Page 206 of His Fated Luna

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me? You could wear a potato sack and I’d still find you sexy. Let me see,” Aiden growled, “I’m practically salivating at the prospect of you in sexy lingerie,” he said with a grin.

The blanket fell away, and I saw Aiden's mouth fall open.

I felt self-conscious. The lingerie barely fit, my breasts practically spilling out of the bra and the straps of my thongdigging into my hips. But Aiden looked at me as if I was the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

My breasts nearly spilled out of the strips of fabric that crossed over my nipples, creating an x over each breast. He could see my darkened areolas.

“They’re bigger than what I remember,” he rasped, tugging the rest of the blanket away.

He licked his lips, eyes on my swollen belly and cellulite covered ass in a lacy red thong and, judging by the bulge in his boxers, it made him grow harder.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Aiden said hoarsely.

My smile trembled and my hand shook as my fingers opened the card on my choker.

Happy Birthday Aiden

Aiden cursed when he read it. “Tell me when to stop,” Aiden moaned, moving forward to grab me in his arms.

He nibbled his way down the hollow of my shoulder and used his mouth to push down the flimsy strips of fabric.

“Aiden,” I moaned as hot pulses erupted across my entire body. Flickers of memories, of knowing what to do next came to me as my hands buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. It was a reflex; I didn’t need to think with him. I gently tugged his head back so that he looked me in the eye. “I don’t want you to stop.”

My words made Aiden’s breathing still before going into overdrive.His eyes darkened. “Babe, are you sure?”

I nodded, moving to straddle him as he lay back on the bed.

“I…it feels right,” I confessed from my new position of looking down at him. “It’s like echoes of memories dancing across my skin. Every touch…everything…it doesn’t feel new.” My lips met his in a passionate kiss, pouring all of my emotions into him. We pulled back and I spoke again. “You’ve been so patient, Aiden, and so considerate. You gave me time.” I rolled my hips into his, feeling him harden through the boxers he always wore to bed formy sake. “I don’t want you to be patient anymore,” I confessed as if admitting my downfall. “I need you and I know you need me too.”

“I need you like the air I need to breathe,” Aiden responded gruffly, staring up at me as I gyrated against him.

His hand went to grip one of my ass cheeks.

My movements stilled. His words sounded so familiar...

“Have you said that to me before?” I queried.

Aiden nodded. “The morning after we made love for the first time.”

“Make love to me again,” I moaned, resuming my gyrating. Aiden growled. “Show me what I’ve forgotten.”

And he did. His lips, teeth and hands played across my body, eliciting moans and pleas from my lips like never before. He must have known what could make me snap, what could make me buzz and he was using that knowledge to full advantage to push me over the edge. Once I’d come down from the mind-shattering orgasm he’d brought me too, I let my lips trail over his torso, a naughty idea taking hold.

“Have I done this before?” I purred, lips poised over his erect cock.

“Once or twice.” Aiden’s breath was ragged. “You don’t have to—”

I cut him off when I took him in my mouth. I looked up at him, hollowing out my cheeks.

He threw his head back in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

His hand tangled in the curls at the back of my head, signaling I was doing it right as I slid up and down his length.

“I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop,” Aiden breathed out with an agonizing groan.

“But you have to come inside me,” I spoke plaintively once I’d pulled back from him with a faint pop.