Page 74 of Reclaimed

“Can I kiss you?”

Words stick in my throat. I nod.

His grin is satisfied as he slowly unlatches my knee from his shoulder and slips it around his waist instead. He watches me as he kicks his way out of his jeans.

The ascent is slow. Measured. He stops every few inches to worship my body with kisses. He finds the newly acquired stretch marks mixed in with the old ones on the underside of my stomach and hips. His tongue licks along the worst of them. He dips into my belly button, drawing from me a breathy gasp. His lips against my stomach with the knowledge I’m growing a baby inside of me gives me butterflies. It’s an experience I neverexpected to have with this pregnancy, and he’s providing it so freely.

He bypasses my breasts. Instead, he kisses up my sternum. Each press of his lips is punctuated with a smile against my skin. Aiden radiates pure happiness. His stubble scrapes the underside of my jaw as he kisses up my neck, finally finding my lips.

He takes them sweetly, that crease forming between his eyebrows as he kisses me deep.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling again. He looks at his watch, then flashes me the face. It’s nearly eight at night. “Fifteen minutes. Am I good or what?”

I comb my fingers contentedly through the back of his hair, scraping my nails along his scalp. He closes his eyes and groans as a shudder wracks his body. His shoulders roll forward, and he drops his forehead to my chest. The warm weight is grounding. Like it’s meant to be there.

“You’re definitely good. Better than good,” I murmur.

He picks his head up. “Ready for me again?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes.”

We kiss again, this time slow and lazy as he fits himself between my thighs. His tan muscles are a sharp contrast to my pale softness. I reach between us. My fingers don’t quite touch as I circle his shaft and stroke him. He groans into my mouth.

“Everything you do feels so fucking good,” he murmurs between kisses.

“Just wait until I get you in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, his body tensing above mine. “Later. I need to be inside you now.”

He engulfs my hand in his where it’s wrapped around his cock. Together, we guide him to my pussy. The blunt head splits me open. I’m so wet he slips in easily, and he sinks down an inch.

“Hang on.” He closes his eyes and grits his teeth. “Shit. I don’t know how this feels even better than the first time.”

“It’s okay, Aiden. We have plenty of time to practice.”

“No.” His blue eyes shimmer with determination. “I’ve got it.”

As if proving a point, he thrusts, sinking deeper.

“God, you fill me so good,” I babble as he stretches me. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed and our hips are flush. I can feel his cock throb. “I could stay here just like this.”

“Yeah,” he echoes. His eyes find mine and he threads our fingers together, planting them above my head. “Tell me what to do, Isla. Teach me what you like.”

His words are empowering. Sobering. Nobody’s ever asked me what I wanted before. Not like this. Not so earnestly. So perfectly.

“Start slow. Move your hips. Mm. Just like that.” I curl my free hand up beneath his arm to grip his shoulder from the back. Aiden starts to build a steady rhythm. “Good. We already did this once, but if this was the first time of the night, this helps to, mm, rev things up.”

“You’re gushing all over my cock, starshine.” His tone is a satisfied grunt.

“Because it feels good.”

“What else?”

“M-my clit,” I moan. “Your thumb. Like you did before. Gentle.”

“Like this?” He rolls the pad over the sensitive zone.

I jolt at the arousing touch. “Yes. Soft and smooth. A little slower. I like an up and down motion with an occasional circle thrown in.”

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