"Are you okay?" Aidan shot her a questioning look.
“Yes, I was just," Marion nodded to the bed, "thinking that there's more than enough room for both of us." She gave him what she hoped would pass as a coy smile. Her heart pounded in her chest and her hands shook with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She so wanted Aidan to be real. If he was, that meant there was life after Eric, and she wanted that life.
Doing her best impression of a sexy walk, she strutted toward him with all the false bravado she could muster and traced a finger down one cheek, across his chin, and up the other. Detecting no mole, she moved in closer. Here goes nothing. Forcing herself to be bold, she pressed her lips against his, cupping both his cheeks in her hands, searching with her thumbs. Still no mole.
Oh thank the goddess.
She went weak with relief as Aidan pulled her tight against him, taking control of the kiss. He teased her mouth with his tongue until she thought she would melt. Any doubts she had about Aidan’s identity disappeared. Eric had never kissed her like this, never made her feel like her clothes were a nuisance. Never made her think it was a perfectly grand idea to be tossed on the bed
But Aidan did.
He kissed his way down her neck to a sensitive spot at the hollow of her throat, one connected to her nipples, which hardened instantly. Still nibbling at her neck, he ran a lazy thumb over her nipples, alternating from side to side until she couldn’t help but writhe against him.
When he moved to lift her shirt over her head, she offered no protest other than to say, "If I'm naked you have to be naked, too." Clothes just got in the way and she didn't want anything between them. Not anymore. She was safe. Aidan stirred her heart in a way she'd never felt before and witches never let good energy go to waste.
Without a word, he tossed her shirt away and then yanked off his before scorching her lips with another kiss. His fingers tugged at her pants, undoing the button and zipper and sliding them off her hips, his fingers tickling her thighs. Marion held onto his shoulders and kicked of her pants while he fumbled with his.
Finally naked, they kissed, their bodies pressed together, skin-on-skin.
Aidan pushed her back onto the big bed, slipped his hands behind her back to her bra and unclasped it, tossing it on the floor with their clothes. ”I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first met you.” Cupping a breast in each hand he nuzzled the space between them and then took a nipple in his mouth.
Marion arched back and moaned, grateful for the support of the bed beneath her. His mouth may have been just on her nipple, but she felt the sensation throughout her body, particularly between her legs where a liquid heat burned. Aidan must’ve sensed the meltdown in her core because he peeled off her pants and plied her thighs apart with gentle caresses. Slipping a finger between the folds of her skin, he stroked her, rubbing in a regular, uninterrupted rhythm until she quivered.
He continued to tease, causing pleasure to arc through her body like an electric current. While she tried to catch her breath, he focused on her breasts again, flicking her nipples with his tongue.
Marion had never imagined that sex could feel so good. Her few forays into foreplay with Eric had been awkward and unpleasant. Sometimes they'd been painful as Eric’s touch often went from soft to hard. He had delighted in her pain and after the first few dates, Marion realized he wasn’t the partner for her. He had been furious at her rejection.
Ironically, this was why she was currently drowning in pleasure under Aidan’s knowledgeable touch. If she hadn’t met Eric, she wouldn’t be here with Aidan right now. And that is how things come full circle from good to bad, she thought, almost managing a wry smile between the gasps Aidan elicited.
“I don’t think I can take much more,” she finally panted. There was an emptiness inside that she desperately needed to fill. The time for teasing was past.
Aidan nodded and stripped off his pants as quickly as he could. Pulling a condom from the bedside table, he unrolled it slowly along the length of his shaft. Marion watched, eyes wide, wondering how something so long, so...hard was going to fit inside her.
Aidan must’ve noticed her concern because he said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Marion nodded.
“Because we can stop, if you’re not ready.”
“No, it’s just...”
“What?”
“I haven’t ...” She bit her lip and looked at him with wide eyes.
“I know it’s been a long time since Eric. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
In answer, she fell back on the bed, cupping a breast with one hand, and opening herself for him with the other.
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