Fiance Next Door

Then I push my fingers inside her and feel how wet she is, how scorching hot, and I understand. Aster has never had a man before and now her body is impatient, eager for it. Eager for me.

My cock swells in response.

I push my fingers further inside Aster. She pulls her mouth away from mine and lets out a soft cry. I press my cheek against hers as I explore her tight passage gently. When she turns her head to the side, I lick her ear. Then I plant my lips on the side of her neck as I begin to move my fingers in and out of her.

Aster’s hands move back to my shoulders and grip them as her knees rise off the bed and tremble. I move my fingers faster and her moans spill out. Her pulse races beneath my lips. When I slow down, her hips rock against mine, silently urging me on. I grin against her neck.

She’s ready.

I pull my fingers out from her heat and she whimpers. I grab her panties by the waistband and pull them down all the way to her ankles. Aster kicks them off the rest of the way.

I kiss her lips once more as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. I lower my boxers and my cock springs out of its tent. I know my next step is to grab a condom from my drawer, but when Aster’s fingers brush against my cock, all thoughts flee from my head.

I swat her hand away as I break the kiss. Then I grip her thighs and let the tip of my cock enter her. Her eyes grow wide. I kiss her forehead to ease her newfound fears and leave my lips there as I push in slowly, inch by inch. My jaw clenches and I suppress a groan at her tightness, at the friction. I summon every ounce of self-control to keep myself from thrusting into her heat.

Patience, Mason. Remember she’s a virgin.

Then I feel Aster’s hand beneath my head. She strokes my hair. I lift my head to look at her and find her eyes brimming with tears. Even so, I see her faith in me still burning in them, and a tenderness that takes my breath away. My cock throbs inside her.

I brush my lips against Aster’s eyelids and push my cock in a little more. Then I pull back and thrust in. Aster gasps. Her hands grip my arm.

I start to jerk my hips. Her hands fall off my arms and clutch the sheets instead. She closes her eyes and throws her head back. Her mouth remains open. Moans and gasps spill out.

My hips move faster, seemingly with a life of their own. Aster starts to tremble. Then her back arches off the bed and she tightens around me as she lets out a cry.

I grip her hips and manage a few more thrusts into her snug passage before exploding inside it. Every muscle in my body coils and quivers as my breath comes in gasps. Then the tension starts to ebb away.

I look at Aster and find her eyelids still closed but not squeezed shut. She drapes an arm over her chest as she, too, gasps for air.

I pull out and put my boxers back in place but discard my pants and my shirt. By the time I go back to bed, Aster already seems asleep. All the excitement at the party and then the sex must have worn her out.

I pull the sheet out from under her and throw it over her. She turns on her side. When I lie down beside her, she wraps her arm around mine and rests her head on my shoulder. My lips curve into a grin.

It definitely has been a fun evening. I sure am glad I brought her to that gala.

I plant a kiss on the top of her head.

“Good night, Mrs. Burke,” I whisper.

Then I let my head sink into my pillow.

“Lights off.”

The lights turn off and I close my eyes to welcome a peaceful sleep. I have a feeling I’m not going to get any nightmares tonight.

Chapter Thirteen ~ Competition

Aster

I wake up slowly, struggling. I feel like sleep is quicksand and the more I try to pull myself out of it, the more I sink back. It’s sticky, heavy. I think I’m able to shake it off and get out of bed but then I realize it’s just another dream.

Why won’t I wake up?

Finally, I do. I hear a helicopter whirring in the distance and it finally breaks the spell sleep has over me. My steel eyelids open. Navy blue curtains appear before me.

Navy blue?

I lie on my back. As I do, I hear a rustle. I feel something wrap around my leg.

I peek under the blanket and realize I’m still wearing the gown I wore last night. I feel my ears. My diamond earrings are still on them, too. No wonder they’re starting to feel itchy.