As the car pulled out into the nighttime traffic, Aidan twisted in his seat to face her, his face almost hidden by the dim light. He leaned in close to whisper something and she could smell the faintest trace of an expensive aftershave, the scent shooting thrills of pleasure up her spine as he murmured into her ear. Instinctively she placed her hands innocently on his thighs, her heartbeat racing at the thought of seeing him take them off. Throughout the car ride, he kept the physical contact to a minimum -- she wondered if it was all part of a deliberate ploy, or just his methods of remaining discreet -- all he did was hold her hand, tracing lazy circles on her skin with his thumb, gazing intently at her the whole time.
They arrived at his place soon enough, and as she stepped out of the car, Gwyneth looked up at the luxurious building and felt the buzz in her head kick up a notch. A gloved doorman pushed open a heavy glass door and Aidan gave him a brief nod as they walked past, striding briskly into the gleaming lobby.
When the elevator doors closed, allowing them some much-deserved privacy, Aidan was set in motion. He pressed her firmly against the walls of the elevator to kiss her, his tongue gently parting her lips as she softly moaned into his mouth. Her hands reached under his jacket, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt as she slowly moved towards his belt. She broke the kiss to look into his eyes, catching a hint of playfulness in his gaze as she did so, before kissing him again, but gently this time, with just the softest brushes of lips as she let her fingers flutter on the bulge over his zipper.
The elevator pinged open, and they reluctantly pulled apart, fingers still entwined. He moved behind her to help take off her blazer, planting a few feathery kisses on the nape of her neck as he pulled the jacket off her back. She spun around and pressed her body against his, grinding her hips against his to feel the evidence of his arousal. He growled as he shrugged off his own jacket, letting it fall to the floor and then wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, allowing his hands to slowly travel down to cup her bottom, pulling her even closer for a passionate kiss. He could feel her fingers adroitly working on his belt buckle, carefully avoiding contact with his raging erection, and she was about to unbutton his slacks when he stopped her and abruptly pulled away.
Aidan smiled devilishly as he beckoned for her to follow him, taking her hand as he did so. He led her into a dark bedroom, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through a large window and shut the door behind them. She stood a few inches away from him, looking up at him expectantly.
"Hi." His voice was deadpan and gravelly.
"Hello there." She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling.
Slowly he dipped his head, pausing to hover millimeters away from hers, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. Her entire body was throbbing, aching to be touched -- she felt like she was on fire. He kissed her again, this time expertly manipulating her tongue with his, and she felt like the world had disappeared and that time had ceased to move. Aidan took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it firmly, as she began to realize that he had unbuttoned her shirt and was pushing it off her shoulders. Gwyneth stood there in her bra, panting, acutely aware of the pulsating ache in her hard nipples. She wanted, more than anything, for him to touch her breasts, for him to kiss them they way he kissed her, but he made no indication of doing so.
Her hands were trembling with excitement as she pulled down his zipper and cupped the bulge in his boxers, making him growl as she tugged his slacks off his hips. She slipped a hand beneath his boxers and closed her hands over his hard member, making him groan through clenched teeth. Soon his hands joined hers and they pushed his underwear off. Lust was boiling inside her, as was frustration -- he had barely done more than kiss her all night, and it was driving her insane. Feeling determined, she stepped back and began to remove her jeans sensually, swaying her hips left and right as she pulled them off her slim legs.
"Very nice," he murmured appreciatively. Encouraged by his reaction, she continued the striptease and extended the same treatment to her briefs. His unwavering gaze made her feel so sexy, and the desire in his eyes fueled hers. This wasn't her first time with a man, and she'd been stark naked enough times to not feel conscious about her nudity. But there was something about being absolutely unclothed in front of a man for the first time that excited her, that exhilarated her and made her feel alive. She let her eyes roam over Aidan's body, admiring how his cheekbones looked so much more pronounced in the moonlight, taking in the sleek musculature of his physique and the faint lines of his six-pack that rippled as he moved. His impressive erection stood stiff and proud, and she couldn't stop flicking her eyes over it, feeling the pangs of desire shoot straight south as she wondered how it would feel like to be fucked by it.
Aidan felt his cock twitch as he saw her standing there with her lips slightly parted in expectant lust and the shaved slit between her legs moist with want. He knew that she must be half crazed with desire, desperate to have her taut nipples kissed and her groin licked -- he could see it in the way she stood, her breasts gently thrust out, her breathing heavy and labored, shoulders rigid with tension. He hid a smile as he relished the thought of teasing her some more, wanting to push her to her limit, but the pleading look in her eyes made him decide against it. Aidan began to kiss a trail down her collarbone, smoothing his palms on the skin on her stomach, slowly moving upwards, deliberately moving at a glacial pace so that he could watch her eyes crash shut as she reflexively arched her back, pushing her breasts forward.
But the time for games was over. Without warning, he cupped her breasts and squeezed them, eliciting a loud cry from her.
"Ooh. Sensitive, are we?" he drawled.
She was barely coherent now. "No...just...I...just..."
"Shhh." He silenced her with his lips, pinching her hard nipples as he did so and she squirmed in response. "Tonight, I'm going to fuck you so, so hard," he whispered. The words served as an aphrodisiac and she could feel the moisture beginning to pool between her legs, the fire within her burring hotter than ever. She wrapped her soft hand around his engorged member and began to stroke it, deviously avoiding the sensitive head that was leaking fluid. Aidan could feel himself beginning to lose control, and so he closed his lips around a nipple, to which she tipped her head back and hissed in pleasure, her fingertips pressed hard onto his scalp at the sensation of his tongue flicking over the tip of her bud. One of his hands was firmly tweaking the rosy peak of the other breast, while the other meandered downwards to slip beneath her folds.
She was so wet, so incredibly aroused that she could feel her own moisture on her thigh. "Please," she whispered, and Aidan dragged a finger through her slick pussy as he gently bit on her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her spine and making her cry out.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his breath warm on her ear.
When she nodded he pushed a finger roughly inside her, making her whimper as she thrust her hips forward, wanting to take more of him inside her. She fought for control as he continued his ministrations -- a deft tongue on her nipple, pumping his finger in and out of her with growing speed as her hand jerked him off with increased vigor, bringing him close to the edge --
He broke off abruptly. "Hold on," he reached for a nearby drawer and pulled out a silver foil packet. She positioned herself on the bed, never taking her eyes off him as he unrolled the condom onto his cock. By the time he was done, she was lying on the bed with her legs spread, a sly smile on her face.
"Fuck," his eyes gleamed with pleasure as his gaze ran over her body appreciatively.
He clambered over her, making her heartbeat race as his body loomed over hers imposingly. She pulled his head down for a deep kiss, smoothing her hands over the muscles of his back. He pulled her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, feeling between her legs with one hand to open her up. Gwyneth gasped when she felt the blunt tip nudge open her pussy, stretching her almost painfully wide as he slowly pushed forward and buried his full length inside her. She groaned, feeling the familiar burn as her walls stretched to accommodate his thick length, instinctively wrapping her legs around him. Never had anyone filled her like this, not any of her previous boyfriends - his thick cock inside her felt impossibly huge.
"Jesus," he breathed, "you're so fucking tight." As he leaned forward to kiss her she felt him shift slightly inside her, triggering a wave of undulating pleasure. They held still in the same position for some time until she was ready, then he began to take long, smooth strokes that were eased by her slick wetness. Her hands gripped his back tighter as began to ride her with increasing urgency. Her hips rose to the metronome rhythm of his thrusts as her moans rose in a syncopated chorus -- she was nearing climax, the familiar tension coiling deep within her like a serpent.
His face was crumpled in concentration, beads of sweat forming on his hairline as his hips ground to the finish. He heard her gasps becoming more frantic and sensing that she was near, he pressed his face to hers, close enough for her to hear him hiss. "Come for me."
And then she erupted.
She came like she'd never come before - it started as an incredible wetness in between her legs, as if she was a pitcher of hot nectar tipping over. Pools of warmth diffused from her core as stars swam through her vision, her back arched and head thrown back into the pillows. All she could do was repeat incoherently that she was wet while he continued pounding into her contracting pussy harder and harder until he, too, found release. The sound of his guttural groan aroused her, sweetening the pleasure infinitely until she slowly floated back to earth, her breathing gradually slowing down.
"Oh my God," she breathed, still euphoric from the orgasm, "that was incredible."
He only smiled as he pulled out of her and peeled off the used condom. "You were incredible, Ms. Kenner," he said sotto voce. She giggled as his kissed her again, luxuriating in the warm afterglow of sex. The orgasm left her limbs felt like jelly in the comfortable bed and she struggled to stay awake, the fingers of sleep creeping into her consciousness. "Get some rest," he brushed her hair off her face and kissed her forehead as her eyes fought to stay open, and the last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of his fingers drawing patterns on the skin of her forearm.
