Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He’s right about the buildup inside of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever known. There’s no reservations between me and this man. Not right now. We’re giving everything to each other, selfish and generous in equal measure and we’re giving it physically, emotionally, and the turmoil is beautiful. So beautiful.
The flesh between my legs is seizing up around his pounding thickness in ominous waves. And when I finally succeed in opening several buttons of his shirt and the hard slabs of his pecs flex in the muted light, his long, guttural moan hitting my ears, a rush of sensation so violently perfect I can barely fathom it goes crashing through me, my sex pulsing one final time and quickening around him, hitting me with a turbulent knockout blow of relief.
“Shit. Shit. Been dying to feel that pussy go off for me. Squeezes even harder than I thought it would.” Aiden picks me up off the file cabinet mid-orgasm, wrapping me in a bear hug and grinding his hips up, up, up so deep into me that there really is no description of the sound I make into his hot, perspiring neck. A second climax follows the first, turning those tiny, intimate muscles instantly sore, but that doesn’t stop me from riding his stiffness, jerking my hips up and back and inviting him to follow me into the storm—and he does.
He drops a hand to my backside, clutching, drawing me roughly to his lap and he breaks apart, stumbling back in the small filing room until his back hits the wall, his warmth filling me while he groans my name, plowing his lower body upward over and over again, his shaft pulsing inside of me, jerking with every ounce he releases. “Jesus, Stella, Jesus. How is it so good? How are you so goddamn good for me, sweetheart? Move. Move just a little more. Ahhh, fuck. That’s it, right there. Take the last of it just like that.”
We just sort of collapse at the same time.
My body loses any sort of tension, sagging into Aiden’s arms, and he slides down the wall, cradling me in his lap on the floor. It takes us long, long minutes to get our breathing under control. And if he’s in the same boat as me, he’s trying to corral his heart, too. Though I’m not sure that’s an option. It seems to be an unbroken horse that has escaped from its pen.
“Stella…” His palm smooths the length of my hair, letting out an incredulous breath. “God, I knew it would be like that. I just didn’t know it would be like that.”
I nod against his chest, knowing exactly what he means.
We’re ruined.
He lays a kiss on my temple. “Come home with me after work tonight. Stay.”
Somehow I know going to Aiden’s home, being among his things and experiencing his routines with him is going to ruin me even worse than what we just did. Despite the niggling doubts in the back of my mind, all of them in myself and my ability to be this new person…I am powerless to do anything but nod. To do anything but hand him as much of my heart as I have available. “Yes. I’ll stay.”
14
Aiden
I guide Stella into my apartment by the hand. “Keep your eyes closed.”
“I promised I would,” she laughs, squeezing her lids tighter. “You’re not going to reveal a giant Beanie Baby collection or something, are you?”
“I’m saving that for the third date,” I call back to her while crossing the room, flipping the floor switch to turn on the Christmas tree lights, as well as the lit-up garland that runs the perimeter of my living room window. I’m probably going to lose all of the progress I’ve made in convincing her I’m nothing more than a huge cornball, but so be it. I want her to remember the first time she walked into my apartment. I’m sure as hell going to.
Just seeing her outlined in the common hallway light in her puffy jacket and boots, her bangs dusted with the snow that has started falling outside, is twisting me up in more directions than a funnel cake at the county fair. I’ve lived in this place for five years and other women have darkened my doorway in that time. Those others…they had my respect, but my heart was never involved. Not a single corner of it. Not like this.
I’ve never turned on my Christmas tree and matching garland for anyone, that’s for damn sure. Never wanted to see her hair spread across my pillow so badly, I ache. And here I am, already making a list of things I’ve only experienced with Stella to make myself feel better for every encounter I’ve ever had with another woman. That’s how bad I’ve got it. I’m guilty for everything I ever did before we met.