Free Christmas and Forever by Delilah Hunt Page A

spread wide and he could see the juices glistening on her folds. Her clitoris was puffy and distended with arousal. He peeked at her, saw her nibble that kissable bottom lip. In anticipation and excitement? Better be. Aidan groaned and pinned his focus once again between her thighs. Using two fingers he spread her pussy lips apart, then blew a soft kiss on the delicate bundle of nerves that ripened and plumped for him. Such a sweet little pussy, and the fullest clit he’d ever seen on any woman. So fucking juicy, awaiting his mouth or cock sliding against it.
    Liya whimpered as he dotted kisses along the slit. Aidan delved his middle finger into her drenched opening. Her lips parted in shock and a loud sigh of pleasure escaped her. The sound sent shock waves through him. “No one’s ever touched you like this either, sweetheart?” He didn’t wait for a response and added another finger, thrusting against her barrier. Eyes closed, he took a deep calming breath, praying for restraint. Her cunt was tiny, more so than he expected, he thought feeling the heat rising in his neck. “I didn’t think you’d be this small,” he said throatily, pumping gently within her. .
    Her eyes glossed and she mumbled something he couldn’t understand. In her fever pitch, Aidan doubted she could form a coherent thought. He kissed her soft cheeks. She was lovely and he hoped she stayed exactly the way she was. His Liya. His chest swelled with pride at the intimacy she allowed him.
    “Aidan,” she moaned.
    “Hush.” He withdrew his fingers, content to simply pet and fondle her pussy. It was a sweet torture he devised for himself despite the protest of his aching cock, wishing to get free and have a go between her legs. “Do you need more, sweetheart? Are my fingers not enough for you?”
    She arched her back and spread her legs wider. “No. I need more, please.”
    Please . How sweetly she said it, too. He kissed her nape and rolled the swollen bud between his fingertips. “I should be the one down on my knees begging. Tell me you won’t regret this decision, Liya. Tell me so I can feel your wetness all over my cock.”
    Her teeth chattered. “S-swear I won’t.”
    Aidan nodded. No matter what happened he had to maintain some form of control. He couldn’t release inside her. “I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t expect this Christmas surprise.” Honeyed moisture trickled onto his fingers. Condom or not, he had to know what she felt like.
    She twined her arms around his neck and undulated her hips, seeking more of his fingers. “I just finished my period. It should be safe.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Plus, I could never have any regrets with you.”
    His throat felt tight. When this was all over, he was going to make sure she never wanted for a single thing in life. It was the only way he could show her what she meant to him. Anything else was impossible.
    “I’m going to fuck you now,” he rasped. God, it was hard to speak.
    Her lips widened into a sensuous smile as she lay backwards and splayed her thighs. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Aidan.”
    Her words…She was strikingly honest, uncaring and looking so damn innocent, as if she had no idea how painful it was for him to maintain control.
    He tugged the shirt over his head and scrutinized her reaction. “Do I meet with your approval?” He hoped he could compete with the younger men in her eyes.
    She lounged on her elbows and nodded. “You do. But that’s not the reason I like and admire you. I’d still feel the same way about you if you were fifty pounds heavier with a head full of gray hair.”
    Aidan gaped in astonishment. He felt her words down to his soul. He kept silent, for the moment, afraid he would say something to turn his entire world and direction in life on its heels. She was too much of a temptation.
    He opened the belt. The room echoed with a deafening silence, save for Liya’s sharp intake of breath as he pulled the jeans