“He’s on his way.” Aiden smiles against my skin. “Not sure how much sleep I can promise you when he gets here, though.”
His mouth returns to mine as his palms caress my sides, his fingertips pressing hard enough that they feel like they’re directly on my skin even through the thin fabric of my old dress. “Can I touch you?” he asks, his nose brushing the shell of my ear. “Say I can.”
A small, relieved sound escapes me as I nod, more than willing to let him do whatever he has in his mind to strip away any lingering doubt, and he grins, the kind of breathtaking smile I’ve seen so rarely from him. The kind I want to see again and again, but then his mouth slants over mine while his quick fingers drag up my dress. One of his hands slipping under the fabric, brushing the inside of my thighs through my undergarments, easing higher and higher.
“You’re shaking, Cora. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I answer forcefully. I don’t think I’ll survive if he does, so I tell him again, “Need you, Aiden.”
His hand drifts higher until it’s positioned at the apex of my thighs, and I gasp when I feel him touching me there, cupping me through the fabric before slipping his fingers through the seam. A deep rumbling moan reverberates through his chest as he turns his hand and brushes his knuckles over my curls, lowerover my center. Then I watch as Aiden drops to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine as he places my skirts in my hands to hold them up for him.
When he does finally break my gaze, it’s to grab the waistband of my undergarments, dragging them down while he places reverent kisses along every inch of skin he bares until I step out of them and he’s able to toss them aside.
“The way I’ve wanted you,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thigh as he encourages my legs farther apart. Making me gasp again when he guides one of them over his shoulder and leaves me no choice but to rely on the tree at my back and his strong grip to keep my balance.
Standing like this, I’m completely exposed to him while he intimately examines me with his tongue against his bottom lip. While he cups me again, spreads me, drags his thumb through my center with such a slick, easy glide that I wonder if I should be embarrassed.
“Do you know how much I’ve fucking thought about this, Cora?” he asks as I moan when he finds my clit. The spike of sensation from havinghisfingers there so different than when it had been my own, even with Cypress guiding me. “Do you know how many times I laid awake at night thinking about this sweet cunt?”
My breathing stutters, nerves replaced by an ache building low in my abdomen as I ask, “You did?”
He nods slowly then leans closer, inhaling my scent and pressing a soft kiss to my mound in a way that feels as filthy as the sound I make when he does it.
“You smell so fucking good.” His gaze shifts back up to my face, two of his fingers going to his mouth before he places them back on my clit. “I already know Cy taught you some things yesterday, but I still have a few I can teach you, too.”
Ineedso badly that I feel like I could cry again, and a brokensob does escape me when I next say his name. “Aiden.”
The corner of his mouth lifts, his warm eyes gone molten. “Now that type of crying I don’t mind so much.” His fingers move in slow circles, a moan on my lips that turns helpless the longer he does it. “So fucking pretty.”
“Oh,God.” My eyes squeeze shut, the desperate grip I have on my skirt turning my fingers white as I try to find something to keep me grounded. Already about to fall apart before the pressure changes, and when I open my eyes again, Aiden’s fingers are gone from me, replaced with hismouth. His tongue is warm and wide, my body jerking involuntarily when he wraps his lips around my clit andsucks.
“Be a good girl and hold still, Cora,” he tells me, turning his head to nip my inner thigh in warning. When I yelp at the sharp sting before squirming again, unable to stop with how amazing this feels, he voices his disapproval by tightening his grip on the leg he still has over his shoulder, by placing his other forearm against my stomach so I can’t move. Then his mouth is back on me, his grunt of satisfaction coursing into me, through me.
“Christ, that’s it. You’re fucking soaking me,” Aiden mutters, the bridge of his nose rubbing against my clit as his tongue drags over me again and again. “Going to do this every day. Going to wake you up in the morning with my mouth on this cunt, you understand?”
I don’t have it in me to respond, too busy careening over the edge I had only carefully approached the day before, my stability giving way to the point that Aiden has no choice but to catch me and put me on my back when my release slams into me hard enough that I see stars.
“Oh, God. Oh,God, that was—” I start to say, still panting, moving to press my thighs together to try to relieve the intensity, but Aiden’s broad shoulders are already in the way as he settles back between my legs.
“Told you I had things to teach you, Cora, and you’re about to learn I’m not nearly done,” he says, smirking, the bottom half of his face still slick with me. “How many times do you think we can get you to come?”
“How many? What do you—” I gasp as he yanks me closer, rucks my skirt up again from where it had slipped down to cover me. Feeling even more sensitive now, as soon as his mouth finds me, my hands fly to fist in his hair, knocking his hat to the ground. With a cocky smile, he lifts up, grabbing it and placing it on my head instead.
“So the sun won’t get in your eyes,” he politely explains when I give him a questioning look as he lies back on the ground, already busy navigating both of my legs over his shoulders this time. “Want you to be comfortable, baby, since you’re going to be on your back for a while. Isn’t that right, Cypress?”
Surprised, I turn my head quickly, immediately encountering a pair of shined black boots coming up beside me, and I smile when I look up to see sharp blue eyes taking in Aiden and me with an expression of amusement. “Cy.”
“Hello, Cora,” he says in greeting, crouching and brushing his fingertips over my cheek and mouth. “I’d tell you how much we disliked your absence, little bird, but it seems Aiden is already set on making that clear.” Cypress’s gaze flicks down to his partner. “You know,wolf, it’s customary to wait for all guests…” His eyes darken as he watches Aiden’s thumb find my clit again, sees the way he drags his tongue over my entrance as I whimper. “It’spoliteto wait for all guests to arrive beforeeating.”
Aiden scoffs, his heated breath passing over me in a way that makes me tremble before he raises his head. “You want to talk manners right now?” he asks, his thumb continuing its slow circles. “Really?”
“Well, I think it’s only fai—”
“Youtaughther to make herself come while I was off buryingsomeone.”
There’s a long pause, one that I also participate in given that I’m having a hard time thinking, let alonespeaking, about anything other than what Aiden is currently doing.
“Fine,” Cypress concedes. “Then we’ll call it even.”