When I moan again, shuddering and sweating and very close to orgasm, Aidan chuckles.
“Maybe my dirty bunny needs her other hot littles holes filled, too.”
He shoves his thumb into my ass.
When I cry out, he leans over and thrusts his other thumb into my open mouth.
Then he continues to fuck me, bent over and riding me hard from behind as I suck desperately on his thumb and jerk my hips back to meet every one of his thrusts.
“Time to take your master’s cum,” he pants, his tone urgent. “But I want those eyes on me.”
He withdraws and throws me onto my back.
Panting, my heart racing, I stare up at him as he looms over me, his engorged cock jutting from his jeans, his chest heaving, his dark eyes burning like fire. Spreading my thighs, he falls on top of me. He fists his dick in his hand and finds my wet center, then forces it inside me with a grunt.
When I moan and grab onto his jacket, he grasps my wrists and pins my arms to the ground.
He starts to fuck me again, hovering over me as he holds me to the earth and stares into my eyes.
I beg brokenly, “Please. Please, master. Please may I come?”
His eyelids flutter. He whispers my name.
But he doesn’t give me permission to let go.
My pussy and clit throb with every thrust of his hips. My back arches from the ground. My nipples ache so badly, it’s painful. My lids slide shut, and I whimper.
Aidan releases my wrists and grips my head in his hands. “Look at me,” he orders.
I stare up into his burning eyes as a white hot coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter in my core and my thighs start to shake uncontrollably.
“You ready, baby?” he whispers, the motion of his hips growing frantic.
Unable to speak, I merely nod.
“Eyes on me when you come. Don’t look away. I want you to give it to me looking right into my eyes.” After another few thrusts, he snarls, “Now.”
I suck in a breath and grind wildly against him. My climax hits hard, and I moan but don’t look away. I stare wide-eyed up at him as my pussy contracts over and over around the huge, invading length of his cock, buried deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Kayla,” he breathes. “Jesus fucking Christ, here I come.”
His entire body jerks. Deep inside, I feel his dick throb. Then he’s moaning and thrusting shallowly as he spills himself into me, staring straight into my eyes.
The intimacy is so intense and overpowering, I lose my breath. My chest feels as if it’s being crushed by an invisible force.
He feels it, too. I can tell because his eyes fill with anguish.
He says my name on a strangled breath, then gives me a desperate, devouring kiss.
All the way through it, we both keep our eyes open.
27
We lie entangled on the forest floor, breathing hard but otherwise silent. Then he groans and drops his face to my neck, hiding his eyes.
Staring up at the endless blue sky, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, knowing instinctively that this time, he’s the one falling apart.
“It’s okay,” I whisper hoarsely, dazed. “Aidan, it’s okay.”
He makes a muffled sound of pain.
“Shh.”
I softly kiss the side of his face and thread my fingers into his hair. He’s heavy and hot on top of me, trembling all over, and all at once, I’m flooded with a deep sense of peace.
Or awe, maybe. Or something else altogether. I’m not sure there’s a word for it.
Whatever it is, it’s beautiful.
My lips close to his ear, I whisper, “I loved it. I loved every second. Everything you did and said. Do you hear me? This is what I needed.”
He exhales a ragged moan.
“My beautiful lion. You’re so wonderful. You’re exactly what I need.”
He lifts his head and kisses me passionately, moaning into my mouth. “Kayla,” he says, panting. “God. Fuck. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
I chuckle. “Aside from some scrapes and bruises, I’m excellent.”
His gaze darts all over my face, searching for any sign that I’m lying. When he seems satisfied I’m not, he swallows and moistens his lips.
He says haltingly, “I got a little carried away.”
“Did you ever,” I reply with a grin. “Holy cannoli, what a smutty vocabulary you have. It’s even better than your normal one.”
After a beat, he starts to laugh. Softly, shaking his head, he laughs in relief, then kisses me again.
“I can’t help it. You bring out the beast in me.”
“Apparently! But now I would very much appreciate it if we could stand up. There’s a rock digging into my lower back, and it’s unholy painful.”