Page 33 of The Wife Deception
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to my phone. "You think too highly of yourself."
"I am simply a realist who understands his needs. And you are in denial of yours. Pretending that your phone is more interesting than our conversation will not help you."
I dropped my phone and placed it on the nightstand. "Fine. I'll prove it to you." He raised his eyebrow, and I swiped the pillow between us off the bed. It tumbled softly behind me as I placed my hands on the bed in the space between us and leaned forward. He stayed where he was, letting me move all the way until our lips touched.Even then, he remained still, my lips moving against his as I tried to kiss the same way he kissed me before. Seductively. Coaxing him.
I felt like a fish out of water, being the seducer he thought I was. But I was nothing like Aelin. I've only ever been with three other men and the relationships were nothing to write home about. And Nolan was nothing like the men—no boys I've been with before. My tongue slid into his mouth. A burst of electricity shot from my mouth and traveled down my body all the way to my center. My hands buckled, and I held on to his large arms. And as though I ignited something in him, he slid his hands to my lower back and drew me to him. I dissolved like jelly while my hands held on to him for dear life.
My hands slid, almost of their volition, to his torso. Further down to the rim of his boxer shorts, and inside, where I came in contact with his rigid erection. He jerked. Our lips separated, and he stared right into my eyes. I stroked him.
"Fuck." He bit his lips as though he were stifling a moan. It was so sexy it made me want to kiss him again. He groaned when our lips touched again. I continued stroking him as his hands slid up my thighs, drawing up my dress to my waist. I slid forward, pushing away a pillow with my knee until I was practically straddling him. His fingers found my center and his knuckles brushed my aching clit through my panties. It was my turn to moan. Nolan took it as encouragement and swiped my panties to the side and thrust his fingers into me. I felt a pearl of pre-cum on his cock and I rubbed it around the head.
"Aire," he whispered against my lips. "We need to—oh," he groaned and pulled my hand away. "I want you so bad." He gave me a light kiss and gently drew me away from him. "Are we really doing this?"His gaze was arresting. His lips swollen from our kisses. And I was on fire.
My body yearned to feel his fingers inside me again. Just like that, he had proven his thesis. He should gloat, but there was nothing but naked desire in his eyes. I wanted him just as he wanted me. It made me feel sexier than before. It was justsex; I told myself. Feelings didn't need to be part of this. We could just enjoy each other.
I leaned in and kissed him.
"Make love to me before I change my mind," I whispered against his lips. He groaned and encircled me with his arms, pulling me flat onto the bed. He splayed his body on top of me and slid his hand up my silk dress, pushing it up, his lips never leaving mine until the dress was at my head. He leaned on his elbows, pulled it up, removing it fully and throwing it next to the fallen pillows.
His scorching gaze made me feel self-conscious. The soft light that bathed the room suddenly felt like harsh fluorescent lighting that showed all of my flaws. I had to fight the urge to cover my breasts.
"You're so beautiful," he said, and my entire body warmed with the compliment. He was being nice, I thought. I could lose a few pounds around my waist and my thighs were thicker than I wanted to be.
"You don't have to lie," I said.
"We promised to be honest with each other, remember?" He dipped his head to my nipple and gently sucked while his hand played with the other. Suckling and rubbing both, alternatively until I was writhing against him. My hand went to his boxers again, but just as I was about to pull them down, he took both of my hands, imprisoned them in his, and swung them above my head. My breasts thrust upwards. My body displayed to him like an offering to a god.
His lips found mine again, and he gave me a kiss that was sweet at first but soon turned hard and thirsty, just before he left my mouth to make a trail of kisses from my neck, to my shoulder, chest, nipples, kissing each twice before moving further down my stomach, and further still until he reached my pussy. I gasped when I felt him blow on my clit. I heard a chuckle right before he licked it.
He ate my pussy like a man hungry for it. He devoured me as though he was on death row and I was his last meal. He had such control over me that all I could think of, concentrate on, was him and what he was doing to me. I writhed and moan until I reached the peak and shook in his arms as a massive orgasm took over my body.
Nolan let go of my hands and got off me, kneeling to remove his boxers, freeing a stiff cock. He threw them to the side, leaned over to the nightstand and took a gold square foil. Through my orgasm induced daze, I languidly watched him as he put on the condom with deft fingers. Then he took hold of both of my legs, opened them wide, and thrust his cock inside my pussy.
A frown marred his brow as he entered. He groaned. His voice sounded strained as he spoke. "Fuck, you're so tight."He thrust in slowly,agonizingly so, his cock filling me up and stretching me.
"That's because you're so big," I said.
He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me as he dragged out and slowly thrust back in. He was being deliberately slow. I could see it in the way he was biting his lip to control himself. My hands went to his butt and pushed him into me. "Faster."
"No."
"Nolan…"
"Beg."
"What?"
"You heard me." He withdrew slowly, so slowly that I almost cried out.
"You're a sadist."
His lips trailed against mine as he thrust back in, taking his time as though he was okay, delaying his orgasm forever. I couldn't wait anymore. Unlike him, I did not have the rigid control he had.
"Please," I cried. "Please Nolan. Fuck me. Hard."
He withdrew, and I moaned at the loss of his cock, but I had little time to react because he then flipped me over until I lay flat on my stomach. He drew up my legs, so I was kneeling, my breasts flat against the sheets. He gripped the sides of my hips and entered me from behind, his thrusts harder and faster than I could keep up with. I was like a sex doll in his hands. And I loved everyminute of it. My moans turned into whimpers as he drove me mad with lust. His hands trailed from my hips to my back, where he pulled my hair and drew me up, until I was in a kneeling position on top of him in his lap. He grabbed my waist and drove me up and down his cock.
"Fuck." I reached for his neck and tilted my face up for a kiss. He brushed his tongue against my lips as his hand went to my clit, where he brushed it a few times before I came apart in his arms. My knees felt so weak as I shook in his arms, but he kept thrusting, until I felt him stiffen and then heard a harsh groan as he jerked behind me, his cum flooding the condom. We both fell back onto the bed and he rolled beside me.
