that I’m no longer on his student roster.
That day can’t come soon enough.
I struggle to keep my eyes open the following Monday morning as the events of the weekend are still fresh in my mind. After going out with Peyton on Saturday, I stumbled home to find a certain professor in my bed, waiting. I could barely keep my eyes open, the tequila shots and the several beers I’d bonged at Peyton’s postgame hitting me hard. My fatigue was long forgotten the second I’d felt his piercing eyes on me. He had bolted off the bed and pinned me to the wall. I think the sun had just been peeking up over the horizon when he’d let my tired body drift off to sleep in his arms, after hours of the most intense lovemaking I’d ever experienced.
He didn’t tell me he loved me but I could feel it with every thrust, every fleeting look, every kiss that made me feel things through every extremity. Aidan loved me and I loved him.
And I’m ready to tell him. Now.
I spent Sunday in the library, away from Aidan and his sinful mouth, knowing that I needed to study, and I couldn’t afford the distraction of knowing exactly what that mouth could do.
So now, in his class, a smile crosses my face every time his eyes find mine. He’s normally much better about keeping his eyes off me, but today he’s let his gaze linger on me more than a few times. When he announces the end of class I take my time putting my stuff away knowing that I have to wait out his fan club to get a moment with him. I frown when I see him bolt from the room. I grab my phone, wanting to inquire why he’s left so quickly, when there’s a message waiting for me.
Aidan: My office. Don’t make me tell you twice.
My eyes dart around the room, as if people could see the message on my phone. I wonder if they can hear the loud pounding in my chest or can tell that my breathing has accelerated. I get up quickly and slide my MacBook Pro into my bag before letting my hormones lead me to his office, all the while ignoring my pesky subconscious whispering, this is a bad idea, Skyler.
I push through his office door and his eyes must have been trained on it because he’s staring at me. He’s out of his chair in an instant moving around the room and unbuckling his pants. “Fucking hell, Skyler, you bit your lip for a full hour,” he growls. He reaches for me, pulling me into his arms and pressing his face into my neck as he inhales my scent. “Dammi un bacio.” Give me a kiss.
I pull away and present my lips to him which he takes greedily. He bites down on my bottom lip before licking the sting away with his tongue and sliding it into my mouth. He lifts me in his arms and pins me to the door, pressing his cock against me. It’s one of those rare warm November days and I’m grateful for the temperature that persuaded me to wear a skirt this morning which allows me to feel him closely. “Aidan,” I moan as I hear his slacks hit the ground and the only things separating us are thin layers of underwear.
“Slide your panties to the side. Let me in, baby.” I don’t know when exactly we’d stopped using condoms altogether. For a while, Aidan suggested that we use them intermittently just so he wasn’t coming inside of me every time. Especially with the frequency in which we had sex.
I do as he asks and he slips in, burying his cock deep inside of me. The lips of my sex kiss the base of his cock as he stretches me to accommodate his thick member. I’m used to his size but it doesn’t stop me from feeling the delicious pierce whenever he slides in and the ache that follows when he leaves the space between my legs. My legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts inside, each stroke harder than the one before. I can tell he’s already close by the way he’s fucking me, making me wonder if my lip biting had really done a number on him. “Do you need me to come?” I whisper against his neck. I know the answer before he responds.