That Crazy Kind of Love

“You smell so damn good.” He tossed the shirt aside, and I watched—felt—Aiden’s gaze as he raked it over my breasts. “The bra, Harlow, take off the fucking bra.” There was no anger in his voice, just a deep-seated need.

Reaching behind me, I unsnapped the clasp on the bra, and before I slipped the straps down my shoulders, Aiden removed one of his hands from my ass and placed it in the center of my chest, stopping my movements. I looked into his eyes and saw the fierce pleasure reflected back at me. We didn’t speak for several long seconds, and I wondered if he was having second thoughts.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked him, actually finding my voice. It was low, maybe too low for him to hear, but I said them and now wished I could take them back. I didn’t want this to end.

“Fuck no,” he said with so much clarity there was no doubt in my mind he meant it. Besides, his raging erection told me he was still right here with me. “I want this, Harlow baby, and I know you want this too.”

I nodded instantly. After a second, he slid his hand along my chest and slipped the strap of my bra down my arm, did the same to the other side, and even though the bra was now off me and my breasts bared, he stared right at my face. Slowly, he let his gaze fall to my chest, and I felt my nipples bead up under his attention.

The air left him in a hard rush. “God, Harlow. You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” Before I could react to his words, he was leaning forward and latching his mouth onto my right nipple. He started sucking furiously. I found myself lifting my hands and spearing my fingers into his hair, grabbing chunks of the soft, short dark strands and holding his head to my chest. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I wanted to. It was like my body was on fire and autopilot.

“I knew you’d be like this, knew you’d taste this good.” His words were muffled against my breast. The suckling of his mouth, sweep of his tongue, and stinging nip of his teeth were almost my undoing.

I was so desperate for his touch… for Aiden in general.

His hips jacked up at the same time his teeth pulled at my nipple. The pleasure/pain combination was my undoing, and I felt myself going over the edge. This low sound filled the room, and I realized it came from me.

Aiden grunted and sucked harder, alternating between my breasts now and prolonging my orgasm. I found myself grinding myself on his hardness, moving back and forth, rocking against him like a fiend.

And before the pleasure dissipated, Aiden gripped my waist and shifted us so now I was on my back.

I held my breath as he leaned back, his hands on the zipper and button of my jeans. But he didn’t move, as if he waited for me to give him permission. I licked my lips and nodded slowly, wanting this more than I wanted to breathe.

He let out this hard exhale, and then he was removing my pants. I lifted my hips so he could, and then I was lying there in just my panties, Aiden’s big body over mine as he stared between my legs. Although the cotton still covered the most intimate part of me, I felt like I was totally bare.

And when he ran his fingers along my panty-covered pussy, I couldn’t help letting my head fall back and closing my eyes as pleasure slammed into me.

“Take them off,” I begged on a moan.

He pulled my underwear off and heard him inhale. I opened my eyes to see him smelling my panties, and everything in me heated like I was on fire. Why that turned me on so much, I had no idea.

“God, you’re so fucking pink and wet. You’re so ready for me.” He had his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers big and warm as he slid them closer to my pussy.

I felt his thumbs slide along my pussy lips, pulling them apart, spreading me. He exhaled, and I felt that stream of warm air across the most sensitive, intimate part of me. I involuntarily arched my back. Electricity slammed into me, and despite the fact that I had just climaxed hard for him, I felt myself winding up, that coil inside me tightening with pleasure.

“Want me to touch you with my lips and tongue?” He sounded so desperate.

“Yes,” I said without hesitation.

Aiden groaned at my response then had his tongue on me. He ran slow circles around my opening but wouldn’t press that muscle inside me, wouldn’t give me that small reprieve. He teased me, tantalized me, and brought me to the precipice of orgasm with his tongue, lips, and fingers until I shamelessly begged for more, ground my pussy against his face.