Blessed (19 page)

She whispered the last part against his lips, barely brushing them with her own. His erection was large and firm between her legs, and she clenched her thighs around his hips. With a groan, he buried his hands in her hair and closed the distance between them. Soft and firm, he kissed her with all his years of experience. The tip of his tongue traced along her lips, opening her and stroking against hers in a way that made moisture flood her panties. Deep and intoxicating, the kiss was everything she wanted and more. He made her feel so good, so cherished, and he kissed her like they’d been made for each other.

Releasing his hands, she placed her palms on his firm chest, running them over his shoulders as she had so longed to do. His skin was so warm beneath the thin fabric and she could feel the delineation of each and every muscle. They touched each other as if someone would stop them at any moment. He was busy exploring her body with his own, stroking his fingers down her spine and gripping her bottom in a firm clench, pressing her clit against his stiff length.

“Fuck,” he whispered against her lips. “You feel so good, taste so good.”

She broke their kiss long enough to pull his shirt off, revealing his broad chest with its soft patch of hair. With a purr, she rubbed her cheek over his chest like a cat and nipped at his stiff nipple.

“Lower your shields,” she whispered. “I want to smell you.”

He complied, and his scent filled her senses. Holding her face between his hands, he searched her gaze with his own. His eyes were dark in the low lighting, and his hair was mussed from her fingers. It was incredibly intimate, and she shuddered softly in the intensity of his look, at the emotions she swore she felt emanating from him. Tender, passionate emotions that made her heart pound.

Low and harsh, his voice held the rough edge of desperation. “You have no idea how much I've wanted you. It's been torture to be around you and not be able to touch you. All those days in class, I just wanted to grab you from your seat and take you back into my office.” His fingers pressed into her hips as he whispered, “And bury myself in your softness.”

All she could do was sigh in reply as his fingers traced along her neck to the dip in the front of the sweater. After a gentle stroke along the edges of her full breasts through the soft white sweater, he let their full weight fill his hands. Leaning forward, he began to place small, light licks along her neck, inhaling deeply as she lowered her shields.

She let her head fall back as he ran his mouth down the column of her throat, working the sensitive nerve he found there. While she wanted to tell him how much she wanted him, how she’d dreamed of him, the ability to form a coherent thought had fled. His hands traced the edge of her sweater, and he lifted it over her head, revealing her lush breasts threatening to spill out of the silky white cups of her bra. Holding her steady with one hand across her lower back, he lowered his head to lick along the curves of her breasts, the barest breath away from her aching nipples.

Using one hand, he fiddled with the back clasp of her bra and unsnapped it. She gave an impish smile as anticipation had her curling her toes. “Talented.”

He chuckled and gave her another consuming kiss. “Oh, Eliana, you have no idea.”

Slowly, he slid the bra off her arms until she sat on his lap in nothing but her skirt. Instead of reaching for her he took a moment to slowly look over her exposed body, an expression of almost awe on his face. With a whimper, she ground herself against him, loving the feel of his thickness rubbing over her center of pleasure. He leaned forward and whispered something against her skin then he gently lapped first one tight nipple then the other. She was so aroused, so sensitive that she shuddered at the butterfly light caress of his warm mouth. When her aching nubs were wet and elongated from his attentions, and he ran his thumbs over them with a growl.

He palmed her other breast, stroking her wet nipple with his thumb while his other hand ran up and down her thigh under her skirt. Using the barest edge of his teeth, he made her moan for him and smiled against her breast at the needy sound. Then he nipped her, hard, and she cried out his name as painful pleasure streaked through her blood and settled into her clit with a hard throb. She didn’t think she’d ever been this swollen and wet.

She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders, delighting in the feeling of the muscles moving beneath his smooth skin. He switched his attention to her other breast, making her arch into his mouth. All that unfulfilled desire began to reach a painful peak as her pussy ached to be filled with the hard cock beneath her.

“Please,” she begged.

He pulled back from her breast with a wet, sucking sound that had her clenching against him. She felt his heart hammering underneath her palm, and the solid muscles of his chest flexed against her hand. Reluctantly, he looked away from her body and into her eyes. “Come with me. I'm not going to have our first time be on a couch.”

She scooted off his lap and scooped up her sweater, holding it to her chest. Feeling strangely shy, she spread her fingers around the ample outer curves of her breasts. He noticed, and a soft and warm look banked the fire of lust in his gaze.

“Eliana, you don't have to do this.”

Her hormones screamed in protest, and she narrowed her eyes at him in a glare. “Aiden, if you don't take me to a bed, I'm afraid I'm going to have to assault you right here.”

With a laugh, Aiden lifted her up into his arms. She squeaked in surprise and clutched at his thick shoulders. “I'm not too heavy, am I?”

She felt the rumble of laughter where her cheek pressed against him as he said, “Hardly. Chosen are stronger than most humans. And you're a bitty thing. I could carry you for miles and not be out of breath.”

She laid her cheek on his the hard mass of muscle of his upper chest as he cradled her close and took them down the hall and up the stairs. Peeking down the stairs, she sincerely hoped the housekeeper and cook were gone for the evening.

Rubbing her cheek against his wide, muscled chest, she seized the opportunity to graze her teeth over his nipple. He tasted so good and the feeling of his muscles bunching as he walked drove her crazy. Hell, everything Aiden did drove her crazy. Just the rhythm of his movements made her think of how it would feel when he was finally rocking inside of her, filling her with his heat.

With a muttered oath, he almost lost his grip on her when she gave his nipple a particularly hard bite. “Behave.”

Stopping at the door at the end of the hall, he loosened his grip enough to turn the handle. The room was lit by a soft, low light from a small Tiffany stained glass lamp on an antique writing desk. Alongside the wall stood a huge wooden sleigh bed. It was big enough to sleep four people comfortably, and she couldn't wait to be in it.

He closed the door with his foot and carried her toward the soft cream brocade blanket that covered his bed. She took in all these things in a blur as he lowered her gently, and the smell of his psychic scent drifted up from the comforter. The light seemed to caress his high cheekbones, creating deep shadows beneath that flowed down to his square jaw. Lust, passion, and a surprising hint of tenderness filled his gaze as he stared at her.

She felt utterly desirable as his eyes traveled over her body, exposed and wanton. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she looked at him and gripped his firm hips in her hands. The curve of his abs called to her, and she traced her tongue over the muscled squares, ending where his warm skin met his pants. He really was too sexy for words and she could barely believe she was really here.

With gentle hands, he began to pull her hair down from its bun, smoothing it back from her face as she explored his sensitive stomach with her mouth. She hid a grin against his skin as his muscles jumped beneath her lips and licked along the indentation of his belly button. The low growl that he gave her only made her hungrier to taste him, all of him.

Taking a deep breath, she began to unbuckle his pants.

With a strained chuckle, he said, “Wait, slow down. I want to savor you. I’ve waited too long to have your gorgeous body spread out before me. These lovely breasts, smooth curves, and the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen. You have no idea how stunning you are.”

She practically melted into the bed as pleasure of a physical and emotional variety overwhelmed her. Never in her life had she imagined a man would not only say such wonderful things about her, but mean it. Her stunned mind tried to come up with an appropriate response, something to let him know that she found him equally amazing, but right now she was having a hard time remembering how to breath.

He began to place gentle, feather-light kisses over her shoulder and around the curve of her breast. He rubbed his rough cheek back and forth over the tip of her aching nipples, making her eyes close with pleasure. Strong hands kneaded her swollen breast, and his clever fingers twisted then pulled on the stiff nubs of her nipples. It felt so damn good. A rough pinch made her arch her back and groan. Gods, he knew how to touch her in just the right way to heighten her arousal until she burned for him, hot and fierce.

He sat and gently lifted her hips, pulling the suede skirt past her hips. “Magnificent,” he murmured as he looked at her, running a finger over the damp center of her white silk panties. “All of my wet dreams never came near how beautiful you really are.”

Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the sensation of having him pressed into her. He gently pulled her panties off in a delicious scrape of flesh and silk. The rumble of his growl at the sight of her almost bare pussy made her smile in satisfaction. There was something terribly arousing about knowing how deeply she affected him.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his hand down her belly, watching her face the entire time. Having him look at her while he touched her was unbearably intimate and she laced her fingers into his hair, drawing his fantastic lips down to hers. When his fingertips traced over her smooth mound with its little patch of curls, he smiled against her mouth. Ever so slowly he slid one long finger along her wetness, rubbing back and forth softly as he gauged her reaction.

A low groan slipped from her and she opened her legs and silently asking for more, begging for his touch.

“You’re so wet, baby. You need to come, don’t you?”

“Gods yes. Please.”

“My pleasure.”

He moved quickly, laying down between her thighs then taking a deep, audible sniff of her sex. It would have embarrassed her except he placed one long lick from the entrance of her sex all the way to her clit, making pussy clench and spill out a new rush of her liquid arousal. She opened her eyes as she felt him lift her legs over his shoulders, but they fluttered shut when he began to place gentle kisses over the shaved portions of her mound.

“You smell so good, so hot, so mine,” he murmured against her flesh.

Soft breath and strong lips, and his smooth tongue worked over her, making her writhe for him. He gently pushed one of his fingers inside of her as he continued, timing the stroke of his tongue to the movement of his finger inside of her. The silken brush of his hair against her thighs added to the mixture of sensations he produced with his talented mouth.

She started to tremble beneath him and he groaned then quickened his strokes, adding a second finger and no longer teasing with his mouth. He sucked gently on her clit, flicking his tongue and grazing his teeth over the hood. She tensed beneath him and began to climax in long waves, lifting her hips with each delicious crest and moaning out his name, begging him for more, begging him to never stop.

She half opened her eyes as Aiden lifted himself off her and quickly removed his pants. Her body practically hummed with pleasure as she inspected Aiden in all his naked glory, and there was a lot to inspect. His cock stood out, long and firm, and his erection looked so hard it had to hurt. The head of his cock glistened with a drop of pre-cum and the thick veins pulsed along the shaft. She stroked one fingertip down his length, drawing the moisture down, pausing to gently cup his sac and feel the weight in her hand.

He shuddered over her, the taut muscles of his hard stomach contracting. “If you keep that up, I'm not going to last long.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

She gave him a wicked smile, gripped his length, then stroked him with a gentle grip. Stepping back with a grin, he tugged open the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom. Eyes locked on her, he tore open the packet and sheathed himself. The sight of his hands stroking against his cock made her pussy clench and she swore she’d never been so turned on in her life.

With a growl, he grabbed her hands when she reached for him and held them above her head. He parted her legs with his knee and stroked himself over her, the slip of his latex covered dick over her slick sex torturing her. She was so hot and wet, more than ready for him. Ever so slowly, he lowered himself down her body and held her hips still as she sought to hurry him. The feeling of his thick cock stretching her almost made her come, and she fought his strength holding her still. They both groaned as he pushed into her and her pussy spasmed around his length.

Finally he was sheathed fully inside of her heat, and he lay his body against hers, holding her still and enjoying the feeling of their joining.

“Gods you feel good, Eliana. So hot and tight. You strain my self control.”

Propping himself on his hands above her, he began to move in short strokes, small jerks that made her raise her hips and meet him. She ran her hands over his muscled shoulders and chest, delighting in being able to touch him and hold him close. They watched each other, eyes locking as their bodies moved together, sharing the intimacy of their passion.

She’d had sex before, but nothing like this. The strength of the sensations he was building within her, the pleasure of watching his face as he took her, all brought her orgasm closer than she’d ever experienced before. His tempo increased, and she ran her hands through his thick hair, small sounds of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. He struggled to hold back as she ground against him with abandon.