"Alright fine," he concedes. "But you owe me."
"Yeah, yeah, you'll get a blowjob out of it," I concede with a chuckle.
It's silent for a few moments, the only sounds in the apartment those of my fingers tapping on my keyboard as I power my laptop on and pull up the pictures I secretly snapped of Aiden's training today. It doesn't take me long to get lost in the shots of my man in his element, mesmerized by the images of him sweaty and focused on tearing down his teammates. It isn't until I hear Aiden say my name that I look up from my computer.
"Come here," he murmurs, opening his arms to me.
I abandon my computer without half a thought. Not because Aiden is more important than my photography, but because if I said I wanted to keep working, my boyfriend wouldn't even hesitate to smile and sayokay.
That reason alone is what makes it so,soeasy to love him.
I settle on top of his chest where he's lying on the couch. His arms close around me instantly, and I can't help nuzzling my face into his neck and absorbing his essence with a deep inhale.
I'm so comfortable with his closeness that I don't even flinch when he asks his next question.
"Think you'll ever want kids one day?" he asks quietly, his lips pressed to my hair and his hands rubbing comforting circles on my lower back.
I take a moment to think about it. I can't say I've ever seriously considered the question, but life nowadays looks a little different than it used to.
"Maybe one day," I answer eventually. "Although I can't say for sure. I never really thought of myself as a mom. I always just kind of pictured myself as the cool aunt." I lift my head so I can look down at my boyfriend. "Would that bother you?"
A smile stretches across Aiden's face, even as he shrugs his answer. "I could be happy with either. As long as I get you."
I want to roll my eyes at how corny his words are but the smile that appears on my face kind of undercuts the gesture. I know I fail because Aiden chuckles and wraps one arm around my lower back and weaves his other hand into my hair.
"Stop faking it, you and I both know you can't win this fight," he murmurs, then lifts up to press one, two gentle kisses to my lips.
I don't bother answering, I just return a kiss of my own, increasing the heat of it by slowly sliding my tongue in his mouth. When he groans and tightens his grip around my waist, I know I've successfully distracted him.
I can't help grinding my hips down into his any more than I could stop a kiss like this once we've started. Even months later, the passion between Aiden and I has never waned, never become anything less than the thing that first brought us together. Some days I even consider it the foundation of our relationship, but then he makes a comment that’s soAidenthat I'm immediately reminded his friendship has become equally, if not more, important. Our physical and emotional connection has become so interwoven that there's no way to ever separate it, no way to even think about if we're more friends or fuck buddies.
We're just… everything.
My hand has just started trailing down Aiden's chest to his waistband when he suddenly flips me on the couch and settles his body on top of mine. And before he even begins to kiss down my neck, across my collarbone, down to bite my nipple through my tank top, I know what he's about to do.
"I’ve never met a man that enjoys going down on women as much as you do," I say with a breathless laugh. But I don't stop him, because with that obsession also comes a skill level that has mademeequally obsessed with his tongue.
"And you never will again," he growls, taking my pants in his hands and tugging them down my legs. When he sees that I'm not wearing underwear, his reaction is every bit as feral as I expected it to be when I decided to forego them this morning.
He wraps his arms under and around my thighs, then tugs once,hard, until his face is buried between my legs and his tongue is sliding along my soaked entrance.
"OhGod,oh God," I start chanting, sinking my fingers into his hair and arching further into his mouth.
His tongue slips up to my clit, circling once, twice, until he suctions his mouth over it with the perfect pressure. I never have any chance of holding out when he's eager like this.
True to form, I'm two seconds away from detonating when the strokes of his tongue slow and become lazy. By now he knows exactly what it takes to get me off, so the movement is definitely intentional.
I let out a frustrated growl and tug his hair.
"Don't you dare stop," I grouse. "We arenotadding edging to our sexual arsenal."
Even his chuckle against my skin is a turn-on, the vibration of the sound making a shiver run through me. But just when I think he's going to pick it up again, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, slowly rubbing circles on my clit as his eyes lift up to mine.
"What about marriage?" he asks, pressing a kiss against the inside of my thigh.
My brow furrows and my head lifts up to stare at him. It takes me a moment to formulate a response, but when I finally do, all that comes out is, "What?"
"I asked about kids, now I'm asking about marriage," he says with a grin, dropping another kiss to my skin. "Eventually."