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I’m grateful to him for surviving. I’m grateful to myself for doing the same.

He comes in for another kiss, slower and gentler but just as hot. I taste him once, then twice, and then we’re all over each other again, pulling at each other’s clothes.

Aden picks me up. I sling my legs over his hips and wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him like I’ll never get to kiss him again while he walks us to my bedroom.

Then he strips my shirt over my head and pushes the rest of my clothes down and off. I run my fingertips over his bare skin. He has scars underneath his shirt. Some of them are from school. Others happened after. I kiss them one by one, caressing them, and drag my hands lower until I wrap my hand around his hard length.

He groans, his head dropping back, and lets me stroke him a few times, working the droplet of precum from his tip over the head.

He’s so fucking hot.

With a firm possessive grip, he puts his hands on my waist and pushes me onto the bed.

Aden crawls over me, pushes my knees to my chest, and holds them there while he devours me. His tongue laves over every inch of my pussy. He licks me like he’ll die if he can’t keep tasting me, stroking the tip of his tongue into my entrance, then finally working his way up to my clit.

I don’t know how many times I come with my hands in his hair. I just keep pulling him in and in and in, and he keeps working at my clit until I’m oversensitive and gasping.

“Aden,” I say, pushing his head away from my thighs. “Aden. Just—just a minute. I can’t—I can’t?—”

“Mmm. Can’t you?” He keeps one hand on my thigh and slides two fingers into me, sliding them in and out at a slow pace. I clench down around them, so he buries them deeper and finds my G-spot.

“Oh, God, Aden, Aden. That’s so—oh, God.”

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.

Aden sits up and fucks me harder. He’s so deep inside me that I can’t open my eyes. I grab the pillows for dear life with one hand and reach between my legs with the other.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, take it baby,” he pants. “Fuck. Make yourself come on my cock. You’re so—fuck, fuck, you’re tight. You feel so fucking good.”

My clit is so sensitive that it can only handle the gentlest touch. I circle it softly while Aden fucks me. The contrast between the force of his thrusts and the whisper-soft pressure of my fingers builds an impossible tension between my legs. That tension becomes a pleasure so thick that I almost feel drunk on it. I keep rubbing until another orgasm hits me like a wave.

Aden curses behind me, burying himself deep while I ride it out. It feels endless, my body clenching around him again and again, and I haven’t begun to come down yet when his hips hitch and he starts stroking into me fast and hard.

“Gonna come,” he says. “Fuck. Fuck. Gonna come.”