The heavy thud of the front door closing behind them was only the beginning. Neither of them wanted to stop, but the narrow hallway felt too restrictive for the sheer volume of the hunger overtaking them. Still locked together, Aiden guided her blindly down the familiar corridor, his lips never leaving hers as they stumbled into the quiet sanctuary of Nia's bedroom.
The door to her room clicked shut behind them, and the sudden shift to the soft, expansive space of her bed broke whatever small thread of restraint they had left.
They tumbled onto the mattress together, a tangle of limbs and desperate, gasping breaths. The sheets shifted beneath them as Aiden immediately crowded over her, his heavy frame pinning her into the soft mattress. This kiss was deep, unyielding, and driven by an aching weight that had been building over years of forced distance.
Their bodies crashed together like an inevitability, Nia's head sinking into the pillows as Aiden's hands found her waist, pulling her flush against his hips. It had been so long since Nia had felt a weight like this, a presence that completely consumed her senses, and a soft, desperate whimper escaped her lips into his mouth.
Aiden groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as his hands slid down to her hips, pressing her lower body down so she could feel the hard, rigid length of his arousal through his trousers, hot and demanding against her center. The friction through their clothes was excruciatingly good. He tore his mouth from hers, breathing heavily as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His lips were hot and wet, biting gently at the sensitive skin near her collarbone before sucking it into a dark bruise, making her arch her back off the mattress and grip his shoulders for anchor.
"Nia," he rasped against her skin, his hands already working at the hem of her top. "I've thought about this every single day."
He peeled the shirt up and over her head, dropping it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. Nia's hands were just as restless, tugging at his jacket, needing the barriers gone. Aiden reached beneath her back, his large fingers adept and steady despite the tension in his frame, finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it with a practiced flick. The moment the lace fell away, his gaze dropped to her bare chest, his eyes darkening to a near-black in the dim light of the bedroom.
He didn't wait. He leaned down, his mouth wrapping around one taut nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking rhythmically while his thumb rolled the other. Nia gasped loudly, her fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer as a sharp, electric heat shot straight down between her thighs. Her hips hitched instinctively against the mattress, entirely at his mercy.
He worked his way down her body, his mouth tracing a path over her ribs down to the button of her jeans. In moments, the denim was undone, unzipped, and pushed down her legs, leaving her lying before him in nothing but her panties. Aiden shifted, kneeling between her parted knees on the edge of the mattress. His hands clamped onto her thighs, spreading them wide, and he rested his forehead against the center of her for a brief second, just breathing her in.
Slowly, his large hands slid up to the silk fabric of her panties. He didn't pull them down yet. Instead, he pressed his flat palm directly against her groin, cupping her against the mattress. The fabric was already soaked through, heavily damp and clinging to her skin from the sheer intensity of her arousal. He rubbed his palm in a slow, heavy circle, flattening her swollen clitoris under the wet silk.
Nia let out a high, fractured moan, her hands clamping onto the bedsheets on either side of her head. "Aiden... please."
"You're so wet for me, Nia," he whispered, his voice rough, thick with pride and desire. He slipped a finger under the damp edge of the waistband, tracing the crease of her thigh. "Look at how much you want this. Look at what you do to me."
He hooked his fingers into the side of the lace, pulling the fabric taut and sliding it completely to the side, exposing her slick, swollen folds to the air. Before she could catch her breath, Aiden leaned in and gave her a long, deep lick from the bottom of her cleft all the way up to her clitoris.
Nia's hips jerked convulsively against the mattress. The sensation of his hot, rough tongue parting her sensitive skin and drinking her in was overwhelming. He didn't stop, burying his face between her thighs, lapping at her wetness with a heavy, deliberate stroke, using his lips to suction her clitoris until she was shaking, crying out his name into the quiet room.
While his mouth kept her pinned to the edge of delirium, Aiden slid one long finger inside her tight, burning passage. She was so wet that he slid in effortlessly, the tight walls of her body immediately clamping around him in a desperate, pulsing recognition. He added a second finger, stretching her open, and began to slide them in and out in a slow, agonizingly rhythmic pace.
"Look at me," he commanded softly, withdrawing his mouth from her skin but keeping his fingers moving inside her.
She forced her heavy eyelids open, her vision blurred with tears of pleasure against the pillow. Aiden was looking up at her from between her legs, his expression intensely feral, his jaw clenched as he watched the effect he had on her. He increased the pace of his fingers, pushing deeper, hooking them upward to rub against the ribbed ceiling of her vagina. The eye contact was unyielding; he watched every twitch of her lips, every flicker of her pupils as she rode the rhythm of his hand, her body completely unravelling on the bed under his gaze.
He pulled his hand out with a wet, heavy slide, leaving her dripping and aching for more. He stood up at the side of the bed quickly, his focus never leaving her face. Nia, dizzy and breathless against the sheets, looked down as Aiden stripped out of his own clothes with efficient, impatient movements. When the last of his clothes hit the floor, she couldn't help but stare. He was thick, fully erect, and veiny, glistening slightly in the shadows, so perfectly built and completely ready for her. The sheer size of him made her core throb with a desperate need to be filled.
Aiden stepped back onto the mattress, crawling over her and lifting her legs, hooking them securely over his broad shoulders. Nia opened herself completely to him, her arms reaching up to wrap tightly around his neck as he hovered over her. He guided his thick head to her soaking entrance, rubbing it against her wetness once, twice, testing her readiness against the sheets.
"Nia," he growled, his lips brushing hers.
"Now, Aiden. Please, right now."
He plunged inside her in one deep, unhurried stroke, burying his entire length into her tight, wet heat and pinning her into the mattress.
Nia let out a loud, breathless scream against his mouth as he caught her lips in a bruising, possessive kiss. The sensation of him filling her completely on her own bed after so many years was a shock to her system; her internal muscles clamped around him in an iron grip, pulsing violently. Aiden froze, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as he held himself deep inside her, staying still for a few agonizing seconds just to let her body accommodate the thick, heavy intrusion.
When he finally began to move, it was dirty and relentless. He pulled back until he was almost entirely out, then drove back in hard, the bed creaking softly beneath them as the sound of their wet skin slapping together echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom. Nia lost all sense of time and space, completely consumed by the raw, heavy rhythm of his hips against hers, her body fully remembering the exact depth and angle that drove her over the edge.