Hey guys, sorry for the long delay, life and all that. Don't know when the next bit will be writing itself...but hopefully soon. Thanks for all the comments for the last chapter and for all the people who favorited the story. Hopefully you guys don't kill me...Thanks and enjoy.
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(Meredith)
There was no possible way she could resist Aiden, everything about him drew her to him. The way he tasted, the way he smelled, and the absolutely sinful way he looked at her. His mouth tasted like the pastries he had eaten. The enormous amount of food could have fed her for nearly two days, but it had disappeared quicker than what seemed possible. There was a lingering, sticky sweetness at the corner of his mouth.
She licked at it before sliding her tongue along Aiden's so he could taste as well. He began to thrum deep in his chest as he pulled her close against him. She could hardly believe the hunger that was clawing at her lower belly.
He seemed equally as hungry, his mouth pulled at hers, drawing her deeper and deeper into sensual oblivion. For a brief moment, Meredith wondered if this was what her mother had given up her life of privilege for. This consuming, insatiable desire to possess all of one person. If so, Meredith was quite sure she would have gladly done the same, even if Aiden had been nothing but a simple, human sailor. She almost giggled at the thought of what Jaine would have done to her had she ran off with a human.
Feeling quite bold after last night, Meredith ran her hand over the hardness at the front of Aiden's pants. He groaned into her mouth and nipped at her bottom lip in retaliation. She smiled, and began to loosen his pants. He wasn't wearing any undergarments, which she was swiftly finding a new appreciate for.
His erection sprung free, already hard and pulsing against her hand. Meredith bit Aiden's neck lightly, letting his resilient skin slide between her teeth. He kicked away his pants while she tugged his shirt off him. The feral glint in his eyes stoked the fire scorching through her veins. She pushed against him so that he fell to the sofa, not that he would have fallen if he hadn't wanted too. She straddled his thighs, reveling how hard the muscles were and how far her legs had to stretch to span the width of them.
Meredith kissed her way down his big, muscled body. She savored the way his muscles tensed and flexed beneath her touch. She used the tip of her fingers to brush lightly along his ribs, smiling as he squirmed. Mischievously, Meredith slid down his body to trace her tongue over his sensitive ribs and the ridges on his stomach, his twitching shaft burning against her breasts. She watched as Aiden tried to remain still, but he seemed be trembling with the effort, his fists balled up at his sides.
Moving her body lower, she was suddenly facing his engorged manhood. Its bulbous head was a dark shade of red with a clear bead of liquid emerging from the tiny slit. Thick veins ran along the thick shaft. Meredith brought her hand to circle him, her fingers not quite meeting. Unsure how to proceed, she lifted her eyes to Aiden's.
"I'm afraid I may need a few instructions," she admitted quietly.
The corner of his lips curled up, but his eyes softened and it nearly made her heart melt in her chest.
"Taste me. Take me into your mouth. Do nothing but stroke me and I'll enjoy it," he whispered, his voice rough and husky.
More liquid seeped from the slit of his penis. Meredith swiped her tongue to collect it, surprised by its subtle salty sweetness. Then she placed her lips to the tip of his shaft. She both saw and felt his entire body tense, the muscles in his abdomen coming into harsh relief. His eyes watched her, bright and golden.
Meredith brought her other hand around his girth and slid her mouth over him, her lips stretching uncomfortably wide. He was so hot in her mouth. She could feel the throb and pulse of his blood against her tongue. Aiden groaned and she watched in amazement as his eyes rolled back into his head. If her mouth wasn't full she would have laughed, but all she could manage was a quiet chuckle at the back of her throat. He groaned again louder.
She pushed him a bit deeper until he filled her mouth completely, touching the back of her throat and bringing involuntary tears to her eyes. Then she drew back, keeping only the tip of him in her mouth so she could breathe. She moved her tongue over the slit on the head of his shaft again, tasting more of the sweetness from his body. He shuddered and his body bowed forward a little. He ran his hand through her hair and she realized that he was pushing it back away from her face so he could watch her.
Their eyes met once more. The blatant hunger there made an embarrassing amount of liquid collect between her legs as she ached for him to fill her again. Slid her mouth back down on him, not quite as deep this time and enjoyed the way he pulsed against her tongue. Gently, he showed her how he wanted her to move with only the slightest pressure on her head.
She quickly realized what rhythm he liked and used her hands to stroke what her mouth could not reach. His big body shook beneath her as she brought him closer to his release. He was still struggling to keep still and Meredith felt a wave of sensual power as she saw Aiden's expression.
When her jaw tired, Meredith released him from her mouth to run her tongue along the veins beneath his stretched skin and over the head of his shaft. Aiden was muttering strange snarling curses each time she swirled her tongue over the tip of him. It excited her, this barely leashed Aiden. His hands gripped the sofa's wooden frame and she wondered if it would crack beneath his fingers.
Daringly, she touched the heavy sack below his straining flesh. He jerked, but other wise held still. Carefully, she used her fingertips to explore. She could feel two distinct spheres within. Meredith squeezed lightly and was rewarded with Aiden's low moan as his jaw clenched. Returning her mouth to slide over him, she kept one hand on his shaft while her other played lightly with the sack beneath.
"Meredith," he ground out. "Move your mouth or I'll cum in it."
She kept her mouth on him and sunk him as deep as she could. Aiden caught his bottom lip between his teeth before he shivered and a gush of liquid filled her mouth. His hips strained upward, rocking into her mouth as he growled and more liquid spurted forth. There was so much of it that it dribbled out of her mouth as he continued to thrust in restrained jerks.
The taste of him held a bitter note, but she swallowed and the more she swallowed, the more addicting the flavor became. It felt strangely satisfying as well and when he stilled beneath her, she removed her mouth and lapped up the remaining fluid where it had dripped on to his thighs. He watched her, his eyes, still burning, but now feverishly bright.
Abruptly, he reversed their positions, crushing his mouth to hers. It seemed all of his pent up movements were unleashed upon her. His hand were roughly kneading her breasts through her dress. He let out a frustrated growl before simply ripping the dress from her. She gasped at the rough tug of fabric before it gave with a harsh tearing sound. Aiden flung the ruined cloth away. Then he was spreading her wet folds, stroking his fingers over her briefly before he thrust inside of her in one swift move, not having softened after his release.
Meredith cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure, but the pain was fleeting. His hardness stretching her aching flesh. Then he was rocking his hips against hers, burying himself deep within her in a punishing, animalistic rhythm.
His teeth nipped at her throat, her shoulder, the lobe of her ear. He used one of his hands to swirl against her sensitive nub and she broke beneath his onslaught. Meredith cried his name, her voice shattering to sobs as he continued to thrust into her. He drank in her cries, his lips fierce and demanding. Then she was cresting again, barely any time between the peaks.
Aiden growled in her ear. Sharp teeth clamped onto the meat of her shoulder as he came within her. He rocked against her, violent jerks of his hips that pushed her over once more. Meredith cried out in pain and pleasure, not sure which was greater, drowning in sensation.
When she came back to herself, Aiden was stroking his hand over her hair. His eyes were full of concern, but his face was relaxed, almost peaceful.
"Have I hurt you?" he asked quietly.
Meredith buried her nose against his chest. There was an ache between her legs, but it was nearly completely eclipsed by the intense satisfaction still tingling through her. Then she felt the throbbing on her shoulder where he had bit her. She felt him run a finger over the tender skin.
"I liked it," she admitted.
He growled possessively before he was kissing her again, but he was gentle, almost apologetic. She wouldn't allow him to feel regret, not when she had enjoyed every moment of their coupling. Meredith bit hard into his bottom lip. He pulled away, brow raised, but she could see the doubt in his face slowly being replaced by mischief. He stared at her as if she were an oddity he couldn't quite understand.
Taking advantage of his stillness, Meredith placed a quick kiss to his lips before climbing off of him. She looked regretfully at her dress or what remained of it. At the rate Aiden was tearing through her clothes, she would have to go shopping again, which she really had no time for. Meredith gathered his clothes and the ripped scraps of her dress.
