That Crazy Kind of Love

“Straddle me, Harlow.” His voice was gruff with need, and I did what he wanted.

He had his back to the mattress and me on top of him. “Aiden—”

“That’s it, Harlow. You feel so good on me,” he moaned. Aiden shifted so his back was to the wall.

I swallowed the very thick lump in my throat as I watched his muscles contract from the small movement. God, he was so masculine. He wasn’t like the assholes at school. Aiden was mature, intelligent, and he made me feel wholly feminine. I lowered my gaze to stare at his chest, going lower still until I saw the very large, very pronounced bulge pressing against his jeans. Even in the darkened room, I could see how his erection strained against his fly, demanding to be free.

God. He looks massive.

The junction of my thighs became impossibly wetter, and I felt my nipples bead. “I’ve never done this,” I whispered honestly, lifting my gaze back to his face and staring into his eyes. “I’ve never done anything like this, Aiden.” Would he stop this, knowing I was a virgin?

He cupped my cheek again and smoothed his thumb over my skin. “I know,” he groaned deeply. “I want to be your first, Harlow.” I saw his throat work as he swallowed. “I want to be the only guy to ever know how you feel.” He continued to stroke his thumb along the skin right below my cheek.

“Maybe we should wait until you’re sober.” God, I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him now.

He shook his head slowly. “I’m not drunk, Harlow. I know exactly what I’m doing. I know exactly who I’m with.” His chest rose and fell quickly after he said that. “I’ve wanted this with you, wanted to touch you, kiss you… give myself to you.” And then he had his mouth slanted on mine as he gave me a searing kiss.

The groan that spilled from him was loud, and I greedily swallowed it. With my legs straddling him, I pressed fully down on him. My pussy was in direct contact with his raging hard-on, and even though we both wore jeans, I felt how big and hard he was. God was he so big and so hard. I felt my panties become uncomfortably soaked. We continued to kiss, and I shifted on top, both of us grinding against the other. His zipper pressed right on my clit, and I gasped, the pleasure and pressure almost too much.

“Fuck, baby.” He dragged his lips across my jaw and licked and nipped at my flesh. I couldn’t help but let my head fell back as the air left me forcefully. I moved my hands to grip his wide shoulders and curved my nails into him. A hiss escaped him, but I swore I felt his dick grow impossibly harder beneath me.

He continued kissing along my jaw and made his way down to my neck. The light feel of him sucking at my pulse point had me shifting on top of him again. Aiden groaned, and his hands landed on my ass to squeeze the mounds.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He sounded out of breath as he said those words. He started moving me back and forth on his jean-clad erection, creating a delicious rocking motion that sent hard jolts of pleasure straight to the center of my body. “That’s it, Harlow.” He panted against my neck, and the fact that he was having just as hard a time as I was turned me on even more. “That is so it.” He lifted his hips, causing his erection to dig impossibly harder against my pussy. “I can feel you, can feel how hot and wet you are, even through our clothes.” His mouth was back on mine, his kisses so hard and demanding that I couldn’t keep up, but that was okay.

I wanted him losing control. I wanted us both to just go with our passion and let it lead the way.

The pleasurable sound that left me was a muffled moan against his mouth.

“I’ve thought about being with you so many times. I’ve jerked off to images of you just like this more times than I even want to admit, Harlow.” He rocked me atop him harder and faster, creating a friction that had me trying to catch my breath.

My clit swelled from his ministrations, and I knew my orgasm was only a few moments away. It was imminent, and I was greedy for it.

“I’ve fantasized about what your sweet little pussy would feel like on my cock, what your tits would feel like in my mouth.”

Yes. Oh, God, yes.

His tongue speared into my mouth, and I felt like he touched every part of me.

“Take your shirt off,” he groaned in this distorted voice.

I didn’t hesitate when he stopped momentarily so I could do what he said… what I wanted to do. I grabbed the hem of the shirt and all but tore it off, feeling so frantic I could barely breathe. He grabbed the material from me once I had it off, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. The low sound of desire that left him turned me on so much.