I fist his hair, guiding him the way he wants me to. Moving his head as I bend my knees and open my legs to give him better access.
“Yes,” I moan. “This definitely is another way to show me.”
He doesn’t reply. Too busy pleasuring me with his tongue and his lips. Too busy making sure I get everything I need from him tonight.
So I just enjoy it. Just let him take me to the height of pleasure. And when he says, “Come now, Kali. Come for me and let me taste you,” I do.
I come.
It’s a long, slow, pulsating orgasm. With my hips rising up to meet his mouth, and his tongue probing me, licking up my release.
And I vow, in this moment, to make sure he has the same experience.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – AIDEN
She tastes sweet. Her release is slow, and long, and glorious. She moans as her body stiffens, her back arching off the bed as her fingers grip my hair and push my head down, trying to get more pressure, more friction, before it begins to subside.
When she’s done she turns her head to the side, eyes closed and maybe a little bit tired. I make a decision and live with it. Because none of this was for me. It was all for her.
“We can go to sleep now if you’re tired.”
Her eyes fly open and she scowls at me. “No. Are you kidding? No.”
I laugh.
“I’m serious. That would be a monumental breach of the love-making contract. I mean, maybe one day. There’ll be a time when I take you up on that offer, but tonight? Oh, hell the fuck no, Aiden. I can’t even believe—”
“Sorry,” I say, still laughing.
“I mean, I need to do my part. That whole time you were eating me out I was thinking up ways to make you feel the way I do right now. Not because I feel obligated, but because I want to. I want you to know how much I love you. I need to show you.”
“Hey,” I say, crawling up her body, dragging my fully erect, throbbing cock over her leg. “I’m not gonna say no to that.”
“Good,” she says, placing both her hands on my cheeks and smiling. I love it when she does that. It makes me feel like she’s looking at me, and only me. Like I’ve got her undivided attention and she wants mine too. “Then you lie down. Because I want to know how you like it now.”
I waggle my eyebrows at her, even though it’s mostly dark in here and she probably can’t even see me, then roll off to the side and place my hands behind my head. “I’m ready.”
“I hope so,” she says, getting up on her knees and positioning herself between my legs, almost the way I did for her, except she stays on her knees.
God, I want to take a mental picture of this moment. “The only way this gets hotter,” I say, kinda thinking out loud, “is if you turn on the lights.”
She reaches over, flicks on the nightstand light, and says, “Your wish is granted.”
Fuck. This girl just does it for me. Everything about her is special.
She leans back, her long, dark hair dragging across my chest, and looks me in the eyes as she takes my cock in her hand, gently tugging on it, and says, “Show me how you like it.”
God. Damn.
I reach for my cock, wrapping my hand around hers, and pull upwards until the tip of my head disappears into her fist.
“Fuck,” I say, closing my eyes. And I don’t know why this is so hot. It’s nothing unique or unusual. I could be jerking myself off like this any day of the week. Or she could be doing it herself and it would still feel good—but this. Us. Doing it together. Now I know how it must’ve felt for her when she was showing me how she likes to play with herself.
“Like this?” she asks. Looking pretty, and mischievous, and fiercely sexy in the same moment when I open my eyes.
“Harder,” I say, squeezing her hand so she’ll tighten her grip on my shaft. She does, pumping up and down. “Then tug it a little,” I say, jerking on my cock.
She gets a rhythm going with my help and once she’s got it I take my hand away and caress her forearm with my fingers.
“Feel good?” she asks.
“So good.”
And before I even get the words out, she’s lowering her mouth to the tip of my cock, covering it with her warm lips as her tongue darts out and sweeps around my head in a circle.
I grab her hair up, gathering it in both hands, making a pony tail, and hold it in one fist as I lift my head to see her better.