Page 82 of Lust & Lies
Licking his lips, he stared up at me and growled, “Thatthank youdidn’t sound sincere, wife.”
My eyes widened as I struggled to catch my breath. “What?” I inhaled deeply again and released the breath slowly. “What do you mean?” I rasped. “Look how wet your lips are. It doesn’t get any more sincere than that.”
“You didn’t scream my name loud enough, beautiful. You can do better. I know you can.”
I gasped when his tongue traced the line of my hipbone before he finally stood. Aiden pulled me tight against him, his chest pressed to mine, the hard length of him digging into my stomach. I wanted it to dig into this pussy.
I was just about to tell him that when his lips claimed mine in a kiss so deep it made me dizzy, his tongue sweeping against mine with wild abandon. After ending the kiss, he picked me up, which was becoming a habit of his.
He climbed onto the bed with me, carrying me to the center of the bed. He didn’t stumble. He didn’t fall. This man wasimpressive. My savage eased me backward onto the bed until my head was resting between my pillow and his.
He grabbed both pillows and tossed them behind him, and all I could think was that now I had to wash those pillowcases before putting them back on the bed.Oh, well.Sex first, cleaning later.
Spreading my thighs wide, he knelt between them, eyes peering into mine. His hands slid down my arms until he reached my wrists. Gripping them, he slid them up until they were aligned with my head, holding them there, pinning me down.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I told him as he released one of my wrists and placed his hand against my side, caressing my skin, making me shiver.
“Is that pussy ready for me, love?”
I nodded, throat dry, heart pounding, pussy purring. His hand slid down my side, moving to my waist, causing my stomach muscles to tighten in anticipation of what was to come.
“How wet is that pussy, baby?” he asked, lowering his forehead to mine.
“So wet,” I admitted.
“I’ll see for myself whether she’sso wetor not.”
“Please do,” I whispered.
I’d barely gotten that last word out before he was kissing me. His mouth crushed down on mine in a kiss so deep and rough it stole the air from my lungs. He could have it. I didn’t need to breathe anyway.
Right now, all I needed was that cock. My hips jerked, my body already begging for more, begging for all of him. His tongue caressed mine as his fingers slid from my waist, skimming along the inside of my thigh.
Even the slightest touch had me arching my back, my body primed and ready. His hand slid between us, fingers parting me, stroking through my slick heat. I gasped into his mouth, legs spreading wider.
“So wet,” he growled against my mouth, voice ragged now. “This sweet pussy missed me.”
I whimpered, desperate for more. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine as his thumb pressed against my clit.
“Aiden,” I whispered when he slid a finger into my tight channel.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned, sliding his finger in and out of me. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
I was. His fingers knew that. Now I wanted his cock to know it. He slid his fingers from my slick heat and gripped his cock. He teased me with the tip, sliding it against my silken folds, coating himself in my essence.
I kept hoping it would slip in, but it didn’t. He was in complete control of that thang, and he seemed determined to tease me until I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was panting now, desperate, rocking up to meet him, trying to take him in.
“You want this dick?” he rasped, sliding his cock between my wet folds again.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Say you’re mine,” he ordered.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, barely holding it together.
“Louder.”
