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I know she squeezes her eyes closed because I watch every flicker of pleasure roll across her face. I watch every muscle twitch. I watch her bite her bottom lip so hard I worry it’ll bleed. If it does, I’ll lick that too. Wetness coats my tongue, and I lap it at it like a dehydrating man in a desert.

When she’s spent, she flops back on the stage and loosens her leg grip around my head. I don’t stop licking her, though. I lick away every drop of wetness she released with her orgasm and give her clit one long lick before saying goodbye for the moment with a soft kiss.

I work my way up her stomach, moving her bra to the side as I kiss her nipples, and move to her collarbone. My lips find their way to her neck until I kiss her cheek and move so my mouth is next to her ear.

“Let’s go home, Lucy. This time, you’ll stay in my bed.”

Chapter 18

Aaron

I’mfranticforherand control my body as best I can, lest I come in my pants like a virgin. Laying her on the bed in my room, I bring her legs around my waist and take off my shirt, letting her run her hands up my body. Her fingers are soft against my skin, and there’s nothing urgent about her touch. She’s having fun.

When she reaches the small patch of hair at the center of my chest, she smiles and lightly tugs on it, combing it with her fingers. “This is new, and I’ve wanted to touch it since I caught a glimpse once at the club.”

“My chest hair?” I ask, a cocky smile on my face as I look down at her in the moonlight.

“There are new things about you I want to know.”

I cup her cheek. “What exactly do you want to know?”

“How you sound when you come inside me now.” She leans up, planting a kiss on my chest right on top of the patch of hair. “I also need to know if Aaron Dwyer has some new moves.”

I fist her hair and move her face so it’s an inch from mine. “I have all kinds of new moves,” I taunt and kiss her nose. “I’ll show them to you one at a time.”

She moves away from me and brings her finger to her shorts. Quickly pulling them down to her thighs, she slides her finger to her clit. “Challenge accepted.”

A growl comes from my throat, and I pull her shorts down the rest of her body in one movement, dragging the fabric down her legs and tossing the shorts over my shoulder before boxing her in with my arms. “Undo my belt.”

“You aren’t going to undress for me?” she asks, running her tongue up my cheek.

I turn my face and playfully nip at her mouth. “I want you to do it for me. I liked it when you did that for me in the club.”

Her hands come to my belt, undoing it quickly with an expert touch. When it’s undone and my pants are unzipped, she reaches around and cups both ass cheeks, squeezing like she’s been dying to feel them in her palms. I bite my lip at the pleasure of it – having her in my bed. My head spins at the idea of doing this privately in my room and not in the back room of a skeezy club.

Using a combination of hands and her feet, she pulls my pants all the way down, and I wriggle to help her get them off. My cock is already at attention for her, and I rear back on my knees as I slide a finger through her wetness. “Rub yourself here for me while I watch.”

I’m in charge. It’s obvious because she does what I ask without fuss or fight. My heart tightens at that knowledge because it can’t be easy for her to let me have control after being abused for so long. Hetookcontrol. Sheletsme have it. She trusts me so much that a decade of abuse can’t destroy our trust in each other.

Lucy licks her finger before letting it travel back to her clit. She rubs a circle around the engorged bud, and I pull her feet to my chest. “Do you remember how I like this position? You pushing your feet against my chest and me taking my time and letting you enjoy every inch of me?”

“Yes,” she whispers in a husky voice. “I remember. I never did that with anyone else but you.”

She means Beck, and I appreciate her not saying that fucker’s name while I make love to her. “I never did that with my wife either. I just…couldn’t. This was our thing.”

“Our thing?”

“Just for us.”

And it was. My mouth waters at the thought of getting it again. With her feet against my chest, I fucked her so deep with long strokes, her legs together as I held them. It was so tight. So wet around me.

“Our thing,” she whispers again like she’s trying the words in her mouth.

I wrap one arm around her thighs and put the other hand on her hip as I slide into her.

We both moan. It’s been so fucking long. Too long. Getting laid by Lucy is like walking into my own warm house after a long, cold day. Her eyes flutter closed and she whispers my name as I place a kiss on her ankle and pump into her, softly at first, then harder. I know she wants it harder by the desperate way she bucks against me.

A tear runs out of her eye and slides down her temple. I wipe it away. “Hey.” I smile at her and get further up on my knees, clenching my ass as I pound into her. “What’s that about?”

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