Chapter 231
Aria’s POV
We finally left the restaurant, heading back to the hotel. The food had been amazing, but I was feeling that familiar drowsiness that comes after a satisfying meal.
“I think I need a nap,” I said, glancing at Aiden as we entered our suite. “Care to join me p>
“Give me a few minutes. I need to make some work calls first,” he replied, already pulling out his phone.
I nodded and made my way to the king-sized bed, sinking into the plush mattress. Though exhaustion weighed on my limbs, sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, images of Aiden flooded my mind his intense gaze, his strong hands, the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt. I’d been so busy preparing for the competition this past week, leaving home early and returning late, completely drained of energy. We barely had time to talk, let alone anything else.
The mattress suddenly dipped behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I tensed momentarily before feeling Aiden’s arms wrap around me, blanket and all, pulling me against his chest. His cologne-woody and masculine-enveloped me completely. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent, and pressed myself closer to him.
“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
“Mmm, not really.” I turned to face him, my arms instinctively winding around his neck. Those deep blue eyes studied me intently, making my pulse quicken. “The competition’s finally over. I’ve missed you p>
Our faces were inches apart. Through his thin shirt, I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My fingers traced small circles at the nape of his neck.
“I missed you too,” he said, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made heat pool in my belly. “More than you know p>
I pressed my lips to his, softly at first, then with growing hunger. His hands slid
under my shirt, warm against my bare skin, and I gasped into his mouth.
“I thought you were tired,” he teased, nipping gently at my bottom lip.
“I am,” I whispered, “but I want you more p>
Aiden’s eyes darkened. “Then let me help you relax,” he said, his fingers trailing down my stomach. “But I want to try something different tonight p>
“Different how?” I asked, already feeling my body responding to his touch.
His lips brushed against my ear. “I want to watch you touch yourself first p>
My breath caught. “You want me to p>
“Show me what you like,” he continued, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not around p>
The request sent a thrill through me. We’d done a lot together, but this felt more intimate somehow, more vulnerable.
“I don’t usually I started, but the hungry look in his eyes made the words die in my throat.
“Lie back,” he instructed, helping me position myself against the pillows. “Get comfortable p>
I settled back, heart hammering against my ribs as Aiden slowly unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my black lace bra underneath. His fingers skimmed over the fabric, teasing my nipples into hard peaks.
“These too,” he said, tugging at my pants until I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them off along with my underwear.
The cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me shiver. Aiden’s gaze traveled over my body appreciatively. He moved to sit beside me, close enough to touch but deliberately keeping his hands to himself.
“Now show me,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
Tentatively, I let my hand drift down my body, feeling strangely self-conscious despite our history together. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than his intense stare.
“No,” Aiden said firmly. “Look at me while you do it p>
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze as my fingers found their way between my legs. I was already wet, my body primed from just his words and the anticipation of what was to come.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, watching intently as I began to stroke myself. “Tell me how it feels p>
“Good,” I breathed, my fingers circling my clit with increasing pressure. “It feels good p>
“Slower,” he instructed. “I want to see everything p>
I did as he asked, slowing my movements to an almost torturous pace. My breath became shallow as pleasure built gradually, coiling tighter with each careful circle of my fingers.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” Aiden murmured, his own breathing growing heavier. “So fucking sexy p>
His praise emboldened me. I slipped one finger inside myself, then another, moaning at the sensation. Aiden’s eyes darkened further, his restraint visibly crumbling as he watched me pleasure myself.
“How does that feel?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Not as good as when you do it,” I admitted, arching my back slightly as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Your fingers are bigger p>
Aiden groaned, finally reaching out to trail his fingers along my inner thigh. “Show me exactly where you want to be touched p>
I guided his hand to where I needed him most, whimpering when his fingers replaced mine. He knew exactly how to touch me-firm but gentle, maintaining the rhythm I’d established but with more pressure, more precision.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside me while his thumb continued to work my clit. “Is this what you needed p>
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips lifting to meet his hand. “God, yes p>
His mouth found my breast, teeth grazing my nipple through the lace of my bra before he pushed the
fabric aside to taste me propertynet
The dual sensation of his fingers inside me and his mouth on my breast had me climbing quickly toward release.
“Aiden,” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets. “I’m close p>
“Not yet,” he commanded, slowing his movements. “I want this to last p>
He withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and desperate. Before I could protest, he was moving down my body, positioning himself between my legs. His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he placed open-mouthed kisses along sensitive skin.
“Please,” I begged, not caring how needy I sounded.
Aiden looked up at me, his eyes filled with wicked promise. “Since you asked so nicely p>
The first stroke of his tongue against
me had me crying out, my back arching off the bed. He held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as he explored me with deliberate, maddening precision-licking, sucking, occasionally grazing with his teeth in a way that sent electric shocks of pleasure racing through my body.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his words adding to the sensation.
I threaded my fingers through his
hair, holding him against me as the pressure built once more. This time when approached the edge he didn’t slow down but increased his efforts, sliding his fingers back inside me and curling them to hit exactly the right spot.
“Oh god, Aiden, I’m coming,” I cried out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure
crashed over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.
He gentled his touch but didn’t stop completely, drawing out my orgasm until I was oversensitive and shaking. Only then did he move back up my body, his lips capturing mine in a deep kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue.
“That was just the beginning,” he promised, his voice rough with need as he quickly shed his own clothes. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet p>