He approaches the edge of the bed again, and wraps his hand around my ankle, lifting my leg. “Holds your legs up,” he instructs, lust coating his voice. I do as he says, lifting my legs and holding them up in the air. I should feel so embarrassed being spread open like this, but the way Aiden’s eyes darken, burning as he stares at all of me has me dissipating that embarrassment. “Fuck,” he groans, fisting his cock again. “Hold it right there and let me get to work.”
