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Aurelius sucked in a breath as he moved his hand lower, his finger grazing my clit. I cried out in surprise, then let out a low groan of delight as he slid two fingers into me. I was so wet for him, so needy for him. I stroked him faster, moaning when he rubbed my G-spot. My hips jerked as I continued to try moving in time with his hand. My brain short-circuited, and all I could think about was the electric pulse that grew stronger with each movement of his fingers. Pleasure crested, ready to smash me apart and leave me in a million pieces of satisfied ecstasy. The tension straining within my body made me cry out.
I stroked his cock feverishly, wishing I could take him in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck my mouth so bad that the thought alone was nearly enough to send me over the edge, but right as I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out me.
I whimpered at the loss. “I was so close, baby. I was about to come.”
“I know. But I’m not done playing with you yet. This”—he rubbed his fingers across the wet outer lips of my pussy, making me squirm—“is mine, and I’m going to make you feel good, but I’m going to draw this out. I want this to last.” He leaned down and kissed both my nipples, one after the other, before brushing his lips over mine. “I love you, Elle, and I’m going to show you exactly how much.”
He slid his fingers into me again and traced my lips with the index finger of his other hand. My lips parted, and I sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue along it.
Aurelius brought me to the brink of orgasm only to pull away again. Over and over, he took me right to the edge, but he never let me fall.
I clutched at the sheets as I thrust my hips up to meet Aurelius’s fingers.
“I need to come,” I moaned as he swirled his index finger around my clit. “Please.” I clawed at his arms, almost mad with arousal. “Make me come.”
Aurelius slid two fingers into me again, drawing a whimper of agonized delight from me. He put his mouth so close to my ear that his lips brushed my skin.
“When I finally let you come,” he whispered, “that’ll only be the beginning.”
He circled my clit with his thumb with an aching slowness. My back arched, breath heaving, until they were fully inside me. I arched my back as he worked my body like I was an instrument,and he was a master musician. Every touch, every stroke, made me shiver in pleasure.
“Fuck me. Please. I need you inside me. God, I want your cock.”
“I’m going to make love to you like never before.” He kissed me on the cheek, then lowered his head to my nipple. “I’m going to take you. Are you ready?”
“Please,” I gasped, grinding on his hand. “Please, Aurelius.”
He fucked me hard with his fingers, swirling his thumb with the exact right amount of pressure and speed—he did everything he could to drive me mad. Dear lord, he was fucking good at this.
Pressure built within me, almost overwhelming in its power. A balloon of ecstasy swelling up inside me, lifting me high. My breathing came in short, almost panicked, gasps.
“Come for me, baby,” Aurelius commanded. “Come like a good girl.”
“Oh.” I sucked in a breath. “Oh, God!”
A powerful, almost agonizing orgasm exploded through me. For a few seconds, I thought I’d died and actually gone to heaven. I couldn’t speak. My jaw dropped open, and I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Finally, the full body orgasm faded, but rather than being satisfied, my hunger had grown exponentially. I’d never wanted anything more than to have him inside me at that moment.
Still trembling from my climax, I tugged at his cock.
“You promised me something,” I panted.
Aurelius grinned and adjusted himself until he was nestled between my legs. “Such a good girl.” He gripped my knees and spread me wide.
Cool air kissed my aching pussy, and he rested his cock at my entrance, barely touching me. Even then, it was nearly enough to make me come again.
Longing, desire, pride, and most of all love blazed in his eyes.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded. “I want you. Please.”
“I love you Brielle Laurent,” he whispered as he thrust into me.
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