Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 231

Aria's POV

We finally left the restaurant, heading back to the hotel. The food had been amazing, but I was feeling that familiar drowsiness that comes after a satisfying meal.

"I think I need a nap," I said, glancing at Aiden as we entered our suite. "Care to join me?"

"Give me a few minutes. I need to make some work calls first," he replied, already pulling out his phone.

I nodded and made my way to the king-sized bed, sinking into the plush mattress. Though exhaustion weighed on my limbs, sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, images of Aiden flooded my mind—his intense gaze, his strong hands, the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt. I'd been so busy preparing for the competition this past week, leaving home early and returning late, completely drained of energy. We barely had time to talk, let alone anything else.

The mattress suddenly dipped behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I tensed momentarily before feeling Aiden's arms wrap around me, blanket and all, pulling me against his chest. His cologne—woody and masculine—enveloped me completely. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent, and pressed myself closer to him.

"Can't sleep?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

"Mmm, not really." I turned to face him, my arms instinctively winding around his neck. Those deep blue eyes studied me intently, making my pulse quicken. "The competition's finally over. I've missed you."

Our faces were inches apart. Through his thin shirt, I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My fingers traced small circles at the nape of his neck.

"I missed you too," he said, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made heat pool in my belly. "More than you know."

I pressed my lips to his, softly at first, then with growing hunger. His hands slid under my shirt, warm against my bare skin, and I gasped into his mouth.

"I thought you were tired," he teased, nipping gently at my bottom lip.

"I am," I whispered, "but I want you more."

Aiden's eyes darkened. "Then let me help you relax," he said, his fingers trailing down my stomach. "But I want to try something different tonight."

"Different how?" I asked, already feeling my body responding to his touch.

His lips brushed against my ear. "I want to watch you touch yourself first."

My breath caught. "You want me to..."

"Show me what you like," he continued, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how you pleasure yourself when I'm not around."

The request sent a thrill through me. We'd done a lot together, but this felt more intimate somehow, more vulnerable.

"I don't usually..." I started, but the hungry look in his eyes made the words die in my throat.

"Lie back," he instructed, helping me position myself against the pillows. "Get comfortable."

I settled back, heart hammering against my ribs as Aiden slowly unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my black lace bra underneath. His fingers skimmed over the fabric, teasing my nipples into hard peaks.

"These too," he said, tugging at my pants until I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them off along with my underwear.

The cool air kissed my exposed skin, making me shiver. Aiden's gaze traveled over my body appreciatively. He moved to sit beside me, close enough to touch but deliberately keeping his hands to himself.

"Now show me," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Tentatively, I let my hand drift down my body, feeling strangely self-conscious despite our history together. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than his intense stare.

His mouth found my breast, teeth grazing my nipple through the lace of my bra before he pushed the fabric aside to taste me properly. The dual sensation of his fingers inside me and his mouth on my breast had me climbing quickly toward release.

"Aiden," I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets. "I'm close."

"Not yet," he commanded, slowing his movements. "I want this to last."

He withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and desperate. Before I could protest, he was moving down my body, positioning himself between my legs. His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he placed open-mouthed kisses along sensitive skin.

"Please," I begged, not caring how needy I sounded.

Aiden looked up at me, his eyes filled with wicked promise. "Since you asked so nicely..."

The first stroke of his tongue against me had me crying out, my back arching off the bed. He held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as he explored me with deliberate, maddening precision—licking, sucking, occasionally grazing with his teeth in a way that sent electric shocks of pleasure racing through my body.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against me, the vibration of his words adding to the sensation.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him against me as the pressure built once more. This time when I approached the edge, he didn't slow down but increased his efforts, sliding his fingers back inside me and curling them to hit exactly the right spot.

"Oh god, Aiden, I'm coming," I cried out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath.

He gentled his touch but didn't stop completely, drawing out my orgasm until I was oversensitive and shaking. Only then did he move back up my body, his lips capturing mine in a deep kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue.

"That was just the beginning," he promised, his voice rough with need as he quickly shed his own clothes. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."