her fingers around Aiden’s
hot, hard cock. His mouth might be saying no but this part of his
body spoke a very different language and swelled against her
palm.
“I won’t,” Aiden refused,
catching her wrists again and holding them wide away from his
body.
Erika ignored him. “Kiss me,”
she demanded, knowing Aiden’s mind was already racing down the same
road as hers. Passion exploded inside her and she pressed herself
against his hot, naked body, biting and kissing wherever her lips
fell. “Touch me.”
“No. You don’t know what you’re
doing.”
But Erika knew exactly what she
was doing and stripped off her robe. She made sure Aiden watched as
she ran her hands over her breasts, her fingers lingering on her
nipples which hardened and sent shards of pleasure down into her
sex. Aiden looked away but she caught his chin and forced him to
watch her hand travel down between her thighs where she found the
folds of her sex hot, wet and desperate to be touched. She took
Aiden’s hand and slid it between her legs, feeling his fingers
exploring and stroking as his body eventually surrendered.
He kissed her so hard her mind
went blank – tasting and seducing her with a ferocious passion that
made her knees buckle, and she’d have fallen had he not held her
tightly against him. One finger penetrated her, followed by a
second, while his thumb pulsed against her clit, stroking her to
the brink of orgasm.
“Screw me,” she breathed,
grinding herself down onto his fingers and pulling his hips into
her. “Take me to bed and screw me.”
“No!”
The command returned Aiden to
his senses and he pushed Erika away. “I won’t do this. You’re not
thinking straight. I don’t want you hating me for this.”
But he’d underestimated the
power of her desire. Her need for him had taken her beyond reason,
removing every inhibition in her quest for satisfaction and her
body ached to be touched, kissed and penetrated by him.
The overpowering urge to satisfy
herself with Aiden’s body took Erika’s gentle nature to a different
place and she placed her hands in the centre of his chest,
propelling him backward toward the open bedroom door.
“I want your body, not your
conscience,” she flared. “You’ve slept your way across London –
what’s one more conquest?”
“I can’t even remember their
names.” Aiden closed his eyes and fought his arousal, refusing to
give in to her, even though Erika’s hand now moved up and down his
cock, pushing him toward the point of no return. “Those women meant
nothing to me.”
“This means nothing to me
either,” Erika told him. “I’ve had five years of long, lonely
nights because of you and, if you don’t give me what I need, I’ll
find someone else in this hotel who will. If it makes you feel any
better, think of it as an act of mercy.”
To drive home her point, Erika
clawed her nails down either side of his torso and Aiden writhed
against her, still fighting his own desires but weakening with
every touch. One final push unbalanced him onto the bed. Before he
could react, Erika dropped to her knees and pushed apart his thighs
to take his cock in her mouth where it leapt and swelled against
her tongue.
Aiden gave up all pretence of
resistance and grasped either side of her head, moaning in pleasure
as Erika’s hot mouth took him to places no other woman ever had.
The sight and caress of her silken hair across his thighs stripped
him of all logic as every exquisite sensation collected in his
groin. Unable to control himself, Aiden fell back onto the bed,
surrendering completely to his building climax and thrusting up
into Erika’s mouth in perfect unison with her tongue.
The urgent plunge of his cock in
her mouth and a salty moistness told Erika Aiden was ready to come
and she withdrew quickly, determined not to be robbed of the chance
to have him thrusting hard inside her.
Her nipples chafed against the
rough hair on his thighs, inflaming them to hardness