Page 18 of Lust & Lies

NOELLE

I WOKE UP HOT. ACHING.

My skin felt flushed, and there was a throb between my legs that I couldn’t ignore. It took me a second to realize why. It was because of my dream. The dream was already fading, but the craving it left behind was still there.

I’d been dreaming about Aiden. Again. But this dream hadn’t been like the others. This one hadn’t been romantic or sweet. There were no forehead kisses, and we didn’t walk through a garden while smiling.

This dream had been filthy. Downright indecent. And every part of me loved it. I’d had a wet dream about my husband, and it had been erotic as fuck. It hadn’t felt like a memory, not like the other dream.

Perhaps it was my own imagination conjuring up things it wanted Aiden to do to me. If so, my imagination was wild as hell. I could still feel the phantom caress of his mouth on my breasts.

Still hear his gravelly voice whispering filth in my ear while he steered me to the edge of an orgasm and held me there. Dream Aiden had been a tease just like real Aiden. It was a shame that I was waking up just as sexually frustrated as I’d been when I’d gone to sleep.

If this mess continued, I really would have blue clit. I moved to turn over onto my back, then stilled when I realized I was only partially lying on the mattress. Damn. When had I moved in my sleep?

I must’ve been really caught up in that dream because I was now sprawled across Aiden’s body. My leg was hooked around his waist, and my cheek was pressed to his bare chest. Hmmm... he must’ve waited until I’d gone to sleep to take his shirt off.

Scaredy cat.

I could hear the slow rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. I lay perfectly still, eyes wide in the dark, body tense as I tried my best not to move. The last thing I wanted was for him to wake up and find me like this, clinging to him like some desperate, horny wife.

Even if that’s exactly what I felt like. He’d really think I was a pervert. Then again, he was my husband after all. Nah. I would not be a pervert and feel up my husband while he slept. He was still breathing slowly, so I figured he hadn’t noticed yet.

I lifted my head slowly, easing back so I could slide off him without waking him. My leg brushed against something hard and thick. I stilled. I know I wasn’t feeling what I thought I was feeling. I brushed my leg over it again, just to be sure.

Yep. It’s what I thought it was.

Morning wood!

He was rock hard for me. Instead of moving away like a good girl should, I dragged my leg across him again, slower this time. A smile crept across my face when I felt that thang twitch like it was greeting me.

Good morning to you, too, Mr. Wood!

Since I was half sprawled on him anyway, if I moved over a little more, our bodies would be perfectly aligned. I knew I shouldn’t. I did it anyway. I slid over, careful not to move too fast or jolt him.

My body brushed over his cock. Gritting my teeth, I continued over until I was resting on top of him, our lower bodies aligned, my head still pressed against his chest. Aiden may be asleep, but that cock was wide awake. And so was this pussy.

The ache in my core pulsed, demanding attention as his cock jerked beneath me. My nipples tightened, and I found myself craving more. I wanted to wake him with my body. I wanted to rub against him until he lost control and had no choice but to wake up and fuck me.

And if he managed to sleep through it somehow, I wanted to make him cum so hard that he woke up moaning my name. I wanted this man to feel the same tension I was feeling. Grinning, I rolled my hips, letting my core slide across the length of him.

I was just about to do it again when Aiden cleared his throat. Shit. I froze. Busted. How long had he been awake? I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep. I attempted to roll over.

Before I could get completely off him, he gripped my ass and pulled me back on top of him until I was straddling him fully. It happened so damn fast that I gasped, eyes widening because I hadn’t expected that at all.

And of course, my pussy got wetter because apparently, she liked being treated roughly. His cock pressed hard against me, and I could feel the tension rolling off him even in the dark silence of the bedroom. I sat up slightly, staring down at him, trying to read his expression.

“What do you think you’re doing, Mrs. Park?” His voice was deep, still rough from sleep. Sexy as hell.

I shrugged, feigning innocence. “I should be asking you that question since you’re the one who pulled me on top of you.”

He smirked, hands still firm on my ass. “Yeah, but you’re the one who's been grinding on me for the past ten minutes.”

Damn. He’d been awake during my wet dream. In my dream, I’d been grinding against his face. In real life, I’d been dry humping him. I should be embarrassed. I wasn’t.

“You must’ve liked it since you didn’t stop me,” I murmured.

“I fucking loved it,” he replied with no hesitation.

Did I detect a hint of Mr. Savage in his tone?

“Oh, really?” I asked, hoping to lure the savage out of him. “Then why’d you stop me just now?”

His eyes locked with mine. “Because if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.”

I tilted my head, lips tugging into a slow smile. “What’s wrong with that?”

“The next time I cum, I want it to be inside you,” he told me. “Not in my hands. Not in my pants. The next time I cum, I want it to be in your pussy.”

His words left me momentarily stunned. For a second, I didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. I just lay there, staring at him while heat spread through my body like wildfire. My core clenched, slick already gathering between my thighs for him.

Once I snapped out of it, I slid my palms across his chest, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath my touch when my fingers grazed his nipples. My husband was sexy as hell. There was no way I could keep my hands off him.

My heart was beating fast, but not from nerves. I wasn’t scared. I was turned on. And I was curious. Had I truly awakened the savage? Let’s see. I leaned in slowly, eyes locked on his, inching forward until my cheek brushed his.

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 I was 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.

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 do anything to 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.