Aidan didn’t give her a second to catch her breath.
He slid up over her, lips brushing that spot right under her ear.
She gasped, still buzzing from before, as he settled between her legs.
One smooth push, and he was inside her, filling her.
The stretch took her breath away.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he groaned into her neck.
“So tight. Perfect.”
He held still for a beat, then started moving—slow, deep strokes that set her on fire.
Then faster, harder, every thrust sending heat ripping through her.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Goddamn it.”
“Love that dirty mouth,” he rasped, crashing his lips against hers, all teeth and need, their bodies slapping together.
Then he slowed way down, breathing rough, eyes locked on hers.
“Not done with you yet.”
He pulled out, and she whimpered at the empty feeling.
He slid down her body, mouth grazing her stomach before he settled between her thighs again.
“Already so wet,” he said, voice rough.
He looked up with that smirk.
“Get up here. Sit on my face.”
Millie froze.
“What?”
Sit on his face?
Her cheeks burned.
She’d never done anything like that—never felt that exposed.
“You heard me.” His grin got sharper.
“I want you riding my mouth. Right now.” He patted his chest, then tapped his lips.
“Come on. Move.”
Her stomach flipped.
Nerves fought the ache between her legs.
She wasn’t used to being told what to do so straight-up.
But the way he looked at her sparked something reckless inside.
She swallowed hard and climbed over him, thighs shaky as she straddled his chest.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Higher,” he said, hands on her hips, pulling her forward.
“No hovering. Sit on me.”
Millie took a shaky breath and shifted up until she was right over his mouth.
She felt completely open, heart pounding.
His eyes stayed locked on her, daring her to go for it.
Slowly, she lowered herself down.
His tongue swept over her sensitive spot, and she jolted hard.
“Fuck!” Her hips jerked; she grabbed the headboard to steady herself.
“Ride my face.”
His tongue circled slowly, then faster, pressure just right.
His hands pulled her down until she was sitting fully on his mouth.
“Oh god, Aidan—” Her back arched as pleasure hit her like a wave.
Nothing had ever felt like this.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, sucking gently, licking long strokes.
“Harder, Amelia. Move.”
One hand guided her hips; the other slipped two fingers inside her, curling them in time with every flick of his tongue.
“Aidan—” she moaned, hips rolling now, chasing the feeling.
“Perfect,” he rasped, pulling back just long enough to get the words out.
“Look at you shaking. Don’t stop.”
He went right back at it, tongue working fast, fingers pumping deep.
“Fuck!” Her thighs started trembling hard, hips grinding on their own.
“That’s it, Amelia.”
Her back bowed, eyes rolling back, everything narrowing down to his mouth on her.
She rocked against him, moans turning into his name over and over.
“Aidan—Aidan—”
Pleasure slammed into her.
She came hard, pulsing around his fingers, thighs shaking as she fell apart.
Gasping, she looked down—then squeezed her eyes shut.
He kept going, sucking softly, pulling every last tremor out of her until she was whimpering, too sensitive, fingers locked white on the headboard.
It was too much.
She collapsed sideways, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.
Aidan slid back up her body.
His tongue traced her lips in a slow, dirty kiss that still tasted like her.
He smirked, cupped her face with one hand, thumb dragging over her bottom lip, while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.
“So sweet,” he murmured.
“Came so hard. We’re not done.”
She was still throbbing down there when he spread her thighs again.
One deep push and he was inside her, stretching her oversensitive walls.
She cried out, back arching off the bed.
“Aidan—I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled, sweat dripping down his temple.
He sank in deeper.
She whimpered when he pulled back, her body trying to hold on to nothing.
He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on without breaking eye contact.
Then he thrust back in, grabbed her left leg, hooked it high, and pressed it toward her shoulder.
The new angle hit something inside her that made her head spin—every stroke lighting her up right where it counted.
Each thrust sent sparks through her, sharp and nonstop.
“Fuck, you’re flexible,” he rasped.
He went harder and faster, the bed creaking under them.
His fingers dug into her thigh; his other hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.
Millie moaned loudly, hips rocking up to meet him, chasing more even though she was already wrecked.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming again,” she gasped.
Her voice cracked as another orgasm tore through her, her body squeezing him so tight she felt him shudder.
She couldn’t believe how alive she felt, how hard her body responded to him.
Her back bowed off the mattress, eyes fluttering shut as wave after wave hit.
Her nails scraped down his back before she just gave in completely.
Aidan groaned, thrusts turning wild, control slipping.
“Fuck, Amelia, I’m right there with you,” he growled.
He drove in deeper, faster, chasing his own finish right along with hers.
One last hard thrust, and he let go, body shaking as he came, riding it out.
Sweat rolled down his temple.
He kept moving through the last pulses, then finally collapsed beside her, chest heaving.
They lay there tangled up, breathing hard, the room thick with the smell of sweat and sex.
Aidan eased out slowly, peeled off the condom, and flicked it toward the trash can.
He rolled back and pulled her in tight against him with an arm around her waist.
“Come here,” he said, like letting go wasn’t an option.
He buried his face in her hair.
“Love the smell of your shampoo,” he mumbled softly.
“Dollar store special,” Millie said quietly, staring at the wall.
She almost smirked.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, lips brushing her ear.
“Makes me want to go again.”
She turned her head, one eyebrow up.
“You sure you’ve got anything left already?”
He laughed low, hand tightening on her waist.
“Oh, Amelia. Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll see.”
The sheets were wrecked again.
Not long after, their bodies found that same desperate rhythm.
Two more rounds later, Aidan got up and poured them wine.
There was food too—plenty to keep them going.
By the time the sky outside went dark, exhaustion finally dragged them under.
Millie curled into him, her body fitting against his like it was made to, even though she knew it wasn’t that simple.
Aidan’s arm settled over her.
“This is nice,” he whispered.
Millie didn’t answer.
She just listened to his breathing slow and even out, letting it pull her toward sleep.
She’d carry this night with her—not because it was love, but because it felt close enough to trick her into wondering.
And wondering was dangerous.