Page 81 of Lust & Lies
“Fuck, Noe,” he muttered against my thigh, his voice vibrating straight through me. “You’re shaking already.”
I was. From head to toe. Shaking and aching and wanting. The sight of my husband crouched before me, hands pressed against the back of my thighs, lips grazing the inside of my leg, made my whole body hum.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged, pulling them down. I watched, hoping, praying he’d kiss methere. I quickly stepped out of the underwear. This man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
His nostrils flared, chest rising and falling rapidly like he was fighting for control, as if just the smell of me could undo him. That had to be one of the sexiest things I’d seen him do. My thighs trembled, pussy dripping wet to the point that I was surprised my juices weren’t racing down my thighs.
“You smell delicious,” he whispered, opening his eyes to stare at my pussy, who loved the compliment so much, she was throbbing.
“Come closer so she can thank you,” I told him, ready to put my pussy on his tongue.
“Tell her to be patient,” he drawled as he kissed along my thigh, each press of his mouth coaxing a whimper out of me.
My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging, begging him to go where I wanted him most. Instead, he slowed down, taking his time, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the softest parts of my skin like he was branding me.
By the time his mouth hovered just above my clit, I was trembling, desperate for more. His breath caressed me there, warm and teasing, but he didn’t dive in. Not yet. Instead, he rubbed his hands up the back of my thighs until he was gripping my ass.
“Is this pussy ready to thank me?” he asked, voice deep.
“Yes,” I whispered, arching my back and bringing my pussy closer to his face, closer to his mouth as his grip on my ass tightened.
His mouth hovered there, so close that each breath he took made me quiver. I’m pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. Then, finally, his lips pressed against where I needed them most. But he didn’t lick me there, he kissed me.
The first kiss was featherlight, a tease, a tender peck against my clit. The second was pure possession, a tongue kiss that pulled a sound out of me that I couldn’t hold back, half-moan, half-whimper.
His tongue curled around my clit as his lips wrapped around it. My hips jerked, loving the feel of his mouth on me. I rocked against him as his tongue flicked over my pussy. Then it slipped between my folds, savoring me, tasting me, driving me wild with pleasure. I couldn’t control the way my body was moving against his mouth.
“Aiden,” I gasped, my fingers fisting his hair, needing him deeper, harder, more.
He groaned against me, the vibration sinking straight into my clit, and I cried out louder. His mouth moved with a rhythmthat had me writhing in his hold, his tongue circling, teasing, then flicking until my legs shook.
He licked me like he’d been starving, like this was the only meal he’d ever wanted, like he hadn’t had this pussy in his mouth hours ago. Then again, he had skipped breakfast. My poor savage must be hungry.
As his wife, it was my job to make sure he stayed fed. My pussy gave him more nourishment, growing wetter and wetter for him. Every glide of his tongue, every wet kiss, every soft nip made me moan louder, my hips bucking up to feed him more.
“Thank me louder, baby,” he rasped between licks, his voice rough and hungry. “Let me hear how much you appreciate this tongue. Let’s make my dick jealous.”
O.M.S!
Oh. My. Savage!
I gave him what he wanted. The sounds of pleasure that tore out of me were foreign to my ears, shameless and raw, echoing through the room as his mouth worked me. He groaned again, almost as if my cries were feeding him, spurring him on.
His tongue slid deeper, pressing harder, until I was clawing at his shoulders just to hold on. That coil inside me tightened, my body straining, desperate to break apart, and he knew it, felt it.
His grip on my ass pulled me closer, locking me against his mouth while he took me higher, higher, until I was moaning so loud, I was pretty sure they heard me down at the orchard.
“Yes, Aiden. Don’t stop,” I cried, voice breaking, my thighs trembling.
He growled low, the sound vibrating straight through me as he sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked. My hips bucked, my head fell back, and the moan that tore out of me was loud enough to rattle the walls.
Every swirl of his tongue, every wet kiss, pushed me closer until the pressure snapped. My climax ripped through me hard, my body jolting against his mouth as wave after wave rolled over me.
I sobbed his name, clawing at his shoulders, barely able to breathe as he held me against his face and licked me through it. He didn’t let up, not even as my legs shook and I begged for mercy.
“Don’t run from it, baby,” he murmured against my clit. “Take every stroke of this tongue. Let me drown in you.”
His hands locked around my thighs, keeping me open, keeping me still while his tongue drew every last drop of pleasure out of me. By the time he finally pulled back, I was gasping, trembling, utterly wrecked.
