The Boyfriend Blog

“Are we moving too fast?”

“No, it’s not that.” I rest my hand on his, cupped around my neck.

“What is it? Tell me, please.”

“It’s just…” I take a deep breath. “I’ve thought about this too, and now it’s finally happening, and I’m stuck between wanting to hold onto the moment forever, and wanting to rush it along because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

“Lizzie.” Aiden lowers us back down and covers me. He dips his head and kisses me. I draw in a breath, causing my nipples to brush against his shirt. It feels good and makes me ache for so much more.

“Easy,” he says, squeezing my hips, pinning me to the couch. “Keep squirming like that, and this’ll be over before it starts.”

“I’m still waiting for it to start.”

He grins against my lips. “I love that sarcastic mouth of yours.”

“You love everything about me.”

His eyes go serious. “You’re right, I do.”

He takes his time kissing me, exploring every inch of my mouth, before venturing to my jaw and down my neck. He nips and sucks the swells of my breasts, and when he gets to an aching nipple, he wraps his lips around it and pulls it deep into his mouth.

“Oh, God.” I push my fingers into his hair. Loving the way his tongue feels as it flicks across the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. He moves from one breast to the other, building my passion, and making my body so tight that it has my head spinning.

I’m about to beg him to stop or give me more when he releases my breast and kisses a path down my stomach. He stops at my navel and looks at me. My chest is heaving, my breasts wet from his mouth, glistening under the dim light.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, dragging his finger down my slit. He dips it inside and curls it forward.

Christ, that’s hot. No man has ever talked to me during sexy times, and they sure as shit haven’t asked if they can taste me. Men have gone down on me before, but I’ve never been a big fan of it—it always seemed much more intimate than the act of having sex.

But with Aiden, I want that intimacy, that connection.

With Aiden, I want everything, and somehow, I know it’ll be different.

“Yes.”

He nips, sucks, and licks his way down my body, showering attention on every inch and crevice. The sight of him hooking an arm under my thigh and nudging my legs apart with his broad shoulders is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

“Tell me you want this.”

Oh, God, just do it already. Lick me! “Yes, yes, I want this,” I pant.

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning my vagina, and I close my eyes.

“Open them,” he demands softly. “I want you to watch me.”

Damn, that’s hot, too. I open my eyes, push my fingers into his hair, and watch him lower his head to my body. His tongue flicks out, licking my clit, and I nearly explode.

“Ahhh,” I moan, arching against him.

My body pulses, pulling his finger deep as he sucks my clit into his mouth. He slowly moves his fingers in and out, hitting a bundle of nerves with each stroke. My body trembles as my breasts strain upward.

He adds another finger, and his dark eyes connect with mine as he stretches my body. I suck in a deep breath, and he pulls back. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s just… I want…”

“Tell me.”

“More,” I say on a rush. “I want more.”