Page 19 of Lust & Lies
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I GASPED AS HIS TONGUE flicked 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. The slurping 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 mean feasted. 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.
This couldn’t be my first time feeling such pleasure. But damn it, it felt like it. This was foreign to me. I’d thought I was ready for this. I was wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the way this man had me writhing on the bed.
My hips bucked, my body no longer belonging to me. It belonged to Aiden. It was his instrument, and he was playing it so well. He had my pussy singing for him. He had me moaning in ways I couldn’t ever remember moaning.
This man had me hitting high notes I hadn’t known I could reach. I’m pretty sure I was trying to moan his name, but all I could get out was the A, and I was moaning it in every key there was.
Closing my eyes, I attempted to breathe through the pleasure. But at this point, my entire body was trembling and I couldn’t stop it. I cried out, the sound echoing through my head as I ground my body against his mouth.
Damn it, I wanted to make this last. I couldn’t. It felt too good, and that tongue was moving just right, determined to send me over the edge. I was hanging on by one finger now, about to fall. Fuck it, there was always a round two.
Letting go of my pride for a second, I rode his face without shame, bucking against his mouth while his tongue delved between my slick folds as he drank down all my juices. My back arched again, and my fingers tightened in his hair.
My thighs trembled against his shoulders as I begged him to keep going, soft, broken pleas tumbling from my lips like I’d forgotten how to speak coherently.
“Aiden... don’t stop. Please, baby...I need... you.”
He didn’t stop, didn’t come up for air. His mouth stayed locked on me, tongue working in deep, hungry strokes. My moans grew louder, drowning out the rasps of my ragged breaths and the wet sounds between my thighs.
His eyes found mine as he devoured me, and that look... focused, hungry, possessive... dragged another broken sound from my lips. I gripped his hair tighter, rocking against his face, riding every lick, every suck, every sinful flick of his tongue.
I couldn’t stop myself, didn’t want to. My body was flushed, and I could feel the orgasm building. He closed his eyes and moaned, and I swear I came a little bit right then and there. The pressure low in my belly coiled tighter and tighter, rising higher and higher.
My heart raced, hips moving faster now. There was no rhythm to my movements. No sensual elegance to the sounds I was making. Just pure lust and hunger as I fucked his mouth. He moaned against me again, and the vibration sent a jolt straight through my core.
I gasped, chasing that high that was fueled by his hunger for me. I was grinding against his mouth, shameless and wild, using his tongue like it belonged to me. And the way he groaned for me told me it did.
This man had his nose pressed against me, mouth full of me, like he didn’t even want to breathe unless it was through me. This pussy had become his meal, his oxygen, his everything.
“Aiden...” I gasped, voice shaking. “I... I'm gonna....”
That was all I could get out. He growled low and sucked harder, his tongue sliding in circles, then back to flicking that sensitive spot until I broke, shattering into a million pieces. My back bowed. My legs clamped around his head. And I came.
Hard.
The orgasm slammed into me, igniting every nerve in my body. White hot pleasure damn near blinded me. My thighs quaked uncontrollably. My hands fisted in his hair, holding him there, forcing him to take every drop. And he did.
He kept licking, kept sucking, kept drinking from me like he couldn’t get enough.
My body jerked with each aftershock, and still, he didn’t stop.
He licked me through it, worshipped me through it, his hands stroking my thighs now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from me until I collapsed on the bed, breathless and spent.
Only then did he stop licking. But he didn’t move away. He stayed there, between my legs, nuzzling my inner thighs and pressing tender kisses against my clit. I watched him, chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath.
For a long time, we lay that way, neither of us in a hurry to move, both of us trying to piece ourselves back together. Then slowly, his gaze rose to mine. The moment our eyes met, a sense of déjà vu washed over me along with an influx of emotions.
Emotional memories of love and arousal flowed through my veins. I may not remember him yet, but looking into his eyes made me feel closer to him. Part of me remembered those eyes. Part of me remembered this man... my husband.
Part of me remembered the love we’d shared, and all of me wanted it back. I was determined to get it back. Not just the sex, everything. I wanted back the life I’d had with this patient, loving, and savage man.
Releasing his hair, I placed my hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes and rested his face against my palm. He even rubbed his face against it, proving that he was craving my touch, missing it, missing me, and the life we’d once had.
My throat tightened. My chest ached. Tears blurred my vision as those emotional memories damn near overwhelmed me. I loved the husband I couldn’t remember. And he loved me too. I would hold on to these thoughts during those moments when I began to waver.
I would hold on to them when I remembered things that made me question our relationship. I would hold on to this feeling whenever doubt slipped in and tried to derail our progress. I would hold on to this love. I would hold on to this man. My husband.
“I love you,” he whispered, voicing aloud what I wasn’t quite ready to say.
Soon. Just... not yet. He kissed the inside of my thigh once more before lowering my legs to the bed. My eyes remained glued to his as he crawled up my body, every inch of him brushing against my oversensitive skin.
He placed his hands on the sides of my head and stared down at me. I waited, breath held, expecting him to say something. However, he seemed content to just stare at me, gaze intense and full of promise. In his eyes, I saw the words I was holding back.
I saw all the emotional memories that were weighing heavily on my heart, waiting for me to explore them. I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wasn’t prepared to be completely vulnerable in that way just yet. Afraid that he’d want to talk about those emotions, I decided to break the silence.
“Your tongue is magical,” I admitted.
He laughed, and I found myself chuckling too.
When the laughter faded, he told me, “You haven’t seen magic yet, wife.”
“Oh, really? Is that dick magical too?” I asked.
“You ready to find out?”
“Yes, sir.”
His gaze darkened. There was my savage. He leaned forward, lips moving closer to mine, when suddenly, a loud noise filled the room.
His cell phone.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“Ignore it,” he told me, lips pressing to mine.
Yes, sir.
My lips parted, allowing him entry as he kissed me, one hand moving to my throat as his phone continued to ring. We both ignored it.
Gripping my throat gently, he told me, “You’re not allowed to cream on my cock until I tell you to. Do you think you can do that for me?”
I thought my pussy had depleted all her juices for today. I’d thought wrong. She was growing wetter at his words.
“Can you do that for me?” he asked again, just as his phone ceased ringing.
I can try. Of course, that wasn’t my answer.
“Yes, I can,” I told him.
He smiled. “We’ll see. If you cum before I tell you to, I’m going to have to spank you, wife.”
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
“Even if I don’t cum before you tell me to, I still want you to spank me, husband,” I countered, ready to feel the sting of his hand on my ass.
His eyes widened briefly, and then his grip on my throat tightened, and he pressed his lips against mine, claiming them in a kiss that made my toes curl. My hands dropped to the front of his pajama pants.
I wanted to guide his cock into my pussy. Before I could slide my hands inside his pants, another sound filled the air. More ringing. But not his cell phone this time. The sound wasn’t even coming from this room. Groaning, he wrenched his mouth from mine.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“What is that?” I whispered when he lifted his head.
“The house phone.”
“What room is it in?”
“My office.”
Damn it.
His gaze met mine. “If they’re calling both my cell and office phone at this hour, it has to be important.”
Damn. It. To. Hell.
I nodded. “You should answer it.”
“I should,” he countered, but made no move to leave.
“I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back. But don’t be gone too long. This pussy can’t stay wet forever.”
Licking his lips, he whispered, “I know how to make her cream for me.”
Yes, he did. He kissed me one more time before moving back. He shocked me when he bent down and kissed my clit, too.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered against my tiny nub before climbing off the bed and heading toward the door.
After opening the door, he stared back at me, that cock standing at attention, tenting his pants. I had to look like a porn star, the way I was spread out on the bed, legs wide open.
“If this call isn’t important, I’m going to kill someone,” he muttered as his gaze roamed over me.
“Go find out so you can come back and kill this pussy.”
What made me say that? I had no idea. It just popped out of my mouth. And my savage seemed to like it. He started back in my direction.
“Go,” I told him, wanting him to fuck me but also not wanting to be the reason he missed an important call.
He stopped, halfway to me as the phone continued ringing. He looked torn between answering the call and fucking me senseless.
“Go, Aiden. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Fuck!” he yelled, then turned and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
I smiled as I stared at the closed door. The way he’d looked at me before leaving was now imprinted on my memory. Savage Aiden was in the building. And I couldn’t wait until he returned to show me just how savage he could be.