Page 95 of One Time in Paris
A shallow moan hitched from her throat as his mouth sank against her clit.
“Oh yes,” she managed, gripping the comforter below her.
He made a slow circle around her clit with his tongue, sending an electric pulse shooting hard through her, her thighs clamping hard around his head. He pulled away, just slightly. “You’re absolutely delicious,” he growled, before returning his mouth to her.
He’s fucking incredible with his mouth.
Her body started to quiver, and as she grew even wetter, he pushed his fingers inside her, satisfying—enough for now—the aching need she had to be filled by him.
“Aiden,” she panted. “I need?—”
She couldn’t finish the statement. The waves of pleasure grew stronger, and the pressure of his tongue against her clit increased.
“More,” she managed, then gripped his hair, holding him tight against her. Her hips rose to meet his kisses, an intense feeling bubbling within her, threatening to boil over with explosive force.
“Come for me, Isla,” he demanded, his fingers pushing deeply inside her.
She buckled, then her orgasm ripped free, tearing through her with force as she moaned loudly. Her ears rang, waves of pleasure tingling down to her toes as she fell slack against the bed.
He waited until she’d completely stilled, then lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Good?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned. Then she drew a deep breath, a wild, feral feeling coming over her.
“Come here,” she said, beckoning him farther onto the bed.
He climbed toward her, then she pounced, flattening him against the mattress. She straddled him, dragging her swollen clit over his hard length as she held his gaze. “But I want more.” Then she sank down on him in one fluid motion, taking him deep inside her.Hard.
Their groans were both loud and breathless. The feeling of him buried deep inside her made her pant, and she pulled back, holding his gaze.
Aiden was inside her.
Fully, deeply.
Inside.
“Oh God, Aiden,” she whispered.
Their mouths came together once again, the kiss deep and fast as she rocked her body against him, nothing slow and lingering as they fucked.
Right now, she just needed him. The feel of his cock buried deeply inside her, his hips pushing against hers, connecting with every grind of her body.
“I love fucking you,” she whispered, pulling away just enough to slide up and down his shaft.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Isla.”
She sank her lips into his neck, biting and sucking the skin there. She’d never wanted to mark anyone so much in her life.Claim him.
All for me.
“I’m yours. And you’re mine.” She ground harder still, a wave of pleasure beginning to swell to a crest.
“Yours, baby,” he growled back, bucking harder inside her.
Oh my God.
She rode each wave of pleasure that came with him, filling her to the hilt, then withdrawing slightly but never fully pulling out.
Deep. Intense. Intimate.
