Page 48 of Lust & Lies
My lips found his throat, right where his pulse thumped beneath the skin. His hands flexed on my ass. I smiled against him, knowing he was just as turned on as I was. And soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. I wouldn’t let him.
I kissed that same spot again, then let my tongue slip out, just a little, just enough to taste him, to test the waters.Still no protest.I trailed my tongue over his pulse as my thumb rubbed across his nipple.
My husband shivered, his reaction making my pussy clench. Turning him on was turning me on. I wanted us both so riled up that the house could be on fire, and we still wouldn’t be able to take our hands and mouths off each other.
Death by desire.We’d cum and go at the same time. And my crazy ass was okay with that. I slid my lips up to his jaw, pressing soft kisses along the way, pausing between kisses to see if he’d stop me. He didn’t.
His cock was still hard between my thighs, twitching each time I moved even slightly. My lips grazed the corner of his mouth, but I didn’t kiss him. I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes.
They were zeroed in on me, and the intensity in his gaze only made me want to push him further, to see just how intense he could get. I ground against him again, a slow movement that sent arousal flowing straight to my clit.
His voice was low, more of a growl than a whisper when he murmured, “You’re playing a dangerous game, wife.”
“Am I, husband?” I asked, my lips hovering just above his. So close that I could feel his breath against them when he spoke.
“You don’t know what you’re about to unleash,” he warned, and all that did was make me want him more.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I stated, voice low as I kissed my way back to his throat.
“You should be,” he groaned, smacking my ass once in warning.
I chuckled, then bit his neck gently, teasing him, letting him know his warning didn’t deter me. If anything, it made me more determined to have this man right here, right now.
“It’d be a shame to let this morning wood go to waste,” I whispered against his skin.
His grip on my ass tightened.
“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to hold back,” he groaned.
Smiling against his neck, I murmured, “I don’t want you to hold back. Let go. I dare you.”
“Wife,” he started.
“Husband,” I interrupted, kissing my way back to his mouth. “It seems like you’re the one who’s afraid. Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you.”
This time, when I kissed him, I didn’t hold back, I didn’t tease. I lowered my mouth to his, kissing him slowly at first.Tenderly. Testing. Tempting. Tasting. He let me lead, let me explore his lips, let me take what I wanted at the pace that I wanted.
I took my time with him, moving slowly, savoring the warmth of his mouth, the way his bottom lip fit perfectly against mine, the way his breath hitched just a little when our tongues met.
That slight sound sent a shiver down my spine. Our tongues moved in sync, and I found myself rolling my hips, matching the movements of our tongues. That movement earned me a low groan from deep in his chest.
A sound that went straight to my core. I ground against him again, and an even deeper groan tore from him. And then he took over. He deepened the kiss, mouth moving against mine with a hunger that sent heat rushing through me.
“I warned you,” he groaned against my lips.
I was about to say some sassy retort, but completely forgot what it was when Aiden flipped us, moving fast, pinning me beneath him. His weight settled over me, his mouth crashing into mine before I could say a word.
The kiss was deeper this time, hotter, more arousing. He was done letting me lead. He was now in complete control, and Iwas okay with that. When he grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged, I arched my back off the bed to help him.
He broke the kiss for a second to slide the shirt over me as I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head. My bonnet slid off with it. I didn’t give a damn. The second the shirt was off, his hands were at my sides, and his mouth was on my neck.
He moved lower, trailing kisses over my neck, down to my breasts, tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I moaned, pussy growing wetter, ready for its turn. His tongue swirled over my nipple, then he sucked again, teeth edging it just a little, drawing another moan from me as my hips jerked.
I could feel the heat pulsing low, my body reacting to every lick, every pull of his mouth. He moved to the other side and gave that nipple the same attention, making it harden beneath his tongue.
He gently bit my nipple before kissing it lightly, then began trailing tender kisses over my stomach. My skin tingled under each press of his lips, each lick of his tongue as he kissed and licked his way down my stomach. When he reached my waist, he didn’t stop.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of my boy shorts and pulled them down, mouth never leaving my body. He tossed them to the floor and pushed my thighs apart, spreading me wide. My pussy bloomed for him. I waited for embarrassment to wash over me.
