Free Christmas and Forever by Delilah Hunt

and stroked his hair, tiny mewling escaping her with each tug on the delicious flesh.
    More. Dear God, he needed more. Her breasts were made for comforting a man. Aidan cinched an arm around her back and held her to his mouth.
    “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. Liya laced her fingers through his hair, her breath coming out in rasps. He only had his mouth on her breasts and already she was this needy. His cock swelled at the possibilities. His balls grew heavy, brimming with sperm and begging for release inside Liya. Release. His mind shuddered at the thought, threatening to diminish the pleasure.
    “Aidan,” she sighed, “I want to feel your hands on me. Down there.”
    He steadied his gaze on her face, feeling almost certain he had spilled inside his briefs at her innocent request. Shaking, he caressed the inside of her thigh. His hand slid upward, cupping her sex though the thin layer of fabric that kept him from her moist flesh. Blood pounded in his ears and rushed to his cock. His mind teetered on the brink. He was touching Liya. Liya, his receptionist and the woman who refused to leave him to wallow in his misery. His hands were on her pussy. There was no going back now. When the three days were up, then he would pay the price for this hedonism.
    Hands. She had asked for his hand to stroke her, but he would give her a lot more tonight. Aidan looked down at himself. He was a starving man, and Liya was the only one able to satiate him.
    He needed to make sure she was ready for this. “If I touch you…” Aidan paused and arched a brow, echoing her words, “… down there , I won’t be able to stop. I need to get inside you, sweetheart.” He leveled his forehead to hers. “Can I fuck you?” he asked quietly. Not once in his entire life had he asked a woman so bluntly, but Liya was unlike any other woman he’d ever been attracted to.
    He petted the apex of her thighs, awaiting a definite answer despite the assurances from earlier. Liya showed him by slipping out of her panties and tossing them to the floor. Aidan watched rapt in fascination. A part of him felt like he shouldn’t be there witnessing the breathtaking scene of Liya undressing. And yet, it was the one place he wanted to be the most. She knelt on the bed before him, her voluptuous body stark naked. A measure of guilt pulsed within him. Beneath all that bravado, Liya was just a young girl. He knew it, but not even that was enough to stop him from being selfish and accepting what she offered.
    “Aidan, “ she whispered, cupping the side of his face. “This isn’t wrong, okay? You’re entitled to be happy, not just sometimes, but all the time.” She kissed him and gave a warm smile. “And remember what I promised you. You’re safe from me.”
    Her words felt like tiny caresses fluttering over his heart. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
    She was scaring the shit out of him. He mashed his lips to hers, terrified of what else she might say, lest she shatter the fragments of sanity he clung to. “Lay back and let me look at you,” he murmured against her lips.
    She did as he commanded, although she was unable to disguise the tremor of fear from her pretty round face.
    “Hey now. Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart.” Aidan traced the curve of her upper thighs and slid his hand over the thin layer of curls above her sex. He was surprised that he still held the power of speech, what with such an adorable pussy displayed for his viewing. More important, he was surprised he hadn’t climaxed the moment she splayed her thighs and allowed him a glimpse of her wet and slickened cunt. Aidan squeezed his cock from inside his jeans. It was engorged–– painfully so. He had never reached this point before, physically aching to be inside a pussy. He prayed that he would be able to last more than a minute inside Liya’s virgin cunt, after so many years of celibacy.
    He hooked his hands beneath her knees and held her open until her sex was