Reclaimed (Powell Sanctuary #5)

Chapter 19

19

Isla

Aiden watches me through hooded eyes. Soft and satisfied, his expression is one I’ve never witnessed on his face before. With unhurried movements, his fingers slip between my thighs, and he runs the tip of one along my slit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

My neck is crooked against the arm of the couch and my chin rests on my chest. I look down at him between the valley of my heaving breasts. Our gazes lock over the modest swell of my stomach. Hot anticipation sweeps through me as he lazily leans forward and runs his tongue over the path his finger traced. My eyes flutter shut and my chin tips back with a moan.

“Eyes on me, starshine.”

Returning my vision to him is a struggle. I’m hanging on the edge. His cock felt amazing inside of me, so stretched and full, that despite the short duration, I nearly reached the peak. His finger on my clit was the perfect addition, and I have no doubt with a little more time Aiden could get me there. It didn’t happen this first time, so now I’m hot and bothered, my pussy aching with the incessant throb begging me to find release.

His baby blues blaze with lust as his tongue circles my clit. I gasp and writhe, thrusting my hips toward his hot mouth. Not needing any more direction, he wraps his lips around the little bead and sucks.

“Yes, Aiden. There,” I pant. I take my nipple in one hand and thread the other through his hair.

“Tell me what you like.” The words vibrate against my clit, sending intense shocks through me.

“Put your finger inside me.”

Aiden follows my lead, adding a second when I ask. “Like this?” His husky words send a tingle down my spine. The warm liquid pool in my abdomen turns molten.

“You already know how to do this part,” I pant.

“What about this?” He dips his head again, adding his tongue into the mix. While his fingers drive steadily into me, he laps around them.

My stomach hollows as he strokes my g-spot. “My clit. Lick my clit.”

He hums his agreement against me, the vibrations only heightening the mix of sensations. With my grip on the back of his head, I hold him on the spot I need him most to come.

“I’m almost there.” A moan rips through me as he doubles his efforts. This man might lack experience, but his eagerness to please is more of a turn-on than any cocky chatter could ever be—especially when most of those talkers lack the moves to back it up.

Aiden doesn’t have to pretend. His honesty and openness is refreshing and sexy. He’s not afraid to fess up to his skills and where he lacks. That just means he could use some practice, and I’m more than willing to let him use my body to figure things out.

“You taste so good,” he grunts between licks. “Like smoke and sugar.”

“Keep going.”

“I want you to come on my tongue, Isla. I want to drink you.”

“Yes,” I pant. I grip him tight and pull him closer.

“Mm,” he breathes. His blue eyes blaze with a fire that mimics what I feel inside. “Are you going to come, beautiful?

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“You’re squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.”

“Don’t stop.” My thighs twitch around his ears. My foot on the floor lifts, and I wrap my knee around his shoulder. I arch and writhe, pressing as close as I can to where he works me over.

He doesn’t quit. I fight to keep my eyes on his as pleasure rips through me. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks and his fingers thrust in the perfect rhythm. I explode around them, coming apart beneath him. My breasts quiver with uneven breaths as I scream his name into the quiet.

Aiden slows but doesn’t stop. He works me over the edge with gentling motions until his fingers cease moving and his tongue draws light and lazy over my swollen skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

Words stick in my throat. I nod.

His grin is satisfied as he slowly unlatches my knee from his shoulder and slips it around his waist instead. He watches me as he kicks his way out of his jeans.

The ascent is slow. Measured. He stops every few inches to worship my body with kisses. He finds the newly acquired stretch marks mixed in with the old ones on the underside of my stomach and hips. His tongue licks along the worst of them. He dips into my belly button, drawing from me a breathy gasp. His lips against my stomach with the knowledge I’m growing a baby inside of me gives me butterflies. It’s an experience I never expected to have with this pregnancy, and he’s providing it so freely.

He bypasses my breasts. Instead, he kisses up my sternum. Each press of his lips is punctuated with a smile against my skin. Aiden radiates pure happiness. His stubble scrapes the underside of my jaw as he kisses up my neck, finally finding my lips.

He takes them sweetly, that crease forming between his eyebrows as he kisses me deep.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling again. He looks at his watch, then flashes me the face. It’s nearly eight at night. “Fifteen minutes. Am I good or what?”

I comb my fingers contentedly through the back of his hair, scraping my nails along his scalp. He closes his eyes and groans as a shudder wracks his body. His shoulders roll forward, and he drops his forehead to my chest. The warm weight is grounding. Like it’s meant to be there.

“You’re definitely good. Better than good,” I murmur.

He picks his head up. “Ready for me again?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes.”

We kiss again, this time slow and lazy as he fits himself between my thighs. His tan muscles are a sharp contrast to my pale softness. I reach between us. My fingers don’t quite touch as I circle his shaft and stroke him. He groans into my mouth.

“Everything you do feels so fucking good,” he murmurs between kisses.

“Just wait until I get you in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, his body tensing above mine. “Later. I need to be inside you now.”

He engulfs my hand in his where it’s wrapped around his cock. Together, we guide him to my pussy. The blunt head splits me open. I’m so wet he slips in easily, and he sinks down an inch.

“Hang on.” He closes his eyes and grits his teeth. “Shit. I don’t know how this feels even better than the first time.”

“It’s okay, Aiden. We have plenty of time to practice.”

“No.” His blue eyes shimmer with determination. “I’ve got it.”

As if proving a point, he thrusts, sinking deeper.

“God, you fill me so good,” I babble as he stretches me. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed and our hips are flush. I can feel his cock throb. “I could stay here just like this.”

“Yeah,” he echoes. His eyes find mine and he threads our fingers together, planting them above my head. “Tell me what to do, Isla. Teach me what you like.”

His words are empowering. Sobering. Nobody’s ever asked me what I wanted before. Not like this. Not so earnestly. So perfectly.

“Start slow. Move your hips. Mm. Just like that.” I curl my free hand up beneath his arm to grip his shoulder from the back. Aiden starts to build a steady rhythm. “Good. We already did this once, but if this was the first time of the night, this helps to, mm, rev things up.”

“You’re gushing all over my cock, starshine.” His tone is a satisfied grunt.

“Because it feels good.”

“What else?”

“M-my clit,” I moan. “Your thumb. Like you did before. Gentle.”

“Like this?” He rolls the pad over the sensitive zone.

I jolt at the arousing touch. “Yes. Soft and smooth. A little slower. I like an up and down motion with an occasional circle thrown in.”

“Got it, baby. Tell me if it’s too much.”

My head tilts back and my eyes close. “Mm. It’s perfect. When you speed up your thrusts, mm, yes like that.” I heave in a breath. “Your thumb will follow the up down motion. Just make sure you don’t press too hard.”

Some women like it fast, others slow. Some like it hard and others can’t stand barely more than a graze over the hood. I don’t bother telling him what other women may like. He can figure that out if when the time comes. Right now the only person I care about him pleasing is me. Any other woman can fuck all the way off. Aiden’s mine.

My eyes fly open to find him studying my face. His brow creases at my expression. His hand holding mine squeezes my fingers.

For now. He’s mine for now.

Aiden runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “This good?”

“So good.”

He kisses me. Our bodies move together as his confidence grows. Praise falls from my lips. The muscles in his back ripple beneath my palm. “Keep going. Just like that. You’re going to make me come.”

Hot, wet lips trail down my jaw, my neck. He finds a nipple and laves his tongue over the tight tip. A jolt of arousal sizzles straight to my clit. When he drags his teeth over it, a high-pitched whimper falls from my mouth.

“Need you, Isla. Need you to get there with me.”

“I’m going… I’m going to.”

“Now, baby girl. Need you messy on my cock.”

He circles my clit, and a quick up-down strum has me splintering apart, my mind blanking with a white, hazy bliss. My pussy pulses around him, squeezing him, and a second later, I feel him swell.

“Fuck!” With a gritty shout, he shoves deep and comes. The hand in mine squeezes tight, gripping my fingers like a lifeline. His neck strains before his head falls forward onto my chest. The steady pulse of his cock sends me rippling with aftershocks.

Lifting his chin reveals strands of hair sticking to his sweat-dampened forehead. I push them off. He lays an open-mouthed kiss along my breastbone.

“Is it too late for that love declaration? Because that just rocked my world.”

Ruined vocal cords make my laugh husky. “Save it for someone worthy, lover.”

“That was real sex, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well if that was practice sex, real sex might just kill me.” He collapses against my chest, keeping just enough weight on his elbows to not crush me or the baby.

“That was real sex, Aiden.” I stroke my fingers through his hair.

There’s nothing fake about what just happened.

That was definitely real.