Page 191 of Lust & Lies

I reached up and touched his face, brushing my fingers across the stubble along his jaw. “Then stop talking and show me just how much you missed me.”

His smile was pure sin. “Say less.”

Aiden kissed me like he’d been holding back for weeks, his tongue sweeping over mine. I moaned into his mouth, my body already pulsing with need. He kissed his way down my neck, biting lightly as he went, before moving lower, sucking on the skin above my breast hard enough to leave a mark.

“Don’t hold back tonight,” I whispered, dragging my fingers through his hair. “I’ve healed enough, and I need all of you.”

“You’ll get it,” he promised. “But first... I need a taste of this pussy.”

He moved down my body, lips and hands everywhere, my hips, my thighs, my stomach. He took his time, like he wanted to memorize every inch of me all over again. I lifted my hips in anticipation, already slick, already aching. When his mouth finally met my pussy, I damn near came right then.

“Fuck,” I hissed, grabbing the back of his head.

Aiden groaned against me like he’d just tasted heaven. He licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, then wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard. My hips bucked off the bed. His arms slid under my thighs and locked me down, forcing me to take everything he gave.

I groaned when his fingers slipped into me. This man knew exactly what he was doing, flicking his tongue against my clit in rhythm with the slow thrust of two fingers deep inside me.

“I missed this pussy,” he growled. “Missed how you moan. Missed the way you drip for me. I just had it in my mouth last night, and I’m already having withdrawals.”

He sucked harder, faster, and I was fucking gone. My thighs shook, my back arched, and his name ripped from my throat.

“Aiden! Fuck, I’m gonna...”

“Cum in my mouth, baby. Let me taste that brown sugar.”

His voice was so filthy, so deep, it pushed me right over the edge. I screamed his name, hips rocking against his face as Icame hard, soaking his mouth, his fingers, everything. He kept going until I was trembling and pushing his head away.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, wiping his mouth before crawling up the bed.

I was still panting when he slid on top of me. His cock, thick and heavy, pressed against my thigh.

“Can I fuck you slow and deep, baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” I moaned, wanting whatever he was willing to give.

He lined up with my entrance, teasing me with the tip. I arched my back, trying to take him in, but he wouldn’t give it to me yet.

“Say it first,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock through my slick folds. “Tell me this pussy is mine.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped.

He pushed in a little.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“This pussy is yours, Aiden. Forever. No one else will ever have it.”

“That’s fucking right.”

He pushed in slow, inch by inch, until he was buried deep, balls pressed against me. I gasped at the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming feeling of being full of him again. He didn’t move right away.

He kissed me, tongue dancing with mine, claiming me. Then he started to move, grinding into me with deep strokes that sent pleasure radiating through me. The bed creaked beneath us, rocking with the rhythm of our bodies.

His hips rolled as he pushed into me, every thrust hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I wasn’t going to last long. I was craving this dick too badly for that.

“You feel that?” he whispered in my ear. “Feel how deep I am? How wet you are for me? You were made for this dick, Noelani. Fucking made for it.”

“Y-yes,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”