comfortable. Super comfortable. She snuggled up to it, burying her face to block out the nearby light. That soft thump was hypnotizing, lulling her back into slumber.
Her bed shifted, the pillow rocking slightly. Annoyed, she sleepily clung to it, not wanting to get up just yet. The movement stopped and Ever sighed with contentment, settling back. The thumping in her ear grew quicker, and a delicious smell reached her nose. It wasn’t food or cologne, but drew her like a moth to a flame.
Touches, feather-soft, moved down the side of her face then across her lips. A burning started in her belly, her sex aching, as the movement was repeated. Belatedly, Ever realized the pillow beneath her wasn’t fabric, but flesh. That discovery didn’t even faze her however; she took it in stride, moving her hand under the thin fabric and across the soft skin. It quivered beneath her fingers, muscles working beneath her palm at her delicate ministrations.
Sleepily, Ever moved down the body beneath her, pushing up the shirt and straddling a wide thigh. She ground herself down on it, giving a sharp sigh as her swollen clit rubbed against the thin cotton of her panties, sending shivers through her body. Her hands pushed at the shirt, trying to tear it up and away, then it was gone and she had free rein.
Her eyes peeked open, first one, then the other. Ridges of muscle lay before her, and she set her mouth to the skin, running her tongue lightly between the creases. She gave a little “Mmmm” as she made her way higher, enjoying the taste and feel of the body beneath her. The muscles trembled, hands grabbing at her upper arms, but nobody was making her do anything. That just made her bolder, and she latched onto one dark nipple with her lips and teeth.
Above her, someone hissed, a sharp jet of breath. Ever ground herself down on the thick thigh, the sensations making her squirm, but it wasn’t enough. She looked up to see amber eyes watching her, the familiar ( beloved? ) face staring back at her, and she didn’t think. She just crawled up Aidan’s body and latched her lips onto his.
The touch was like lightning, and suddenly Ever couldn’t get enough. She darted her tongue inside his mouth, desperate for a taste. Hands pulled her leg across narrow hips and Ever ground down, moaning at the thick pole she felt there. It had been too long, and she needed everything, all at once. She clawed at his shoulders, wanting to melt into him, and moaned again as her partner pulled her tight against him, his mouth going to her neck.
She gave a cry as one hand wedged itself between them, pressing up and toward her core. It massaged her clit, making her tremble and moan, and suddenly she needed more, more . Almost as if he’d read her mind, her pants were unfastened with nimble hands, and fingers slipped inside, gliding across the moist folds of her sex.
Ever shuddered, clutching at wide shoulders, as those fingers slid in and out of her. She didn’t protest as her pants were pushed down and off her hips, down her knees and off her ankles. She helped as best she could, and when the fabric was gone she again straddled his hips, riding the tight bulge there.
The kisses, oh , she’d never tasted anyone so wonderful. Hands tangled in her hair as his hips surged upwards, nearly propelling her into the air. Ever clung to wide shoulders, raining kisses over Aidan’s face as he repeated the movement once, twice.
Beside them a cellphone rang.
Both of them froze, Ever with her hands on the buttons of Aidan’s pants, Aidan with his around the globes of her ass. She stared down at him in shock, and saw his eyes were glowing amber in the low light. The need in her body wouldn’t relent, but her brain was finally shouting What the fuck are you doing?
They stayed that way, staring at one another, unmoving, as the phone rang and rang, then grew quiet.
And started again.
Aidan slid a hand up Ever’s back, his fingers dancing against the skin, but he