Her nerves were getting the best of her and he hoped that she was up to the task. He watched her nervously regard his body, with tentative hands and darting eyes. “What do men generally like?”

Aiden did his best to remain serious but she was making it difficult with novice questions. “I liked what you did before,” he said. “I liked the way you kissed my neck.”

Antonia nodded as she leaned down on top of him. The pressure from her hips against his groin was pleasant, but grew painful the more she moved. She hovered over him, planting slow, luscious kisses down his jaw and neck. Her eyes were still open, she kept glancing to him for approval. Her hands cradled his face as she deepened her kisses, darting her tongue against his neck. He groaned in response. “That feels nice,” he murmured.

“Mmh?” Her lips traveled over his Adam’s apple, running the tip of her tongue down to the valley where his collarbones met. She scooted down his body, her lips tracing a delicate line at the center of his chest. Her hands followed behind, intent on finding his nipples which were already stiff from the friction of her sweater. Raking her fingernails across one, made Aiden’s breath hitch in his throat. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the bed.

“Yes,” he breathed.

She paused to measure his response before running her tongue along the small flat disk of his nipple while fanning her fingers across the other one. Antonia switched nipples, giving each its own special attention. In a move that Aiden didn’t expect, she blew cold air on one of them, sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help himself as he took her by the hips and ground his straining erection against her. Antonia’s gaze flew to his face once she felt it.

“Turns out I don’t need that much foreplay,” he said, pushing into her. “You might want to prepare to mount.”

“Okay,” she breathed. She raised her hips slightly to pull her own sweater off. When she tossed it to the floor, she quickly unhooked her bra.

Aiden nearly lost control as he watched her full breasts tumble from her undergarment. The gentle slope of her breasts ended in stiff peaks. Like magnets, Aiden’s hands went to them. Squeezing and massaging while she unfastened her jeans. She wasn’t going fast enough for him, so he flipped her onto her back.

“Oh!” she yelped.

“I can help you with that,” he said, unzipping her jeans and pulling them from her waist.

“Thank you,” she said. “Can I help you with anything?”

Aiden grinned at her pleasantries. Antonia was a real smart-ass when she wanted to be. He wrenched her pants to her knees and past her feet before tossing them to the floor. He started on his own pants next, his hands shook as he quickly tore apart his belt buckle. “No, I think I can manage from here.”