The flutter of his laugh sends tingles in waves over my skin. “So am I, baby. Let me eat you anyway.”
Covering my face with a pillow, I groan. “You’re crazy.” It’s muffled, staccato, but I mumble it loudly.
“Romantic,” he corrects, tugging me into his face, hands gripping under my knees. “You took care of me every morning, remember? Let me return the favor.”
My heart stutters. “Yeah…”
“Now shut up and let me ingest your blood so it flows in me, too.”
I relax as his tongue slips against my clit,pulsing. A whimper of pleasure filters from my lungs, and the pillow is gone. Aiden tosses it across the room.
“I want to watch your face as I do this, so I know I’m hitting it good.”
His tongue, fingers, chin, lips all work me into a frenzy. Back bowed, I snag his silky locks and squeeze his head with my thighs. Riding like I haven’t had an orgasm in forever. Or two days… Same difference.
“Yes, there!” I scream, rubbing my pussy all over him.
With force, he grips my hips and holds me against him firmly as I peak. His tongue deep inside me. It even slips to my ass as he gorges on me.
“Fuck! That was good pussy,” he rasps, half out of breath, chest heaving. Face stained and satisfied. He swipes up my arousal and licks his fingers one at a time, a sly grin sneaking across his lips.
When he shimmies over me, his cock is fully erect. Girthy. And that torturous vein that twists around the shaft pulses as his length twitches. He slots himself at my entrance and thrusts inside.
“You’re going to be so filthy,” I tell him, and he nods enthusiastically.
“Then we’ll take a shower together after.” He grunts with another thrust, and it doesn’t take him long to finish. His full body collapses on me as he presses tiny kisses to my neck and shoulder. “Listening to you get off makes me so fucking hard. And your taste…”
“Ha, like iron. I’m sure.”
“Let’s say you should get checked for diabetes,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Why?”
He leans up on his elbows and slips out of me. “Because you’re sosweet.”
Letting loose a loud laugh, I slap his chest. But he snatches my hand and pulls me up, leading me to our bathroom.
After cleaning up, we eat breakfast with ridiculous smiles, trading looks like teenagers.
“I cannot wait to do thiseverymorning with you,” he says, swallowing a big spoon of cereal.
“One of us is going to have to learn how to cook.”
“Not it!” we both yell at once.
“Nah, I’ll hire someone. But after…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
“After?”
His eyes grow heated. “After I’m done fucking you all over the house.”
I shrug and give him a seductive bat of my lashes. “The cook can watch.”
“Grr.” He makes a deep, fake growl and creeps closer to wrap his arms around me. “No, they cannot. You’re mine to see. Mine alone.”
Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I grip his chin until he’s forced to look at me. “Andyou’re mine alone.”
His lips capture mine. “Absolutely.”