Chapter 310
Aria’s POV
I felt a delicious flush creep up my neck as I followed his command, my fingers fumbling with the silk belt of my robe, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
“It’s open,” I whispered, my voice breathy, feeling the cool air kiss my skin as the luxurious fabric parted, revealing more than it concealed.
“Good girl,” Aiden’s voice dropped an octave, a low, guttural purr that sent delicious shivers down my spine, tightening every muscle in my core. “Now run your fingertips down your neck, slowly p>
I did as instructed, my touch feather-light, trailing my fingers from my jawline down the column of my throat, feeling my pulse throb beneath my skin.
“Lower,” he commanded, his voice a seductive rasp. “Tell me how it feels p>
“Sensitive,” I breathed, my fingers continuing their tantalizing path downward, tracing the curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. “I wish they were your hands instead, Aiden p>
A deep, satisfied chuckle resonated through the phone, making the device warm against my ear. “Close your eyes and imagine they are, my love p>
The rain continued its rhythmic patter against the windows, a hypnotic drumbeat, as I closed my eyes, my breathing becoming shallow, my body a taut bow string.
“Cup your breast,” Aiden instructed, his voice a husky whisper, painting vivid images in my mind. “Imagine it’s my palm warming your skin, kneading you, teasing your nipple p>
My hand moved to follow his words, my breath catching in my throat. “Aiden p>
“I know exactly how you look right now,” his voice was thick with desire, the words a rough caress. “Sprawled across our bed, skin flushed a delicious pink, eyes half- closed p>
The image he painted was so vivid, so potent, it made me arch slightly, a silent plea. “What would you do if you were here, Aiden p>
“I’d make you beg,” he stated matter-of-factly, his tone laced with a promise of exquisite torment. “Now slide your hand lower, Aria. Across your belly, down to where you ache for me p>
My fingers trembled as they trailed down my stomach. The silk robe had fallen completely open now, a discarded whisper of fabric, leaving me deliciously exposed to the empty, yet suddenly charged, room.
“Are you wet for me, my sweet?” The question was blunt, demanding, a command rather than a query.
“Yes,” I admitted, a scorching heat flooding my cheeks, my body already responding to his every word.
“Touch yourself there. Slowly, Aria. Explore every inch of yourself for me p>
I complied, gasping at the contact, the sudden rush of sensation. Through the phone, I heard Aiden’s breathing change, becoming more labored, ragged with his own rising desire.
“Are you I couldn’t finish the question, my voice a strangled whisper.
“Yes.” His raw admission, a guttural sound, sent another wave of pure, animalistic desire through me. “I’m imagining it’s your hand wrapped around me, Aria. Imagining your lips p>
The knowledge that he was touching himself, that he was so close to the edge while directing my pleasure, pushed me further, closer to the precipice. My fingers moved with more purpose now, each stroke building the exquisite tension.
“Faster,” he commanded, his own breathing quickening, ragged with need. “I want to hear you, Aria. Let go p>
I abandoned any remaining
inhibition, letting soft moans escape
my lips, growing louder as the pressure built inside me. The steady sound of rain against the window Aiden’s heavy breathing through the phone, and my own pounding pulse thundered in my ears, a symphony of arousal.
“Aiden, I’m close,” I gasped, my back arching off the mattress, my body convulsing with burgeoning pleasure.
“Wait,” he ordered, his voice strained, a plea and a command all at once. “Not yet.” My movements slowed reluctantly, a frustrated whimper escaping me. “Please “Look at you, begging so prettily,” he growled, his voice a dark caress. “Do you remember what I did to you last night? How I drove you mad p>
Images flashed through my mind his mouth on my skin, his hands holding me, pushing me, demanding my climax. “Yes,” I breathed, my mind clouded with desire.
“Good. Now imagine that while you touch yourself. Imagine my tongue, my fingers. Make yourself come for me, Aria. Show me p>
Permission granted, my fingers resumed their urgent, relentless pace. Within moments, waves of intense, shattering pleasure crashed over me, drawing out a ragged cry from deep within my chest. Through my haze heard Aiden’s breath hitch, a sharp intake of afp, followed by a deep, guttural groan.
The electricity between us lingered, palpable, as we both caught our breath, the phone line carrying our intimate sounds, our satisfied sighs, across the distance that separated us.
“Not enough,” Aiden finished for me, his voice a low, possessive rumble. “Nothing compares to having you underneath me, Aria. Nothing p>
I closed my eyes, imagining him here beside me, his weight heavy, comforting, on
my body. “When will you be home p>
II
“As soon as this damn rain lets up,” he sighed, a hint of frustration in his tone The distinct sound of papers shuffling came through the phone, pulling me back to his reality. “You’ve thoroughly distracted me from work, Mrs. Carter p>
“My sincerest apologies, Mr. Carter,” I teased, pulling my robe closed and tying it
loosely, a contented warmth spreading through me.
“No, you’re not,” he countered, and I could hear the smile in his voice, warm and indulgent. “Get some rest, Aria. I’ll be home as soon as I can p>
“I’ll be waiting,” I promised, a soft yearning in my voice, before ending the call.