"Aiden, what are you doing?" I ask, wiggling the leather around my ankles.
Up and down, Aiden stares at every inch of my body like a delicate treat. Tiny golden sparks flicker within the center of his eyes. I watch him slide back from the bed one knee at a time. Aiden stands between me and holds the arch of each of my feet, taking turns leaving kisses right next to the edge of the leather straps.
Using the warmth from the pads of his fingers, he slides each hand down my thighs and meets in the middle where I am already very, very moist.
"Mmm," he moans and rubs my the c**t up and down. "Is all this for me?"
"Loosen the leather, Aiden," I promise, "and I will show you."
"Oh, will you now?" he challenges and enters inside my hole.
Hooking his finger just so, Aiden slides his long m
