Aiden and Kim continue, loud enough to hear

Aiden’s fingers threaded into her hair, tightening just enough to make her pause, before he pulled her head back. Her mouth slid off him with a wet pop, breath catching as she looked up.

“Get the rest of your clothes off,” he said, voice low and rough. “I want to see you.”

She smiled, through slick and swollen lips, then backed off the bed in a slow crawl that was meant to tease. Aiden barely registered that she was putting on a show. He was watching her body now, and it took him a moment to recognize that she was performing.

The shirt came off first, cropped and fitted. Then her bra, it unhooked easily and got tossed aside.

Her breasts were small and had a natural curve that fit her petite frame. He took in the subtle lines of her ribs, the taut stretch of skin over her stomach, the way her hipbones jutted out just enough to cast a shadow in the dim light.

She pushed her shorts down next, revealing there was nothing underneath. Aiden’s gaze followed the movement as she stepped out of them, her thighs were slim and toned. She was delicate, almost fragile-looking. Slender hips, a trim waist with small, neat proportions all the way down.

It was nothing like what he’d been seeing lately. Not like the woman in the hallway that one morning, in a robe that didn’t fully cover her. The flash of thighs he couldn’t unsee, that carried a softness that stayed with him even now.

Kim climbed back onto the bed, crawling over him with her chest brushing his as she kissed him again.

“Condom?” she asked, breathless against his jaw.

“Nightstand,” he muttered, hands sliding down her sides, feeling every inch of her small frame he could reach beneath his palms.

She reached for the drawer without breaking the kiss, still grinding against him slowly, her pussy leaving slick trails across his skin.

Even as she tore the wrapper open and rolled it on with practiced hands, part of Aiden’s mind briefly went back to that first night when he had first moved in.

Was she listening to them now? Or was she doing something to drown it out?

The thought bounced around in his head, bringing a heat that was tightening low in his gut just as Kim sank onto him with a sharp gasp. Aiden bit his lip, eyes closing as he grabbed her hips to steady her, to steady himself, and he gave in to the feeling.

Kim rocked her hips slowly at first, easing herself down inch by inch, her breath catching with each movement. Her hands pressed against his chest for balance and dug her nails in just slightly as she adjusted.

“Jesus,” she whispered, voice shaking. “You weren’t kidding.”

Aiden’s eyes stayed on where they were joined, watching the way her body struggled to take him. It was more than just the length, though that was clearly a challenge, but the thickness. Her breath becoming strained every time she sank a little deeper, the stretch obvious in her face, and the trembling of her thighs.

“You okay?” he asked through a clenched jaw, hands gliding over her sides now.

She nodded, parting her lips. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Just—fuck, give me a second.”

Her hips stilled, grinding in small, shallow circles as she tried to adjust. His hands moved to the sides of her waist, easily wrapping his fingers around the narrow span of it. Both of his hands nearly met at the small of her back. She was that compact. That small.

The contrast hit him hard.

She was tiny everywhere, slender hips, delicate ribcage, and her narrow thighs trembled with her effort. As for him, he looked massive in comparison. Watching himself disappear into her felt obscene. Like something he shouldn’t be seeing, shouldn’t be doing, but there was no way he was stopping.

Kim whimpered softly, then exhaled a shaky laugh.

“You’re… fucking thick,” she said, almost accusatory, her voice hoarse with effort. “God.”

Aiden groaned, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her. “Didn’t you say you could handle it?” he muttered, teasing her while straining to keep control. It was a throwback to the teasing brag she’d made hours earlier, when they were still at the bar flirting, and he was just trying to get her home.

“I can,” she muttered, lifting herself up slightly before easing back down again, slower this time, her mouth falling open. “But you might ruin me.”

Her words shot through him like voltage. He sat up partway, mouth catching hers in a hungry kiss, his hands still bracketing her waist, anchoring and guiding her.

“You feel that?” he murmured against her lips.

She moaned, shivering as he drove up into her just enough to make her cry out. Her arms locked around his shoulders now, clinging as she rode him with uneven, **** motions.

Every time she took him deeper, he felt it, the pull of her body, the smallness of her frame struggling to contain him. And he loved all of it. The control, the contrast, the sense that she was fighting to keep up with his size.

And for a few blinding minutes, it was enough to shut everything else out. Even the thought of the woman down the hall. Well, almost.

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