Sophia could only hope that by sneaking into Aiden's room and finally reciprocating the love that he felt for her, he would feel a bit more reassured and less insecure about himself. She had known him for so long now, and even before they had officially begun dating, she had been aware of how low his self-esteem was--something she tried to help with as much as she could. But to Sophia, it didn't matter that he stuttered or fumbled over his words more often than not, or that he wasn't the most confident or stereotypically "masculine" type of man. Because to her, he was perfect--he had a heart in gold, and he somehow managed to find the shred of decency inside of her and bring it out; that was something she would never stop being grateful for. Just by being who he was, he made her a better person, and...well, it wasn't something she was ready to admit (confessing her love had been more than enough for one night, thanks!), but she could easily imagine herself spending the rest of her life with him--and God, that was a terrifying realization for her to come to.
When Aiden lifted his head off of the pillow beneath him to seek her lips for a kiss, she met him halfway, mewling softly as their lips brushed together tenderly. Before Aiden, she had never been kissed like this--gently, lovingly, without the intent to bruise. It was so strange to think about that he often thought that she was the one introducing him to new things, when in reality, he had opened her eyes to so much that she would have been ignorant to if she hadn't met him. She trailed a heated line of kisses from the corner of his mouth to the angular and defined jawline before she sat up so that she was straddling his hips once more, reaching behind her and skillfully undoing the clasp of her bra. The offending garment immediately slid off of her form, revealing the supple and soft swells of her breasts. She preferred to sleep in the nude, truth be told (or in nothing more than one of Aiden's old t-shirts), but for tonight, just her knickers would do. Rather than reply to Aiden's heartfelt words right away, she moved to lay beside him on the bed, angling her body towards his and drawing the covers up and over their tired bones.
She hadn't missed the way Aiden's voice had shook when he had admitted to her that she was the only one he had ever loved, and while his words had warmed her heart (and filled her with a sort of primal satisfaction; she liked being his one and only), she didn't want him to to feel at all self-conscious about what he had just confessed. Not with her. "Mmm, baby, I'm glad," she murmured, curling up to him on her side and hooking one of her shapely legs around his waist to tug him flush against her. "Because I can't imagine being with anyone aside from you. Especially not in an intimate sense. Speaking of..." She raised her head to press her lips against his ear, her breath hot and her tone sultry. She trailed one of her hands down to his navel, lightly dragging her nails down the barely-there trail of golden hair that led to the prominent bulge between his thighs—he wasn’t hard, but Aiden was still gifted enough (whether or not he would admit it) that the outline of his length was easily visible through the thin cotton of his pajama trousers. She nipped gently at his earlobe, her fingers still tracing teasing patterns directly above the region between his thighs. "How would you feel if I woke you up in the morning by taking your cock in my mouth and sucking you off rough and fast until you come? Hmm, Aiden?"
