Page 69 of Deception & Desire

I reward her with another lick before returning to her clit. She moans in protest, too distracted to notice my middle finger at her entrance until I’ve plunged into her past the knuckle.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries as I begin to work her hard. My mouth never leaves her sensitive clit, sucking at it while I fuck her with my finger. Then with two.

Then, as my fingers curl inside her, I draw out a groan from her that practically rattles through the room. The thighs around my face begin to tremble, and my mouth replaces my fingers to fuck her one last time with my tongue.

She comes undone on top of me, and I relish every moment of it.

Finally, she dismounts, chest heaving. My hands trail after her, desperate not to be subjected to her absence.

“I need you,” she pants as she moves down the bed. “I need you in my mouth right now.”

I watch in near-stupefied wonder as the woman makes short work of my pants and frees me from my too-tight boxers. She eyes up my length greedily before her tongue darts out to lick carelessly, bottom to top, her lips pressing lightly over my swollen end.

It’s the most sinful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, Mia,” I groan at those eyes. Those fuckingeyeslook up at me through hooded lids.

I try to burn the image into my memory.

She holds my gaze as she drops down, and my mind goes entirely blank.

Somewhere in the haze of my subconscious, I’m aware of her groaning around my cock. I’m aware of the way the sounds vibrate across my skin.

I’m aware that she can’t swallow me whole, but she makes up for it with her hands wrapped around my base. I’m aware that her eyes water beautifully as she takes me to the very back of her throat.

A stronger man than me would have let this continue for hours. He would have basked in the glory of this moment for as long as humanly possible.

But I’ve never been a strong man when it comes to Maddison.

I grip her hair in warning, but she doesn’t move an inch, swallowing down my undoing without even flinching as star-filled darkness threatens to cloud my vision.

She sits up on her forearms with a satisfied smirk that I want to kiss straight off her face.

“Satisfied, are you?” I ask, though my voice sounds entirely wrecked.

Mia’s smile only grows as she hums happily, licking her lips. “I’m going to go clean up.”

I groan petulantly. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

She goes to stand, and I make a show of dramatically lying back down, listening to her feet pad into the ensuite as I let the euphoria settle all over my body.

It’s never felt like this before.

No one has ever felt like Mia before.

That woman…this woman…my woman.

My wife.

Mine.

We could do this forever if we wanted. There could be something here beyond sex and obligation. It would be easy. There’s no reason for us not to now, not when I already have my heart halfway through that particular door.

“Leon?”

“Come back to bed,” I moan, missing her and missing her.

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