“Aiden.” The way I said his name was so erotic I actually felt a little embarrassed.
“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed against me harder. “Do you feel how hard I get for you, even after just coming?” He ran his tongue up my neck and kissed the side of my mouth. His words were darkly erotic, and pleasurable shock filtered through me.
“God, I need you so fucking much Harlow. I need you now.” His words were muffled against my flesh. “I don’t have any condoms.” My heart jackknifed at his words. Maybe we should have been smarter about this, waited until we had protection, but I trusted Aiden. I wanted him.
“I’m on the pill to regulate things. I trust you.” I stared into his eyes, just saying it, because I didn’t want to stop this. “I trust you, Aiden,” I said again.
He ran his hand up my neck and cupped my cheek. I rose up and kissed him on the lips. The only thing I wanted was to be with Aiden, to forget about everything and just be together.
“I want you, Aiden. I need you.”
And just like that… there was no going back.
Chapter Sixteen
Aiden
I exhaled loudly and groaned her name. “Harlow.” I lowered my face so I could place my mouth on hers at the same time I reached between our bodies and aligned the tip of my cock with the opening of her body. God, I could already feel her heat, sense how wet she was.
This was it. This was the moment where lines would be crossed, when friendships would become something more. And I’d never wanted anything more. Things would forever be changed between us, and I couldn’t fucking wait. I’d never felt like something had to happen more than I did in this moment.
When I started to push into her, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as if she were made for this, made for me. The motion caused me to sink farther into her, and I groaned in pure fucking bliss. I knew I was stretching her, knew I was taking her virginity. But she gave it freely, eagerly, and no one would ever have her, claim her, but me.
“I’ll try to go slow, to be gentle with you, baby.” I whispered those words, not because I didn’t want anyone to hear, but because my self-control was on such a thin fucking rope I couldn’t find my normal voice.
“I’m good. I won’t break, Aiden. I just want you. I want to be with you.”
Beads of sweat started to break out along my brow as I tried in vain to keep my cool, to keep my control. I braced one of my hands by her head, my arm straight and tensed, my bicep flexed. I moved my other hand and cupped her cheek, my focus trained on her. It was like everything around us disappeared, like there was nothing else that mattered in the world.
My eyes dropped to half-mast, my mouth parting slightly as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. I pushed in another inch and had to stop as the pleasure was almost unbearable. I closed my eyes, and my breathing became haggard.
“You’re so tight and wet.” I gritted my teeth and pushed in all the way, stilling then immediately retreating. She held onto my waist, her nails digging into my flesh. God, she felt good, so fucking good.
When just the tip was at her entrance, I waited for a prolonged moment, letting her adjust to me. And as I stared right in her eyes, I pushed all nine inches into her. She opened her mouth, her eyes widening, a soft crying leaving her. I started pumping into her, and the soft sounds that left her had me groaning and clenching my jaw to not come too soon. As it was, I wanted to fill her up.
When I bottomed out inside her, I stilled. Could she feel, see my heart beating a rapid rhythm at the base of my throat? As it was, my heart felt like it would burst through my damn chest.
“Jesus, Harlow.” I stared down at her, wondering how the fuck I’d gotten so lucky. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, so hot.” I rested my upper body on top of hers, and I felt and heard her sigh when my hardness met her softness. “You’re so perfect.” Moving my hips back and forth, I stroked her from the inside. Her eyes closed and her back arched, her breasts brushing against my chest, her hard little nipples moving along my bare skin. Picking up speed, I fucked her hard… made love to her.
I couldn’t stop myself from whispering dirty words, filthy things that had my arousal growing hotter, things that had her pussy clenching around my cock as I plunged in and out of her. There was no doubt that I was rough and raw around the edges, that I said exactly what I meant, that I was a fighter. I didn’t have money, didn’t have a lot of nice things, but what I could give Harlow was my heart.