Page 4 of All That She Needs

"I'm not," I mumbled against her skin. "I promise."

"Okay." She rubbed my back again and pressed her cheek onto mine. "Let's sleep. It's late."

"I love you," I whispered in her ear, my hold tightened around her. "You know that, don't you?"

She was quiet for a moment, letting the silence linger as panic descended on me before finally saying, "I love you, Aiden."

I pulled away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. "I need you to say that you know I love you."

"I know." She said, her eyes roaming around my face, looking confused. "Yes, I know."

"I never knew what I did to deserve you. I know I don't deserve you," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "But I will try harder to be the man worthy of you."

She looked at me with confusion. "Why are you saying this, Aiden?"

I was breaking apart. The emotions I usually kept so tightly controlled were unraveling. Asha had every reason to be worried, every reason to be suspicious. I wasn't the kind of man who showed emotions easily—I was known for being cold, distant, before Vanessa turned me into a hopelessly desperate man. But I didn't realize, not until much later, that I wasn't emotional because Vanessa was consuming my thoughts. It was Asha, and the overwhelming appreciation I felt for her. My love for her, so often buried under layers of guilt, was now bursting inside my chest, so powerful that it felt like it might tear me apart.

I kissed her. I needed to kiss her. I kissed with a frantic need, losing myself in that kiss as if it were the first meal a starved man had in days. Her sigh against my lips, the way her arms wrapped around my neck, and her complete surrender tothe kiss told me she was equally lost in the moment. As I looked back on those nights when I neglected her, remembering how she clawed and clung onto me like I just returned to her after being away for years, I realized how much she had missed me. How desperate she was for my touch. And despite how I treated her, she stood by me and still very much loved every piece of my worthless, pathetic soul.

"I need you," I rasped, pulled down the straps of her nightgown, revealing the perfect swell of her bare breast, still round and full even fourteen years after she gave birth to our youngest child. I dipped my head and kissed the curve of her breast, while my hand massaged the other, making her eyes flutter with pleasure. I was already hard under her as I moved her hips with both my hands and grinding her onto me. "Make love to me, Asha."

Her eyes blazed with passion, love, and fire as she gave me a heart-twisting smile, took my face in between her hands, and slammed her lips into mine before I could react, breathe, or even think. We kissed like savages. My tongue tasted her, plunging into her as she accepted it deeper into her mouth. We bit each other. Her fingers dug into my hair, my hands roamed over her bare back, down her arms, and then I tore my lips away to trail burning kisses, nipping, grazing my teeth over her neck, her shoulder, her throat, her breasts.

"Aiden," She breathed, as I latched my teeth into one of her pert nipples and sucked hard. When I moved to the other, her fingers already worked on my belt, my zipper, and tugged it down enough to pull out my swollen, needy shaft. I was so hard; it slapped against my abs with a smack when released from its confinement. She stared at it with heavy breathing for a moment.

"Look at that, baby." I rasped, as I palmed my erection with my right hand, slowly working the length up and down, and then I squeezed. Beads of moisture leaking from the tip. "I want you to ride me."

As if she could not wait a second longer, she took no time before she lifted herself up and slid her panties to the side, then sunk into me.

We groaned in unison as she sank down fully. She was already so slick that I did not have to wait for her to adjust to my size like always. I was harder for her than I had been in months, my body responding to her in a way it hadn't for so long. As she began to move her hips, sliding out slowly before pushing back in. I buried my face in between her breasts, holding onto her tightly to keep her steady. Her name became a mantra on my lips, to remind myself that it was Asha, my wife, who I was making love to—not Vanessa, whose image I should have banished from my mind long ago.

Asha's movements became more frantic, more urgent, as she chased her release with wild abandon. She kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip as she rocked against me faster, and I responded with equal intensity. My teeth grazed her neck, and she bit me back, the sharp sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me. I pressed my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as we panted together, and I stared into her face in awe, captivated by her beauty.

Asha had always been beautiful, but in that moment, she was even more so. She was unguarded, her usual composure gone, her sighs and moans were raw and urgent. She repeatedly panted, "More, Aiden. Harder." She was completely surrendered to her desire, and it made her seem almost unreal. And for a moment, the strong connection drowned any thoughts of Vanessa.

I was already so deep inside her, but she kept trying to push herself down further, as if it wasn't enough. Normally, she always put my pleasure before her own, always attentive to my needs to the point that it felt deliberate. Methodical. But now, she was greedy, as though she needed to feel every part of me fill some void inside her. She became selfish, prioritizing her own pleasure before mine. The intensity of her desire surprised me, and it made me realize just how much she had been holding back, how much she needed me in ways I so callously ignored.

I gripped her hips so tight they might bruise, and I rocked her against me relentlessly. I was without mercy. I pumped myself up to meet every single one of her thrusts; my movement was grueling, punishing. She took and took, pushing my chest, pulling my neck, sucking my lips, biting me, as she rocked against me wildly.

"Baby," My whispers were terse, and I couldn't hold on much longer. I slid my hand in between us and rubbed the pleasure button so that she would reach her climax faster. I didn't want to come before her. I wanted to see her shattered while I was inside her, her thoughts overtaken by nothing but pleasure and me. I kissed her roughly and growled against her mouth. "Come for me."

And like the perfect submissive that she was, Asha came upon command. She came hard. The climax seemed to detonate inside her. Her body arched so far to the back that she almost fell from my lap, if not for my hands holding her hips. She writhes and squirmed, contracting against me, squeezing me hard almost to the point of pain. And she screamed; the sound was hoarse and guttural, like it was searing at her throat, not caring even a little what she sounded like. She screamed so loud that I was certain Kayden, whose room was the closest to us, would hear. Her climax went on and on, rippling through heras her body shook against me, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I slammed myself up to her so fast and hard, coming inside her.

I roared as fireworks exploded inside my head. The veins in my neck strained, pulling tight, while my vision blackened, a high-pitched ringing that drowned out everything else replaced my hearing. I was levitating out of my body, panting, shaking and twitching, and it was only after a few seconds, when my senses slowly returned, that I realized Asha had been watching me with some kind of awe. Her mouth slightly opened, her cheeks beautifully flushed, and her eyes were sultry, clouded with lust.

I felt my shaft immediately fill again, finding her looking at me like that. "Baby," I grunted, my hips were already moving upwards, ready for action. "I want one more."

Part 3: Asha

I woke to the soft light of the morning sun slipping through the curtains, casting the room with a warm, golden hue. The familiar warmth against my arm told me he was still there, asleep beside me. I turned to my side, taking in the sight of him. Aiden's face was relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. I let my eyes roam around every inch of his features, quietly admiring his beauty. His clear, tanned skin, marked by a day's worth of stubble, his straight, proud nose, those thick eyelashes that I always envied, concealing beautiful shades of brown that used to soften when they looked at me. My husband. My Aiden. The love of my life.

My cheeks warmed as I remembered last night. Last night was the version of Aiden that I hadn't seen for a long time. I missed it. I missedhim.My mind replaying every single moment as I continued tracing his handsome face with my eyes. I rode him twice on that couch, and my climax the second time was no less explosive than the first. He came as hard too.

Last night, when I finally shoved myself away from him, seeing him splayed there—debauchedly rumpled with his pants down his ankles and his member exposed, his designer white shirt a wrinkly mess and half unbuttoned, but still managed to look like an entitled, deviantKingthat he was and still larger than life. I almost jumped back onto his lap and rode him for the third time.

My heart pounded inside my chest, swelling with an overwhelming love, so intense it felt like it might burst free andsoar to him. I loved him so deeply, too deeply perhaps, that it teetered on the edge of being unhealthy. And he loved me. I knew he did. I knew what he had to let go to stay with me. I knew it was a very hard thing to do for him.

Aiden came back to me.

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