Of Loss and RemembranceChapter 3
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As the car pulled out into the nighttime traffic, Aidan twisted in his seat to face her, his face almost hidden by the dim light. He leaned in close to whisper something and she could smell the faintest trace of an expensive aftershave, the scent shooting thrills of pleasure up her spine as he murmured into her ear. Instinctively she placed her hands innocently on his thighs, her heartbeat racing at the thought of seeing him take them off. Throughout the car ride, he kept the physical contact to a minimum — she wondered if it was all part of a deliberate ploy, or just his methods of remaining discreet — all he did was hold her hand, tracing lazy circles on her skin with his thumb, gazing intently at her the whole time.
They arrived at his place soon enough, and as she stepped out of the car, Gwyneth looked up at the luxurious building and felt the buzz in her head kick up a notch. A gloved doorman pushed open a heavy glass door and Aidan gave him a brief nod as they walked past, striding briskly into the gleaming lobby.
When the elevator doors closed, allowing them some much-deserved privacy, Aidan was set in motion. He pressed her firmly against the walls of the elevator to kiss her, his tongue gently parting her lips as she softly moaned into his mouth. Her hands reached under his jacket, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his shirt as she slowly moved towards his belt. She broke the kiss to look into his eyes, catching a hint of playfulness in his gaze as she did so, before kissing him again, but gently this time, with just the softest brushes of lips as she let her fingers flutter on the bulge over his zipper.
The elevator pinged open, and they reluctantly pulled apart, fingers still entwined. He moved behind her to help take off her blazer, planting a few feathery kisses on the nape of her neck as he pulled the jacket off her back. She spun around and pressed her body against his, grinding her hips against his to feel the evidence of his arousal. He growled as he shrugged off his own jacket, letting it fall to the floor and then wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, allowing his hands to slowly travel down to cup her bottom, pulling her even closer for a passionate kiss. He could feel her fingers adroitly working on his belt buckle, carefully avoiding contact with his raging erection, and she was about to unbutton his slacks when he stopped her and abruptly pulled away.
Aidan smiled devilishly as he beckoned for her to follow him, taking her hand as he did so. He led her into a dark bedroom, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through a large window and shut the door behind them. She stood a few inches away from him, looking up at him expectantly.
‘Hi.’ His voice was deadpan and gravelly.
’Hello there.’ She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling.
Slowly he dipped his head, pausing to hover millimeters away from hers, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. Her entire body was throbbing, aching to be touched — she felt like she was on fire. He kissed her again, this time expertly manipulating her tongue with his, and she felt like the world had disappeared and that time had ceased to move. Aidan took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it firmly, as she began to realize that he had unbuttoned her shirt and was pushing it off her shoulders. Gwyneth stood there in her bra, panting, acutely aware of the pulsating ache in her hard nipples. She wanted, more than anything, for him to touch her breasts, for him to kiss them they way he kissed her, but he made no indication of doing so.
Her hands were trembling with excitement as she pulled down his zipper and cupped the bulge in his boxers, making him growl as she tugged his slacks off his hips. She slipped a hand beneath his boxers and closed her hands over his hard member, making him groan through clenched teeth. Soon his hands joined hers and they pushed his underwear off. Lust was boiling inside her, as was frustration — he had barely done more than kiss her all night, and it was driving her insane. Feeling determined, she stepped back and began to remove her jeans sensually, swaying her hips left and right as she pulled them off her slim legs.
‘Very nice,’ he murmured appreciatively. Encouraged by his reaction, she continued the striptease and extended the same treatment to her briefs. His unwavering gaze made her feel so sexy, and the desire in his eyes fueled hers. This wasn’t her first time with a man, and she’d been stark naked enough times to not feel conscious about her nudity. But there was something about being absolutely unclothed in front of a man for the first time that excited her, that exhilarated her and made her feel alive. She let her eyes roam over Aidan’s body, admiring how his cheekbones looked so much more pronounced in the moonlight, taking in the sleek musculature of his physique and the faint lines of his six-pack that rippled as he moved. His impressive erection stood stiff and proud, and she couldn’t stop flicking her eyes over it, feeling the pangs of desire shoot straight south as she wondered how it would feel like to be fucked by it.
Aidan felt his cock twitch as he saw her standing there with her lips slightly parted in expectant lust and the shaved slit between her legs moist with want. He knew that she must be half crazed with desire, desperate to have her taut nipples kissed and her groin licked — he could see it in the way she stood, her breasts gently thrust out, her breathing heavy and labored, shoulders rigid with tension. He hid a smile as he relished the thought of teasing her some more, wanting to push her to her limit, but the pleading look in her eyes made him decide against it. Aidan began to kiss a trail down her collarbone, smoothing his palms on the skin on her stomach, slowly moving upwards, deliberately moving at a glacial pace so that he could watch her eyes crash shut as she reflexively arched her back, pushing her breasts forward.
But the time for games was over. Without warning, he cupped her breasts and squeezed them, eliciting a loud cry from her.
‘Ooh. Sensitive, are we?’ he drawled.
She was barely coherent now. ‘No…just…I…just…’
‘Shhh.’ He silenced her with his lips, pinching her hard nipples as he did so and she squirmed in response. ‘Tonight, I’m going to fuck you so, so hard,’ he whispered. The words served as an aphrodisiac and she could feel the moisture beginning to pool between her legs, the fire within her burring hotter than ever. She wrapped her soft hand around his engorged member and began to stroke it, deviously avoiding the sensitive head that was leaking fluid. Aidan could feel himself beginning to lose control, and so he closed his lips around a nipple, to which she tipped her head back and hissed in pleasure, her fingertips pressed hard onto his scalp at the sensation of his tongue flicking over the tip of her bud. One of his hands was firmly tweaking the rosy peak of the other breast, while the other meandered downwards to slip beneath her folds.
She was so wet, so incredibly aroused that she could feel her own moisture on her thigh. ‘Please,’ she whispered, and Aidan dragged a finger through her slick pussy as he gently bit on her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her spine and making her cry out.
‘You’re so wet for me,’ he murmured, his breath warm on her ear.
When she nodded he pushed a finger roughly inside her, making her whimper as she thrust her hips forward, wanting to take more of him inside her. She fought for control as he continued his ministrations — a deft tongue on her nipple, pumping his finger in and out of her with growing speed as her hand jerked him off with increased vigor, bringing him close to the edge —
He broke off abruptly. ‘Hold on,’ he reached for a nearby drawer and pulled out a silver foil packet. She positioned herself on the bed, never taking her eyes off him as he unrolled the condom onto his cock. By the
time he was done, she was lying on the bed with her legs spread, a sly smile on her face.
‘Fuck,’ his eyes gleamed with pleasure as his gaze ran over her body appreciatively.
He clambered over her, making her heartbeat race as his body loomed over hers imposingly. She pulled his head down for a deep kiss, smoothing her hands over the muscles of his back. He pulled her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, feeling between her legs with one hand to open her up. Gwyneth gasped when she felt the blunt tip nudge open her pussy, stretching her almost painfully wide as he slowly pushed forward and buried his full length inside her. She groaned, feeling the familiar burn as her walls stretched to accommodate his thick length, instinctively wrapping her legs around him. Never had anyone filled her like this, not any of her previous boyfriends – his thick cock inside her felt impossibly huge.
‘Jesus,’ he breathed, ‘you’re so fucking tight.’ As he leaned forward to kiss her she felt him shift slightly inside her, triggering a wave of undulating pleasure. They held still in the same position for some time until she was ready, then he began to take long, smooth strokes that were eased by her slick wetness. Her hands gripped his back tighter as began to ride her with increasing urgency. Her hips rose to the metronome rhythm of his thrusts as her moans rose in a syncopated chorus — she was nearing climax, the familiar tension coiling deep within her like a serpent.
His face was crumpled in concentration, beads of sweat forming on his hairline as his hips ground to the finish. He heard her gasps becoming more frantic and sensing that she was near, he pressed his face to hers, close enough for her to hear him hiss. ‘Come for me.’
And then she erupted.
She came like she’d never come before – it started as an incredible wetness in between her legs, as if she was a pitcher of hot nectar tipping over. Pools of warmth diffused from her core as stars swam through her vision, her back arched and head thrown back into the pillows. All she could do was repeat incoherently that she was wet while he continued pounding into her contracting pussy harder and harder until he, too, found release. The sound of his guttural groan aroused her, sweetening the pleasure infinitely until she slowly floated back to earth, her breathing gradually slowing down.
‘Oh my God,’ she breathed, still euphoric from the orgasm, ‘that was incredible.’
He only smiled as he pulled out of her and peeled off the used condom. ‘You were incredible, Ms. Kenner,’ he said sotto voce. She giggled as his kissed her again, luxuriating in the warm afterglow of sex. The orgasm left her limbs felt like jelly in the comfortable bed and she struggled to stay awake, the fingers of sleep creeping into her consciousness. ‘Get some rest,’ he brushed her hair off her face and kissed her forehead as her eyes fought to stay open, and the last thing she remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of his fingers drawing patterns on the skin of her forearm.
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Gwyneth woke up in a bundle of white linen, swathed deliciously in warm sheets. She squinted against the morning sun as her mind slowly pulled together memories from the night before, and then she jolted awake. Her heart plummeted when she remembered that she was in bed with Aidan. Reluctantly, she turned around to see if he was still in bed, half wishing he wasn’t there so she could slip out unnoticed and get home as soon as possible —
‘Morning.’ He had a lazy grin on his face, his voice still deliciously sleepy and deep.
‘Morning,’ she eked back, blood pounding in her ears. She was at a loss for words, confused as to the appropriate course of action. What was a woman who’d just woken up in bed with her boss to do? It dawned upon her that this was her first proper fling — she’d never really had a one-night stand before. Sure, she’d dated, but sleeping with men and bailing out in the morning was uncharted territory.
He looked at her startled face, wanting to smile at her nervous fear.
‘You’re looking at me like I’m an axe murderer, which I am most assuredly not.’
‘I’m pretty sure that’s what Patrick Bateman would’ve said,’ she deadpanned.
He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her deeply as his fingers found their way into her hair. Sure, he was a great fuck, Gwyneth thought, but he was a remarkable kisser. The feeling of his lips on hers left little room for worries and she felt her inhibitions melting away as she tasted him on her tongue, losing herself in the pleasure.
‘So you’ve watched American Psycho.’ He murmured playfully. ‘Seems like we’re going to be very good friends, if this is going to work out.’
She felt slightly relieved at the sound of those words, but equally as perplexed. Of course she wanted him, wanted this, wanted to be kissed and fucked as she was last night. In the silence, she quickly weighed her options, analyzing all the possible outcomes of this strange, strange scenario. But when she turned to face him she knew that she was lost. His crystal eyes were crinkled into a small smile as his fingers continued to skim across her skin and the decision was made. Gwyneth propped herself up on one arm and reach out to stroke his firm chest.
‘We’re really doing this, then?’ she said airily. ‘Friends with benefits?’
‘Friends with benefits,’ he echoed, looking pleased.
She smiled happily, satisfied by the agreement of terms. ‘But wait,’ she frowned, ‘what about work?’
‘Work will have to be work,’ his face suddenly turned serious, devoid of any amusement. ‘I’m afraid I won’t be extending this warmth to the office, and though I may seem cold, I think it’s for the better — just to ensure that personal conflicts do not get in the way of business. I hope you agree?’
‘Absolutely,’ she gushed. Gwyneth had worked too hard for too long to risk opportunities over rumors that she was sleeping her way to the top. ‘Well,’ she started, ‘I’m looking forward to working with you, Mr. Scodelario- ‘
‘Aidan,’ he corrected.
‘No, Mr. Scodelario,’ she insisted in mischievous tones, and he let it slide. ‘And I think you’ll soon find that I can, and will, be an invaluable asset to Lynch, Scodelario and Ackham.’ She announced in feigned authority. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go get cleaned up…’
‘Bathroom’s over there, and I’ll bring you your clothes in a while,’ he threw off the duvet and pulled on his boxers. After he closed the door behind him, she quickly leapt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. It was huge, especially compared to the one she had at home — a wide expanse of white granite, glass and chrome. She figured out the shower quickly enough and was busy washing up when he knocked on the door.
‘Gwyneth?’ he called out.
She turned off the tap to hear him better. ‘Yeah?’
‘I left your clothes on the bed, if that’s alright.’
‘Thanks!’ she yelled back.
‘Hey, Gwyneth?’
‘Yeah?’
‘D’you suppose there’s room in there for one more?’
She opened the bathroom door without a towel, covered only by sparse patches of foam, her eyes gleaming with pleasure.
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‘Do stay for breakfast,’ he cajoled in inviting tones. Her resolve weakened momentarily, but she pulled on her freshly laundered jacket, reminding herself that this arrangement was a delicate one. Sex was on the agenda, but Saturday breakfasts? Not so. Gwyneth couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, feeling the heat creep into her face at the sight of him leaning against the doorway in a simple t-shirt and boxers, his muscles faintly visible through the bare clothing. ‘Not today, I’m sorry,’ she demurred. ‘Maybe some other time?’
Aidan came close and his warm hand closed over hers, his skin pleasantly dry and smooth. ‘Promise?’
‘Promise,’ she smiled and he hugged her tight.
‘Aidan?’
‘Hmm?’
‘How will w
e be doing this?’ she asked, her head tilted quizzically to one side. ‘Strictly weekends only?’
He mulled it over briefly. ‘Weekends, definitely…’ to which she pouted in jest.
‘Really? Only weekends?’
He shrugged. ‘We could squeeze things here and there, no question…’
‘Wednesdays,’ she asserted.
‘Wednesdays?’
‘Yeah,’ she answered in hearty tones. ‘They’re usually the worst day of the week, and I could use the company…’ her eyes glinted with mischief and he chuckled deeply, slightly aroused by her suggestion.
‘So it’s Wednesdays and weekends, then?’ he affirmed, leaning forward so that his face was level with hers, so close that she could see the streaks of dark blue in his irises —
‘Wednesdays and weekends it is,’ she agreed in a whisper and his mouth closed over hers, capturing her in a haze of bliss and desire, as her heart throbbed softly in her chest.
———–
Aidan was reading the day’s Wall Street Journal – or at least, he was trying to – but his thoughts were constantly pulled to Gwyneth. He lowered the pages of the paper to survey his surroundings. His place was painfully minimalistic, almost surgical, done in the monochrome of black and white. For some reason, the women he usually brought home felt that the place lacked warmth and needed some redecorating. The spacious penthouse was a wide expanse of bare surfaces with no photos on the walls, no flowers in vases or knick-knacks from travels. Even his books were filed away alphabetically in huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. He remembered how she walked around the living room slowly, taking in the plush slate gray sofa, the black coffee table and the white alpaca rug. When she saw the Al Held piece hanging near the dining area her interest was apparent, but otherwise her expression was difficult to read and he couldn’t surmise if she, too, felt that the place was too spartan. However, she’d hopped out of his place quickly enough under the pretense of running errands – and with a chaste kiss on the lips, she was gone.
Aidan shook his head when he realized that his mind was drifting. Why should he care what she thought about the place? Granted, she intrigued him deeply. The sex had been amazing, no doubt. But there was something else. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something about Gwyneth Kenner had him hooked – was it the fact that she loved all the bands he did, or her remarkable ability to laugh at all the little things he usually overlooked? It doesn’t matter, he told himself as he turned his attention back to an article about burgeoning markets in bioengineering.
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‘Coming!’ Gwyneth called out as she jogged towards the door, putting on her earrings as she did so. She opened the door to see Dylan waiting outside, dressed in a green shirt and dark jeans.
‘You ready?’ he raised his eyebrows.
‘One minute…’ she scrabbled for her clutch and hastily dumped some loose cash into it. ‘…and I’m good. Let’s go!’ her voice was cheerful.
They were meeting up with the usual gang like they did every Saturday night. As Dylan clicked the doors of his car open, he asked – ‘Where exactly is your car again?’
‘Decided to let my mom have it,’ Gwyneth answered as she pulled the seatbelt across her chest, ‘she needs it a lot more than I do, what with my brothers and all. Besides, the subway’s fine – and I have you.’ She shot him a cheeky grin.
He eyed her warily. ‘You’re very chirpy today. What’s up with you?’
‘Nothing,’ she said, feigning innocence. Dylan didn’t budge an inch and continued to frown at her suspiciously.
She stared back at him with wide eyes.
‘What?’ her voice was indignant.
Without flinching, he continued to survey her with an accusing glare. Gwyneth could practically see the cogs in his brain working furiously, like he always did when he went into Lawyer Mode – and with a click, his face relaxed in triumph. A slow smile spread across his face.
‘You shagged someone,’ he declared confidently, ‘you were on a date last night, weren’t you? Rhetorical question – of course you were -‘
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