His hand still on mine, he moves my palm into a position to receive a drizzle of the silky substance. Then Aidan stretches both of his arms overhead, makes himself comfortable, and leaves me to explore him on my own.
I wrap my hand around him again and slide my palm up and down. The skin on his cock feels so soft, and beneath the smooth surface he’s so hard. The contrast is fascinating and exciting. I grip him more firmly, remembering how he’d done it, and I gradually start to move faster, stretching out the full length of him, and slipping my hand from the shaft, over the head and back.
Aidan sucks in a breath and I take that as a good sign that I’m doing something right. I increase my speed a little more, and soon I feel his body tense beneath me. He reaches down and wraps his hand around mine again, this time aiming his cock away from us, and I watch in fascination as he starts to come, the ribbons of his climax spurting onto his shirt and the bed beside him.
My palm is still around him as he softens slightly, and when I move my hand away, he quivers as if he’s now sensitive to my touch.
“Let me clean up,” he whispers. He rolls onto his side, sits up and pulls his t-shirt off, giving me a gorgeous view of his well-defined back. The tattoo on his arm stretches around his shoulder, and when he turns toward me I see that the ink I’ve caught glimpses of is a dragon that wraps around his arm and breathes fire onto his chest.
It’s so appropriate, because just looking at his bare torso has me nearly burning up in flames. I want to wrap myself around him just like that dragon and explore every inch of him.
Aidan crawls back up on the bed beside me and I still can’t take my eyes off his gorgeous body. He’s tucked his cock back inside his pants, but his cut abs and muscular chest fight for my attention. How does one man get to be so damn good looking?
He kisses me, and it feels so intimate after what we’ve just shared. “Now let me take care of you,” he says, then lays a line of kisses along my jaw.
“I should go,” I say, though it takes all of my willpower to utter the words. “I have another test tomorrow before chemistry and I haven’t studied much for it yet.”
“Just give me a few more minutes. I’ll work fast.” He nuzzles a path down my neck, and I couldn’t argue with him even if I wanted to.
While his trail of kisses travels lower on my neck, down to my collarbone, he slips his hand under my shirt and pushes the cup of my bra aside, and then his mouth is on my breast, pulling at my nipple. I nearly forget where we are and cry out, it feels so good.
Of course, his lips and tongue, so good at kissing and at licking my pussy last time I was here, do amazing things to my breasts, bringing out sensations I hadn’t imagined possible. I’m instantly flooded with wetness as Aidan’s dark head works over my chest.
He slides a hand down across my stomach and expertly opens my jeans. But he doesn’t bother to remove them; he slips a hand inside my underwear and suddenly his finger is on my clit, pressing, circling, making me arch my body beneath him, toes curled.
Faster than I’d have thought possible, I’m overwhelmed. His wet mouth on my hard nipples, his long fingers dancing across my slick pussy, his shirtless body pressed against mine, his dark head bent over me.
“Aidan,” I call out, quietly but urgently. “Oh my god.” My body starts to quiver beneath him as the waves of pleasure overtake me. He cups his hand over my sex, pressing his fingers into my folds as I come. He flicks the tip of his tongue rapidly over one of my nipples, drawing out more feeling, extending the strength of my orgasm to nearly unbearable pleasure.
“Oh god, oh Aidan.” I run out of breath and words as I let it overtake me.
When I open my eyes, after realizing they were squeezed tightly shut, Aidan is smiling over me. God, what a beautiful sight.
“I love making you come,” he says.
Such a beautiful man, and so generous too. I’ve heard other girls complaining about their boyfriends taking more than giving, but with Aidan, the reverse is true.
“I love it too,” I say. “But I need to catch up.”
He kisses me and then flashes that sexy grin of his. “You can try, but I bet I can stay ahead of you.”
I want to laugh out loud. Happiness nearly overflows inside me at the thought of Aidan and I having an ongoing “contest” to give each other pleasure. His words, his actions, even just the way he looks at me, have me feeling for the first time that the two of us could be together, like a real couple. In this moment, it doesn’t seem strange or impossible. It feels right.
While I get my clothes back in place and pack up my things, Aidan puts on a clean shirt. We go out past the living room where I say goodnight to his dad, and wonder if Mr. Holt notices that Aidan’s wearing different clothes.
Aidan walks me out onto the porch and kisses me again, a long, tender kiss that makes me wish we could go back inside his bedroom and spend all night together.
As if reading my mind, he whispers, “I wish you didn’t have to go.”
Suddenly I’m too emotional for words, my mind filled with thoughts of sharing Aidan’s bed with him all night, sleeping in his arms, waking up with him. So instead of speaking, I circle my arms around him more tightly and try to convey my feelings with a kiss.
My lips are swollen when we finally break apart, my body heavy with want. “I’ll talk to you soon,” I say, my voice husky.
“Let me know how your test goes,” he says. “If you finish early—”
I laugh out loud.
He grins and says, “We’ll be playing at Buzzkill.”
“I’ll let you know,” I say. “Night.”
“Goodnight, Amber.”
Unable to resist, I steal one more quick kiss from him before I leave. It’s still light out; the nights are getting longer, and when I wave to him from the sidewalk, I can see him smiling back at me.
When I get to the turn that will take me out of sight, I look back a final time and he’s still there on the porch, watching me. A wave of happiness carries me home the rest of the way.
Chapter 27
Amber
My sleep is restless that night. Images of Aidan fill my dreams, and the more explicit ones — Aidan bent over my chest, Aidan stretched out on his bed, Aidan reaching into his jeans — have me tossing and turning in my bed, filled with a not-unpleasant frustration. At one point I wake up and realize I was dreaming about his hard cock, and I don’t mind missing out on some sleep, even with finals the next day.