Page 79 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Your turn,” he whispers, voice laced with a nervous excitement that sends a thrill through my veins.
I stand, and Aiden unzips my dress. His gaze follows every movement, dark eyes drinking me in as though he’s parched and I’m the only oasis in sight.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
Back on my knees, I help him with his jeans, our fingers tangling briefly before the denim slips away. We’re both exposed now, our breaths mixing in the space between us.
“Can I?” Aiden asks, a tentative hand reaching out towards me.
“Please,” I encourage, leaning into his touch.
His hands are cautious but curious, tracing the contours of my shoulders before venturing down the expanse of my back. I feel his alpha instincts kicking in, the protective and nurturing nature that contradicts his usual reticence. He’s mapping me out, memorizing each curve and valley.
My own hands aren’t idle. I roam across his chest, muscles firm from years behind a keyboard, yet trembling under my fingertips.
I kiss down his chest, grinning against his skin.
The air is thick with the scent of cookies right out of the oven. It’s a rich, sweet fragrance of melting chocolate chips combined with golden-brown cookie dough’s buttery, vanilla aroma.
Aiden’s breath hitches, and his hands find their way intomy hair, threading through the rose-gold waves. His touch is electric, sparking a symphony of desire that echoes through my core.
I trail lower, lavishing attention to every inch of his exposed skin, worshiping him with my mouth and hands until I reach his straining cock.
His cock is huge and perfect, a reflection of his size. I’m grateful I’m an omega built to handle it.
“Fuck,” he groans as I take him in my mouth, the word torn from some primal part of him. Hearing the raw pleasure I can draw from him is a victory. I set a rhythm, slow and steady, savoring the taste of him—sweet and uniquely Aiden.
“Oli… I—” His words dissolve into a moan, and his hips lift ever so slightly, seeking more of the sensation I provide.
“Good?” I tease, glancing up at him through my lashes, my voice thick with flirtation.
“Better than good,” he manages, the worry lines finally smoothing from his brow.
With each movement of my tongue, each careful suck, I feel him unraveling.
I pull back, breathless from the heat of Aiden’s skin under my lips, and I catch the shift in his gaze. It’s like he’s stepping out from the shadows of a stage, into the spotlight, ready to own it. There’s a new certainty in the way he looks at me, the soft brown of his eyes darkening with something more intense, more alpha.
“Let me,” he whispers, his voice husky and hands suddenly sure as they trace the curve of my waist. The sensation of his fingertips against my skin makes me slicker, and I nod, granting him silent permission.
Aiden moves us, so he’s positioned over me. He runs thehead of his cock against my opening while staring into my eyes.
“Please fuck me, Aiden. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. Aiden enters me slowly and with reverence until his hips meet mine.
The world narrows down to this moment: the connection that binds us, heart to heart, body to body. I wrap my legs around him, drawing him deeper, and he responds with a growl that vibrates against my skin. His fingers intertwine with mine.
I meet his every move, lost in the sensation of him inside me.
“You’re strangling my cock. It feels so perfect. You are so perfect, Oli.”
Aiden grabs my hair, tipping my head back and kissing me. His tongue dips into my mouth before he sucks on my bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth.
I can’t resist returning the favor and biting him until I leave a small indent. I’m feeling possessive of my shy alpha.
Aiden’s rhythm becomes more insistent, and I rise to meet him, our bodies moving as one.
His cock is hitting my G-spot with every thrust like it was made perfectly to fit my body. Aiden’s hands grip the headboard of my bed as if his life depends on it, his biceps flexing with each powerful thrust. It feels like I will come apart at the seams, but I don’t want this to end. He drives into me harder, deeper, and I feel my walls clench around his thick shaft.
