Authors: Noree Kahika
Opening my door and taking my hand, Aidan
leads me inside turning on a few lamps on the way through to the
kitchen. “Sit,” he orders gently pushing my shoulders back so my
butt hits the seat of one of his kitchen stools. He walks to the
fridge, opens it and pulls out a bottle of water then opens a
drawer and pulls out a bottle of pills. He walks back to me and
holds out his hand. “Here take these, they’ll help you in the
morning,” he places two ibuprofen in my palm then opens the water
and hands it to me.
God, he is so freaking sweet and
thoughtful.
Swallowing a gulp of water I place the bottle
on the bench and grin at Aidan. “God you’re handsome and you’re
incredibly sweet,” I breathe.
Chuckling Aidan grabs my hand, “Come baby,
lets get you to bed.”
“Goody!”
Aidan releases my hand, turns and walks over
bending to turn on the lamp beside his bed. Fueled by liquid
courage I walk over to him wrapping my arms around his neck. I
stand up on my tippy toes and press my lips to the underside of his
jaw then trail my tongue lightly down his neck. His skin tastes
divine and his unique scent of sandalwood and cinnamon invades my
senses further igniting my desire for him. “I want to taste and
lick every inch of your body,” I murmur.
Aidan groans running both his hands down my
arms, around my back then his warm palms cup my ass squeezing
firmly.
Dropping to my knees I look up through my
lashes grinning at the surprised expression on his handsome face.
“Gabriella,” he mutters.
I unbuckle his belt, undo the top button of
his jeans then slowly unzip them licking my lips in anticipation.
Aidan inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hands in his jeans,
around his hips and down to his ass clasping tightly. Then pulling
his jeans and boxer briefs down over his thighs I lean forward
tenderly kissing then head of his erect penis. Fisting the base of
his cock with my hand I swirl my tongue around the bulging head of
his penis then slowly lick down the length to the root and back
again.
“Gabriella,” groans Aidan threading his
fingers through my hair.
Looking back up at him I lick my lips once
more. “You taste amazingly delicious,” I say smiling.
Taking his beautiful cock in my mouth I again
swirl my tongue around the very tip of his head then sheathing my
teeth I take his length firmly into my mouth sucking from base to
tip then I release his cock from my mouth on a
pop
and smile
glancing up at him once more. His eyes are bright with heated
desire blazing down at me and instantly moisture gathers between my
legs.
Licking his pre-come from the head of his
cock I moan in delight at the deliciously salty taste.
Slowly I draw him back into my mouth this
time using my teeth to lightly graze the length of his shaft and
with my tongue flat against the broad head of his cock I stroke him
up then down.
“Ah
Fuck
!” Hisses Aidan gripping my
hair almost painfully, his control slipping as his thrusts his hips
in and out of my mouth. “God Gabriella… you fucking undo me,” he
says hoarsely.
Increasing both suction and speed I cup his
balls in my free hand massaging while using the fisted hand around
the hilt of his cock to move in synchronization with my mouth. With
each mouthful I go deeper, faster, stroking his length with my
tongue as I draw up, my lips gripping his silky steeled shaft.
“Enough,” commands Aidan hauling me up his
body with his hands under my armpits. “When I come I want it to be
in you Gabriella.”
Turning me around so the backs of my legs hit
his bed he reaches down grabbing the hem of my shirt and in one
swift moment he pulls it up and off me. Both his hands move quickly
to the button and zip of my jeans and within seconds my jeans are
being pulled down my legs, my panties along with them. His fingers
move deftly to the clasp of my bra and in the blink of an eye my
bra is in a heap on the floor along with my other cloths. Aidan’s
hands move to my shoulders pushing me back on the bed his body
following, covering me as his mouth slams down mine, his tongue
invading, conquering and I moan breathlessly into him.
My hands feverishly travel over his back,
holding him closer – touching, caressing every muscled surface of
his back His skin feels like silky soft satin over unyielding
steel.
“Oh God,” I pant grasping for air as Aidan
breaks the kiss. His warm strong hands glide down the sides of my
body then around my hips roughly yanking my inner thighs apart, up
and back exposing me fully to him. His hips fall in between my
thighs as he skims his fingers through my wet folds seeking my
clit.
“You’re soaked,” he mutters looking down where his fingers are
working. Aidan braces his upper body with one hand in the mattress
his other probing, rubbing my sex.
“You’re always so fucking wet for baby,” he
groans. His thumb and forefinger tweaks my clit over and over as
his middle finger delves inside me thrusting in and out again and
again. His mouth encloses around one my breasts, drawing it into
the heat of his mouth and sucking firmly as he flicks his tongue
over my sensitive nipple.
“Ohmigod, Ohmigod,” I chant mindlessly.
“Please, please, please Aidan,” I beg.
Releasing my breast his mouth moves over to
my other breast repeating the exquisite suction. My fingers slide
into his hair pulling, tugging in a silent plea. My body is
fevered, desperate for his as he thrusts two fingers into me still
working my clit with his thumb pressing hard and circling around
and around.
Aidan’s hand moves away from my core and
grabbing his cock he nudges my entrance as he rises up on his
knees, then gripping both his palms on my hips he surges into me on
one long, powerful stroke.
His body stills, filling my body completely
as he buries his face into my neck. “Fuck I’ve missed you baby,” he
growls.
Instantly I wrap my arms around his back, my
legs encircle his hips, my feet digging into the cheeks of his ass.
I never want to let go of him, the connection we have with our
bodies joined so intimately – the intensity and emotion of this
moment causes tears to hit the back of my eyes.
As if sensing the shift in my mood Aidan
pulls back his head, his eyes searching mine.
“Baby. Did I hurt you?” He asks softly.
Smiling I shake my head, “No.” Blinking back
tears I lift my head brushing my lips across his.
“I love feeling you inside me,” I
whisper.
Aidan swipes both his thumbs across my cheeks
wiping away two stray tears that escaped falling down the side of
my face and gazing into my eyes he returns my smile then presses a
kiss to the tip of my nose.
God… he is so dam beautiful… and incredibly
fucking sweet!
Surging my hips up towards his I grin, “Um
baby… are you going to fuck me now,” I brazenly ask.
“Oh yeah… I am so going to fuck you now.” He
smirks adding, “It’s going to be hard and so fucking deep so hold
on baby.”
Chapter Eighteen.
A couple of hours later and not only did
Aidan fuck me hard and deep –
twice
- but in multiple
positions. One of the positions I didn’t even know was physical
possible, but there you go.
Walking out of his bathroom completely naked
after cleaning myself up, I come to an abrupt halt instantly
immobilized at the gorgeous vision before me. Aidan is reclined
back on the bed, both hands behind cupping his head and resting
against the pillows. The sheet is loosely pulled up to his waist,
his beautifully smooth chiseled chest gloriously displayed and his
eyes are closed, his long thick black lashes fan along his perfect
cheekbones. He looks so peaceful that I can’t help but stare
drinking the sight of him in.
“Gabriella, are you going to stop ogling and
get into bed?”
How does he know I’m ogling – his eyes are
closed?
“Who says I was ogling you? Maybe I was just
admiring your… um… sheets.”
Oh my God – that was so lame.
Aidan opens his eyes and raises one eyebrow
in challenge.
Smirking I cave, “Okay… so I was ogling you
but only because Mr. Stone, you are so ogle worthy.”
In response Aidan chuckles giving his head a
little shake as if to say ‘She’s crazy but I find her adorable
anyway’.
I climb on the bed straddling Aidan’s body
and press kisses up along his neck and the underside of his jaw.
His arms enclose around my back, one hand gliding up to cup the
back of my head, the other sliding down my lower back cupping my
ass.
“God I missed your ass this past week,” he
says squeezing my butt.
I lean back gazing down into his stunning
emerald eyes. “Just my ass Mr. Stone?”
“No,” he grins, “I missed those beautiful
blue eyes of yours, all this gorgeous fucking hair,” he says
wrapping my hair around his hand tugging gently. “And your
incredibly soft lips.”
Aidan watches completely engrossed as he
gently slides his thumb across my bottom lip then cupping my neck
with his palm he grins. “And now Miss Stevens I know personally
what this very talented mouth of yours can do besides kissing me,
I’m going to really fucking miss this too when I’m away next.”
“Do you enjoy travelling for business?” I ask
tilting my head curiously.
“Depends, sometimes it is enjoyable but most
of the time it’s monotonous.”
“Do you have to travel for business every
week?”
“No, not every week. This month has been
crazy but normally I’m out of town on business maybe twice a
month.”
“I miss you when you’re away out of town.”
Leaning forward I nuzzle my face into his shoulder my chest flat
against his. Our skin-to-skin contact feels so warm, safe and
heavenly.
Aidan’s arms tighten around me, his hand
playing absently with a lock of my hair.
“Hmm…this is nice,” I sigh nuzzling in closer
inhaling his intoxicating scent. Seriously, someone should bottle
his scent – it is so enchanting and they would make a freaking
fortune.
My body totally relaxed and utterly sated I
yawn loudly.
“My baby’s tired,” murmurs Aidan shifting my
body to the side so I’m tucked into the length of his body, my head
on his pectoral, my arm around his waist. Aidan has one arm wrapped
around my shoulders as he continues to play with my hair, his other
arm is bent over his waist – his fingers intertwined with mine and
his thumb grazes back and forth across the skin of my knuckles.
Placing a kiss on the top of my head he murmurs, “Sleep baby.”
“Night Aidan.”
And as moments pass and I drift slowly,
peacefully onto the verge of slumber, my guard down and the effects
of four and half Blueberry Cosmopolitans still fuzzing my brain, I
confess the most unbelievably stupidly idiotic thing I could and so
far gone in my relaxed state I did not feel Aidan tense after I
said it but instead I fell blissful and deeply asleep.
“I love you Aidan Stone.”
****
Rolling over I throw my arm across the bed
only to feel nothing but the cold empty mattress on the other side.
Blinking my eyes, I brush the hair out of my face and yawn coming
fully awake. Aidan isn’t in bed with me. It’s still dark out side
and only the soft glow of the moon shimmering off the Pacific Ocean
and reflecting through the bedroom window casting a shadowy light
illuminates Aidan’s room.
Rolling onto my back I lift up on my elbows
and twist to look at the clock on the bedside table. The green
glimmer on the clock reads five twenty-three. Hmm… it’s early – way
too early. I wonder where Aidan went?
Grabbing Aidan’s grey cashmere sweater from
last night I slip it over me and then picking my panties up from
the pile of cloths on the floor I quickly tug them up my body and
head out towards the great room in search of Aidan.
As I enter the kitchen I come to an abrupt
halt, immobilize by the mesmerizing sight before me. Aidan is
sitting on one of the wrought iron chairs outside on the patio, his
legs straight out in front of him crossed at the ankles with his
feet resting on another chair. His broad muscled back is angled
slightly away from me as he gazes out over the ocean, his hair is
more ruffled than usual from sleep and he’s wearing the jeans that
he had on last night along with a plain white short-sleeved tee
shirt. Beside him on the table is a crystal tumbler half filled
with an amber liquid and next to it is a glass ashtray. He looks
deep in contemplation and although his posture is one of relaxation
Aidan still exudes a formidable power, definitive control and a
confident presence.
God he is so incredibly beautiful
. He
literally takes my breath away.
Aidan takes a long drag of the cigarette he’s
holding then slowly blows out a plume of grey smoke that rises
gracefully above in a swirl against the dark sky. Apart from the
moonlight, the only other light illuminating the patio is a soft
lamp situated on an end table by the glass sliding doors.
Taking a deep breath I move away from the
kitchen and walk quietly towards him.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” I say sitting in
a chair to the side of him. Drawing my knees up to my chest I tuck
my feet in front of me and wrap my arms around my legs resting my
chin on top of my knees.
“I don’t normally. I gave it up a few years
back but every once in awhile I give into the urge and have one,”
replies Aidan stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray.
“It’s a fifthly vice,” he mumbles to
himself.
Absently I stare at the pack of Marlboro with
a gold plated lighter placed beside the astray.
“Did I wake you?” Asks Aidan picking up his
glass and taking a gulp of his drink.
“No, not really. The bed was cold without you
in it,” I murmur still gazing transfixed to the objects on the
patio table. “You can’t sleep?”