Page 49 of Lust & Lies
It didn’t. Hell, I even spread my legs a little wider for him. I was already dripping wet. My husband inhaled deeply as he gazed at my center. The heat in his eyes told me he saw how wet I was, smelled it, and wanted it.
“Just looking at you is making my mouth water,” he whispered, eyes on my kitty.
Could he hear her purring for him?
“I’ve been so fucking hungry for you,” he muttered as he lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders like he’d done this a hundred times.
Maybe he had. I couldn’t remember. But I knew I would never forget the look in his eyes right now as his arms wrapped around my legs, and he gripped my thighs. His gaze rose to mine.
“No turning back,” he whispered.
“No turning back,” I promised, not really understanding why he thought I’d want to turn back. I was the one who’d initiated the intimacy.
“If we take this further, there’ll be no leaving me. Ever!” he whispered. “I won’t let you go. And I’ll doanythingto keep you.”
“I’ll never leave you,” I vowed, ready to move past all the talking and get straight to the filth. Did he not see how wet I was? “I want you, Aiden. My body and my heart wants you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.”
My words seemed to please him because I swear that man’s eyes darkened. With a wicked smile, he lowered his head, and then his mouth was on me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
NOELLE
I GASPED AS HIS TONGUEflicked against my clit.
That flick must’ve been his way of flipping a switch or something. Because after that, he dove in, devouring me with the hunger of a man starved. As if this was the only thing he needed and he’d been waiting years to have this taste on his tongue.
He moaned against me, and the sound vibrated through my core. My hips jerked, desire radiating all over my body. I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of pleasure. I thought it would build gradually, slowly.
I was wrong.
It was so much pleasure at once, that my brain could barely process it. My fingers shot into his hair, grabbing hold as I rocked against his mouth, unable to just lie there and take it. And he seemed unable to let up because his tongue hadn’t stopped moving since that first flick.
"Fuck," I whimpered, breath ragged, and he’d only just started.
He didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. His tongue circled my clit before flattening and gliding over it in long, greedy strokes. Then he sucked, just hard enough to make my thighs tremble. I couldn’t stay still.
My hips rolled, my body refusing to be away from his mouth for even a second. I was hungry for it, desperate for it. Theslurping sounds he was making let me know he was just as hungry as I was.
He grunted low in his throat, the sound letting me know he loved the taste of me, letting me know this was everything he wanted, everything he’d been craving. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open, keeping me in position as he feasted on my pussy.
And when I say feasted, I meanfeasted. He devoured me as if I were the only thing that had ever satisfied him. Tongue deep, lips greedy, mouth hot and sinful, there was no gentleness in the way he ate me.
It was rough, filthy, and so good it made my head spin. He was greedy for this pussy buffet, and I was trying my best not to tap out. But I was close... oh so close to losing complete control. I needed to last longer. I had to.
Not only because I wasn’t ready for these sensations to end, but also because it would be embarrassing to cum fast after all the teasing I’d done. My pride wouldn’t let me cum quickly. Unfortunately, my pussy had no pride.
She was quivering from the attention she was receiving. My kitty was about to fold, and she wasn’t the least bit ashamed. I was holding on by threads. Thin, trembling threads that were snapping one by one.
My mind screamed for me to hold out. Told me to make this last. But my pussy had other plans. She was already twitching, already surrendering, already damn near chanting his name.
I loosened my grip on his hair, trying to inch away, thinking maybe if I put a little space between his mouth and my clit, I’d have a fighting chance. He wasn’t having that.
“Don’t run from me,” he growled, yanking me back down and burying his face deeper, tongue plunging into me with more force and fervor.
The groans vibrating from his throat rolled through me, luring me closer and closer to that edge I’d tried to avoid. His tongue moved like it knew every secret I didn’t even know I had, every trigger that would break me.
And he used every damn one of them. My back arched, hips lifting off the bed, chasing every swipe of his tongue. I’d had no idea a tongue could move that fast and feel that damn good.
