It’s so much pleasure, and Aden shows no signs that he’s willing to stop. It builds deep inside me, expanding around my hips and curling up in my belly. I don’t exist anymore. I couldn’t put a thought together if I tried. I’m made of nerve endings and Aden’s hand on my thigh. His touch is all that matters in the world.

He adds a third finger and I arch up into it, making sounds I can’t stop.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.” He sounds awed, almost as if this is the first time we’ve been together this way. It isn’t, but it warms me up all over again that he still feels for me like that. “I could never get tired of this. If I could make you come on my fingers for the rest of my life, I’d do it. I don’t think I’d ever stop.”

“You’d keep me in bed with you forever?”

“Longer than forever.” His fingers stroke my G-spot as his thumb finds my clit. He’s so gentle that I moan out loud and relax into the touch.

With my eyes closed, I can’t see him smiling, but I can hear it in his voice. “Yeah, you like that. You’re so fucking wet. Are you ready to take my cock yet, or should I make you wait a little longer?”

“Don’t,” I whine, my breath hitching. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve wanted you all day. I’ve been so patient, and I don’t—” He curls his fingers. “Aden, I can’t wait. Please don’t make me wait. I need you.” How often do I tell him that? Far too much I think. It’s then I think of Dean, but the thought comes quickly and then leaves.

“Alright baby.” He moves over me and leans in for a kiss. I can taste myself on him, and he lets me until he uses both of his hands to turn me over, slow and gentle. Aden pulls my hips up in the air just as gently.

I wriggle my ass side to side. I feel empty without him, needy and wanting.

“Fuck me hard,” I beg, pushing my face into the pillows. “Please,” I beg.

“I will,” he promises, his hands sliding over my hips. He notches himself at my opening, his fingers flexing, and then thrusts in.

He fills me to the hilt. I gasp at the feeling of stretching around him, of making room in my body for him. It always feels new and forbidden. I think I’ll always feel like I’m getting away with something I shouldn’t have.

“You can have me.” Aden leans over me and kisses my nape, rolling his hips. It hits the perfect spot inside me. I curl my toes into the blanket and meet his thrusts, grinding back on him.