Silvia Day by Pleasures of the Night Page B

and sucked the pulsing head of his dick just barely inside.
    “Start working, then, tough guy,” she challenged, breathless.
    Aidan shuddered violently as her drenched, hungry pussy closed tight as a fist around him. The control he’d felt just a moment ago fled, replaced by unadulterated lust. He gritted his teeth and began to pump his hips slowly, feeling her soft-as-velvet walls struggle to expand and take his cock.
    Her head fell back and she moaned. “Ah god…you feel amazing.”
    He wanted to reply, but couldn’t speak. So many women, so many years…None of them had ever taken him . His duty was to fill in dreams about other men. He was never himself, only a phantasm of someone else. Even when he’dlain with other Guardians, it wasn’t Aidan they wanted, but Captain Cross. The legend, not the man.
    No one knew how he’d come to hate that disconnection, how empty his life seemed to him now, how satisfaction with a job well done eluded him. Because it was never done. It was endless.
    I wanted you when it was dark in here, Lyssa had said.
    He believed her.
    She was the only one who knew him. She was the only lover who wanted him . The woman who used adoring fingertips to stroke his skin, who shifted her hips to make him more comfortable, who whispered her encouragement with no shame or insecurity.
    “Yes…” she breathed. “Give it to me.”
    He swiveled his hips and worked his cock deeper into her, his entire frame tensed against the pleasure that threatened to unman him.
    All the agony of the last two weeks fell away, the hard knots in his shoulders and back loosening from the sensual heat. There was only this moment. The moment when he sank balls-deep into a juicy cunt that belonged to a woman he admired and longed for. A woman who made him smile, and touched him with such reverence.
    Gratitude and affection closed his throat.
    Feeling the shaking of Aidan’s arms, Lyssa stared up into his flushed face and felt tears well. Deep inside her, he pulsed, every beat of his heart echoed in the throbbing of the hard flesh that filled her.
    “I’ve missed you,” she admitted, needing him to know that he was important to her.
    His jaw tightened, and he nodded. She knew he had missed her, too. Not just because he was here again, but because she felt it radiating from him. His need and longing were tangible.
    “Give me the top,” she murmured, gripping his shoulders as he complied.
    For a moment she stared, taking the time to absorb the feel of him beneath her and inside her. It was because of him that she couldn’t move forward with Chad. Chad couldn’t make her feel like this. Chad wasn’t the voice that had found her in the darkness, or the strong arms that held her in sleep, or the quiet strength that made her feel safe. Aidan was her anchor.
    “You were right,” she said softly, lifting onto her knees, her eyelids growing heavy at the feel of his cock caressing her as it withdrew.
    “About what?” His large body shuddered as she lowered again.
    “About making love.” Her hands stroked over the tops of his shoulders.
    “Lyssa…” He laced his fingers with hers, supporting her as she began to ride him with greater urgency. She whimpered in pleasure.
    “That’s it,” he crooned, watching her with intense blue eyes. “Take me any way you want.”
    Sweat beaded on his forehead as she began a steady rhythm of lifting and falling, stroking the thick length of his cock with the adoring clasp of her body. He was too big for her, his hips spreading her thighs wide enough that the lips of her cunt kissed the root of his erection withevery deep lunge. A moan escaped, and then another, as she struggled to rub the spot inside that ached for him.
    “I—I can’t…”
    Knowing what she needed, Aidan took over, releasing her hands to hold her hips as he pumped upward in steady drives. It was perfect, the way he moved, the variations in the depths of his thrusts, the circling of his hips. She could barely