Sydney

I leant up close and kissed him on the lips. I waited for him to grab my mouth with his, but he stayed absolutely motionless. I gently put my tongue into his mouth till I felt it twist against his. I experimented with kissing him in numerous ways and playing with his tongue. Aiden's erection began to press on me, but he remained still. I shifted on his lap, rubbing against his abrasiveness. In his throat, he let out a deep growl. I kept kissing him and rubbing my hands across his bulge. I grabbed his jacket and yanked it off him. My fingers grabbed for his shirt buttons. I messed around with them till his chest was exposed. I broke the kiss and looked over my work. As I examined his exposed upper torso, I felt his eyes on me. But that didn't stop me from staring at him. I'd never really paid attention to him before. The hardness of his enormous, powerful arms, the muscled columns of his stomach, and the sprinkling of hair on his chest drew my attention. With my fingertips, I traced the lines of his abdominal muscles, visually and tangibly investigating the body that had left its imprint on me.

"You appear to be turned on, Sydney," I looked up at him, his expression was playful. A smirk on his lips.

I murmured huskily, "I want you to kiss me."

He slowly adjusted our bodies until I was seated on the chaise and he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, placing his hands on my waist without hesitation. He unfastened the buttons on my dress, shrugged it off, and kissed my breast as I grasped the back of his head and held him to my chest. He plays with the delicate tip of his tongue provocatively, taking a nipple into his warm mouth. I grabbed his hand in mine and placed it on the other breast that had gone unnoticed. Until I started moaning, he gave them his undivided attention.

"Lower," I exclaimed quickly.

My ribs and nails were kissed as his tongue moved down my torso. As his hands stretched apart my thighs, wrapping them around his shoulders, my toes clenched in anticipation. My back arched as I felt his breath on my sensitive, damp skin. I groaned in delight as he softly licked my centre. With the tip of his hard tongue, he kissed his way around my core and began circling it deliberately. I attempted to unwind and enjoy the pleasure of the deed, but my urge grew greater and more intolerable. He began licking more quickly. I fought back, refusing to be enthralled by the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on my most personal body area.

"Oh gosh," I exclaimed, panting. The orgasm was out of this world. As the ecstasy washed over me, I gasped and thrashed.
He raised his head, a slightly arrogant expression on his face. As he stared at me, he licked his lips slowly, igniting a strange part of my yearning.

"I want you to strip down," I whispered shakily. He stood up without saying anything when I asked him to.
I struggled with his trousers' buttons but eventually managed to open them and slide them down.I grabbed his member with trepidation, examining the smooth skin. He had a somewhat glazed expression in his eyes when I squeezed him and gazed up at him. I slid forwards, pressed my lips against it, and kissed it. Aiden let out a growling moan. Encouraged by his reaction, I began moving my mouth over him with gusto, sucking him till my cheeks stung. I listened as his breathing grew choppy and uncontrollable as he slightly arched his hips to meet my mouth. I took a moment to examine his tense, passionately aroused expression. He was at my mercy. I couldn't believe it.

"Does that make you feel good?" I inquired. His breathing was laboured as he nodded swiftly.

He said, "Yes, that feels damn wonderful."

I crawled up to his lap and climbed on top of him.

I said, "Don't move."

"I'll do my best," he said, his voice strained.

I cautiously lowered myself upon him when I felt ready. My body greeted him as he entered.
I began to gently sway his hips, keeping him as deep inside as possible, by placing my arms on his shoulders for balance. I experimented with other actions, such as overt thrusts, circular grinding, and even no motion at all.

Closing my eyes, I repeated those steady, circular movements as I felt myself physically and psychologically rise higher and higher. I was in command of both my and his bodies. In my conditions, of course.
As I began to feel that familiar throb deep in my belly, I flung my head back in joy. I was now prepared for the climax.

I heard him growl, "Damm! Syd." I looked down at him. His body was rigid, his hands balled, and I realised he was using all of his effort to keep himself in check. It was fantastic to see him stiff and strained.

I gazed at him briefly before slipping over the edge as the tight coil within me began to snap. As my muscles continuously clenched around him, I let out a long, high-pitched scream, and I was overcome with orgasmic pleasure. As he achieved his release, his arms quickly wrapped my body, accompanied by a low, loud yell. I threw my arms around him and accepted his pleasure as he burst inside. For what seemed like an eternity, I leant my head against his shoulder while my body shuddered.

"Thank you, Aiden," I said quietly as I let out a long, heavy breath.

Aiden's reaction piqued my interest, so I raised my eyes and stared at him. He was wearing the oddest expression on his face. His lips were decorated with a slight smile. His eyes were a little watery, as if he was sobbing!

"Are you okay?" I inquired.

Aiden didn't stir or talk right away, and I wondered whether I'd made a mistake.

"Aiden?" I inquired once more.

I was strangely pulled by the vulnerable expression on his face as he blinked slowly. I reached out to touch his cheek, but he abruptly jerked away from me.

"What's the matter?" I inquired.

I winced as I felt his spent organ slip out. He swiftly withdrew me. Aiden stood up, quickly putting up his pants and re-buttoning his shirt, and I slid back onto the chaise.

"Did I make a mistake?" I inquired. His former friendly demeanour had been replaced by something distant and chilly as he gazed over at me.

"Are you finished?" Aiden inquired coldly. His stern tone caught me off guard.

"You could have just said no if you weren't interested," I finally remarked, my voice tinged with rage.

Aiden simply muttered, "It won't happen again," and walked out of the study.

For a few moments, I sat shocked on the chaise, my ears ringing from the loud hammering of the slammed doors. I felt hurt and embarrassed. He had been perfectly fine earlier, just when I thought that I had seen another side of him, a part of him that I could tolerate, even like. I was proven wrong.
There was no part of Aiden that I could ever like. I started buttoning up my dress. There was nothing likeable or good in him. He was obstinate, arrogant and despicable.