The contrast of her paleness next to his tan was unexpectedly erotic. As was the barely there brush of his jean-clad erection against her butt. He moved his hands down to the button on her waistband and unfastened it. He pushed her jeans and her panties to the floor. She stepped out of her clothes as he eased his fingers between her thighs.
She still had her hands holding up her hair and he continued to kiss the back of her neck. One hand teased her breasts while the other found the very center of her and began to circle her swollen clit.
There was too much going on. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on any one thing. Sensations poured through her from every direction and what she knew for sure was that she didn’t want any of this to stop.
“Take one step to the right,” he said, his breath hot against her neck.
She did and realized that she’d just parted her thighs for him. He moved in farther, slipping a finger inside of her. Her muscles immediately clamped around him. Deep, deep inside, she felt the first whisper of her soon-to-be release.
“Aidan,” she breathed.
He kissed her neck, her shoulder, then right behind her ear. At the same time the movements against her breasts and between her legs continued. He withdrew and found where she was most swollen and rubbed slowly at first. Slowly enough that she involuntarily pulsed her hips. Then faster and harder.
She groaned as her muscles tensed. The sweetness was just out of reach, just beyond grasping. She was so close that she—
He straightened and pushed against her back. “Down the hall on the left.”
“Wh-what?”
He was stopping? Did the man know she was about to have an orgasm?
“My bedroom. I want to finish there.”
Oh, right. In a bed. That made sense.
She took two steps, realized she was completely naked, then didn’t know what to do. Aidan gave her a gentle push. “Keep moving.”
She reached the bedroom and walked over to the bed. Aidan was right behind her. He’d already pulled off his shirt and was working on his jeans. He got them undone and pushed down, along with his briefs. His massive erection sprang free. Her insides clenched in anticipation.
“You have a favorite side?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“No. You?”
“At this point, I don’t give a damn.”
He sounded desperate and ready. Two excellent qualities in a lover, she thought as she pulled back the dark navy comforter. He got out a couple of condoms and tossed them on the nightstand, then slid in next to her. She was still shifting onto her side, then he pulled her close and kissed her.
At the feel of his mouth, his tongue, his body, she relaxed into the moment. This was right, she thought happily. All of it.
He moved his hand across her stomach, then lower. She parted her legs and he moved directly to her center, where he began to rub as he had before. At the same time, he kissed his way down to her breasts.
She quickly returned to the breathless, on-the-edge place where she’d been before. Her breathing increased and tension filled her muscles. She moved her legs and closed her eyes and her body spiraled higher and higher. She was so close that she—
Her orgasm caught her by surprise. One second she was reaching and then next she found herself flung into a vortex of pulsing pleasure. She might have called out his name—she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that every cell in her body was happy to dance and sway in surrender to the wonder of her release.
As the contractions slowed, he kept pace, slowing as well. When she was still, she opened her eyes. He watched her intently.
“All done?” he asked.
She nodded.
He turned and ripped open the packet, then pulled on the condom. It was barely in place before he kissed her once, shifted between her legs and pushed all the way in.