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Still, I kept talking to give her mind a moment to catch up to her body’s sensations, just to make sure she wanted to move forward.

“I’d suck on these sweet little nipples so often they’ll be so tender you can’t stand it anymore. They’ll be so sensitive that I’ll be able to make you come with a few flicks of my tongue. Would you like that?”

I switched over to her left breast and alternated between firm bites and soothing sweeps of my tongue, marking her sweet mound of flesh at random.

“Yes.” Theselongated in a whisper.

Her words brought a hard grin to my face. I wanted her actively imagining this fantasy with me so that we could forget we only had tonight and answer only to our desires.

I rolled us to our sides and slid down beside her so that my face was lying next to her breasts. I saw how swollen her nipple was from my ministrations, a ripe summer cherry just waiting to burst in my mouth. Groaning, I pulled as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could and settled back into a rhythm of deep pulls, followed by short licks. Just when she seemed to anticipate my next move, I switched my movements again, changing to soft kisses and gentle licks and back again.

She started rubbing her pelvis against my stomach.

Sliding my left hand between her thighs and under her shorts, I cupped her hot center. Sucking and licking her breast while I spread her juices all over my hand, I could feel her pussy clenching down. I pushed two fingers inside her and moaned around her nipple at the sound her wetness made. My fingers reached toward her front wall for the little ridge of her G-spot while I rubbed her clit hard with the heel of my hand.

She whimpered, clearly overloaded with sensations, and I pulled out my fingers to add a third. I pushed them gently back into her, mimicking the rhythm I wanted to fuck her with.

I needed to watch her go over the edge, to memorize the blush of her skin, the unevenness of her breaths, and the pleading in her eyes. She made me a feral king, beating my chest with victory at my conquest.

“I want you to come on my hand and fingers, and then I’m going to watch you lick your juices off me.”

I redoubled my efforts with my fingers in her channel and my palm against her clit. Her eyes squeezed shut as she plunged into the pleasure of her orgasm. Her pussy pulsed so fiercely it became a battle to keep my fingers pumping in and out of her, wanting to wring every last drop of climax from her. She came in a flurry of “Oh fuck” and whispers of my name. I reveled in her moisture coating my hand. It was incredible.

As she came back to herself, she looked into my eyes with a soft, fond expression. It took my breath away, the way she could take me from animal to intimacy in seconds.

Seeing her so wrecked with pleasure had me grinning at her. She was beautiful with her chest heaving, her hair a mess from her pillow, and her skin swollen and marked from my mouth. I moved back up so our faces were level. She greeted me with a kiss, tangling her tongue with mine.

She pushed herself up to a sitting position.

“Aiden, it’s my turn.”

A rumble sounded in my chest at the idea of finally having her mouth on me. Tonight, I wouldn’t deny either of us.

“Yes, sweetheart, it is. And I have just what you need to help that mouth slide all over me.”

I held up my hand, still covered in her pleasure.

My gaze moved between Aiden’s hand and his face. The temperature in the room ratcheted up with his filthy words.

Looking at him kneeling on the bed with a smile Lucifer himself would envy, I was at his mercy.

Lowering his hand and tugging his pajama pants just below his cock, he gave it a few slow strokes, making it shiny with my come. Jesus. His sexual confidence was so incredibly seductive.

Aiden had made me come spectacularly twice now without regard for his own pleasure. I wanted to please him too.

His dark eyes were almost pitch-black in the shadowed room. His broad shoulders expanded with his deep breaths.

I pushed myself to sit next to him so I could see his face clearly. I needed him to tell me how to make him feel good. “Please tell me how to make it good for you.”

“Are you sure you want to get on your knees for me?” His gaze was hungry and focused.

I loved how he even made asking for my consent sound sexy.

“Yes.”

“Fucking right. You are unbelievably sexy. Anything you do is going to feel amazing.”

I scrambled off the bed, eager to please him, and knelt on the hard floor, waiting for his instructions.

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