Page 33 of Lust

Blood hammers in my ears.

“You know. You saw me put it on.”

“I did. But I haven’t seen it in person.”

“You’ll have to look.” I cover his hand with mine.

“No lights.” He finds the opening of the robe and gently parts the folds, sliding his fingers along the surface of my skin.

A shiver flows through my body as he grasps the lacy edge of the lingerie. Reading the pattern like Braille, he traces around the edges of my breasts and down over my belly. His mouth follows his fingers, stringing little kisses over the surface of my skin. When he reaches the place where the fabric plunges down past my belly button, he lifts his head.

“I’m only going to ask you once, Ruby. If you say yes, there’s no going back.”

The thundering of my heart nearly drowns out his next few words.

“Are you mine?” he whispers.

I know that my answer will rupture whatever barrier is holding him in check, unleashing twenty years of pent-up desire. I know I risk being swept away in the force of the flood that follows. But it’s too late. I’m already adrift in the sea of him, just waiting for him to pull me down into his depths. To the place where I am all his.

“Yes,” I reply, and hold my breath.

Grasping the sides of my robe, Aaron falls to his knees, pulling it off my shoulders as he goes. Skin suddenly exposed to the cool darkness, I shiver again. There’s a ripping sound as he tears my negligee in half, and his fingers grip my inner thighs as he spreads my legs apart.

“Open for me,” he demands. Liquid lust pools between my thighs.

“Now.” His voice sounds angry.

I move my legs apart.

He trails a finger along the lips of my pussy.

“You’re ready for me.” His face presses against me, tongue lapping at my clit.

“Mine,” he murmurs.

The vibration echoes through me, weakening my legs.

His finger slides up into me, and I press my eyes closed against the darkness, overwhelmed by the sensations. He adds another finger, pumping them rhythmically in and out while the pressure of his tongue intensifies. My breathing grows rough, gasping as I near the edge. It’s been a long time since I came with another person, and I feel suddenly self-conscious.

As though he can sense my hesitation, Aaron pauses, removing his fingers and leaving me panting. He stands up.

“Don’t be scared, Ruby. I need things from you. I need to make you come, and then I need to use you. I’m going to do things to you that might even hurt. But I’ll always make sure you feel pleasure, too.”

Illustrating his point, he pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, making me gasp.

“You just have to trust me.” He releases his fingers, and a rush of pleasure flows through me. “I’ve had twenty years to prepare for you, and I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.”

“Now.” He kneels again. “I’m going to lick you until you come all over my face, and then you’re going to take my cock just like my beautiful queen should have been doing every day since we first met.”

He sucks me into his mouth, teasing my pussy with two fingers, sliding them along my slick lips until my body starts to quiver, then plunging them in. I scream, and he licks and sucks me harder, pressing me against the wall with his other hand while I buck and shake. One orgasm catapults through me, then another.

“Aaron, please,” I beg. He responds by increasing the speed of his thrusts, pressing against my clit with a flat, hard tongue. I come again.

“Please stop.”

He removes his fingers and lifts his head. “You don’t decide when you’re done. I do.”

Slowly, deliberately, he inserts his two fingers back into my trembling pussy. His tongue finds my clit again, and he flicks it once, twice, then latches on and sucks while his fingers pump into me once more.

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