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“You want to do it again?” The surprise in her tone is like a thorn in my thumb. “When?”

“How about…” I sit up and flip her over so her back is on the couch. I push her legs apart. One rests on the ground. I hook her other ankle on the back of the loveseat. Her bare pussy is red and leaking, begging for my touch. “In about fifteen minutes. After I’m done making you come with my mouth.”

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Isla

Aiden watchesme through hooded eyes. Soft and satisfied, his expression is one I’ve never witnessed on his face before. With unhurried movements, his fingers slip between my thighs, and he runs the tip of one along my slit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

My neck is crooked against the arm of the couch and my chin rests on my chest. I look down at him between the valley of my heaving breasts. Our gazes lock over the modest swell of my stomach. Hot anticipation sweeps through me as he lazily leans forward and runs his tongue over the path his finger traced. My eyes flutter shut and my chin tips back with a moan.

“Eyes on me, starshine.”

Returning my vision to him is a struggle. I’m hanging on the edge. His cock felt amazing inside of me, so stretched and full, that despite the short duration, I nearly reached the peak. His finger on my clit was the perfect addition, and I have no doubt with a little more time Aiden could get me there. It didn’t happenthis first time, so now I’m hot and bothered, my pussy aching with the incessant throb begging me to find release.

His baby blues blaze with lust as his tongue circles my clit. I gasp and writhe, thrusting my hips toward his hot mouth. Not needing any more direction, he wraps his lips around the little bead and sucks.

“Yes, Aiden. There,” I pant. I take my nipple in one hand and thread the other through his hair.

“Tell me what you like.” The words vibrate against my clit, sending intense shocks through me.

“Put your finger inside me.”

Aiden follows my lead, adding a second when I ask. “Like this?” His husky words send a tingle down my spine. The warm liquid pool in my abdomen turns molten.

“You already know how to do this part,” I pant.

“What about this?” He dips his head again, adding his tongue into the mix. While his fingers drive steadily into me, he laps around them.

My stomach hollows as he strokes my g-spot. “My clit. Lick my clit.”

He hums his agreement against me, the vibrations only heightening the mix of sensations. With my grip on the back of his head, I hold him on the spot I need him most to come.

“I’m almost there.” A moan rips through me as he doubles his efforts. This man might lack experience, but his eagerness to please is more of a turn-on than any cocky chatter could ever be—especially when most of those talkers lack the moves to back it up.

Aiden doesn’t have to pretend. His honesty and openness is refreshing and sexy. He’s not afraid to fess up to his skills and where he lacks. That just means he could use some practice, and I’m more than willing to let him use my body to figure things out.

“You taste so good,” he grunts between licks. “Like smoke and sugar.”

“Keep going.”

“I want you to come on my tongue, Isla. I want to drink you.”

“Yes,” I pant. I grip him tight and pull him closer.

“Mm,” he breathes. His blue eyes blaze with a fire that mimics what I feel inside. “Are you going to come, beautiful?

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“You’re squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.”

“Don’t stop.” My thighs twitch around his ears. My foot on the floor lifts, and I wrap my knee around his shoulder. I arch and writhe, pressing as close as I can to where he works me over.

He doesn’t quit. I fight to keep my eyes on his as pleasure rips through me. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks and his fingers thrust in the perfect rhythm. I explode around them, coming apart beneath him. My breasts quiver with uneven breaths as I scream his name into the quiet.

Aiden slows but doesn’t stop. He works me over the edge with gentling motions until his fingers cease moving and his tongue draws light and lazy over my swollen skin.

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