Page 41 of All My Broken Pieces

That is way hotter in real life than in my books.

My eyes are wide as I peer up at her, my own personal sex goddess. “That was…” I mumble, licking my lips.

Arriana smirks down at me, sliding the destroyed fabric off my body before moving to palm my breasts. I groan, arching into her skilled fingers as she massages my tits. “You alright there, baby?” She chuckles, flicking my nipples.

I mewl at the sharp sting, my body shaking with the need for more. “I…I need-” My words are cut off as she leans down and takes one of my nipples between her teeth, twisting the other between her fingers. “Oh fuck.” I gasp.

Arriana licks away the sting from her bite, running her tongue up my chest and neck. Her hot breath fans my ear asshe breathes, “What do you need, baby?” Her voice is husky, showing how affected she is by this, byme.

I blink my eyes open, pulling her face toward mine. “I need you. Please, I need to feel you, I need totasteyou.” I don’t know if I’m making sense, my need making me nearly delirious.

She licks her lips, her eyes darting to mine. Lifting a hand toward my face, she pulls down on my lip, tracing it with her thumb. “You trust me?” Her voice is barely a whisper as she asks the question, her eyes remaining fixated on my trembling lips.

Unable to get words past the lump in my throat, I nod wildly, my heart thundering in my chest from the nervous excitement at the promise her quiet question holds.

She bites her lip, shifting her eyes between mine before commanding, “Lie back.”

Scooting down as quickly as possible, I wait for whatever she has planned, my heart beating impossibly faster.

She shifts on the bed, moving to straddle me backwards, her ass facing me.

Oh.

My eyes widen as I realize what she has planned.

Oh, holy fuck.

Adjusting her position, Arriana moves her hips back so her pussy is hovering over my mouth. “You ready to eat, baby?” Without a second thought, I lift my hands to grip her thighs and pull her down on my face. A startled gasp sounds from her, making me smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughs, lowering her face to my own pussy.

I slide my tongue up her slit, lapping at her clit before plunging inside her delicious cunt. A moan slips through my lips as she does the same to me.

Oh-oh god. Oh fuck. Shit.

I can’t make a coherent thought to save my life, too lost in her pleasure and my own. My fingers dig into the backs of her thighs as I pull her further down, suffocating myself on her.

Our moans fill the room as we build each other up, licking and sucking like it’s our last meal.

My body shakes as I feel my orgasm building, the sensation enhanced as I feel her quivering above me.

Working my jaw, I push my tongue in and out of her pussy, chasing her release just as much as my own. My eyes roll back as wave after wave of pleasure crash into me. Digging my fingers in harder, I pull her hips impossibly closer to my face as I blindly fuck her with my tongue, groaning as I’m rewarded with the sweet taste of her cum on my tastebuds. Her body shudders as I lick her through her orgasm, lapping up every drop she’ll give me.

When the last of the tremors fade from both our bodies, Arriana carefully lifts her leg over my head, shifting around to collapse beside me. Her arm drapes over my stomach as she nuzzles my neck.

Lifting a tired arm, I brush my fingers through her hair. “I love you.” I murmur, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.

Her arm tightens around me before she slowly pulls back to prop herself on her elbow and peer down at me. “You do?” My heart breaks at the disbelief on her face and in her voice.

I did that.

I broke the woman I thought was unbreakable.

Lifting my hand up to stroke her cheek, I bite my lip as I nod. “More than anything.” My voice quivers at the quiet admittance, nervous energy bubbling up with each passing second following my whispered words.

She studies me for a moment longer before a wide grin breaks across her face. “Yo también. Te amo, mi vida. Te amo más que la vida misma.” I don’t know what she said to me,but from the feverish kisses she places all over my face and my mouth, I can probably guess.

Because I don’t need to speak the language to know what love sounds like. What it feels like.

I giggle as she continues to assault me with her affection. “Okay, okay.” I laugh, playfully pushing her away.

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