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Pleasures of the Night(38)

By:Silvia Day


He muttered something in a foreign language and then withdrew, hushing her protest with his mouth. His fingertip, slick with her cream, circled her clit, then rubbed it with perfectly gauged pressure. Primed for orgasm by the things he’d done to her in the shower, Lyssa came with a cry, and Aidan held her reverently, stroking her with such tenderness, drawing out her climax until she settled limply into his embrace.

As Aidan laid her gently across her bed, Lyssa found she couldn’t think, could barely catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart thumped desperately in her chest. She could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he positioned her with her hips at the edge of the bed and then dropped to his knees.

“Please,” she breathed, her hunger flaring to renewed life. His large hands cupped her inner thighs and spread them wide. The color of his skin, so dark compared to her own, sent a shiver through her. The heat of his breath, gusting through her wet curls, made her muscles tense.

“Christ.” A rough, edgy sound escaped him as his thumbs held her lips open so nothing was hidden. “You’re melting.”

Lyssa’s back arched upward as he licked her in a slow, deliberate glide, then pulled back to look at her again.

He pointed his tongue and flicked it rapidly over the tiny slitted entrance to her body, licking up the liquid result of her recent orgasm. Then he tilted his head and thrust his tongue inside her.

She moaned, and her hands fisted in her pale blue comforter. Aidan draped her legs over his shoulders, so he could get closer. Wet, smacking sounds rose up as he ate at her as if she were a dessert he couldn’t get enough of, his tongue fucking in and out of her pussy with rapid, shallow strokes.

Aching, sweating, Lyssa cupped her breasts and pinched at her nipples, pulling them, trying to relieve their desperate hardness.

Growling his pleasure, Aidan reached up and brushed her hands away, his much larger ones surrounding her breasts and squeezing them with expertly gauged pressure. All the while he licked at her, sucked her, teased her.

“Yes,” she whispered, rocking her hips upward to match the lashing rhythm of his tongue. She reached down, her fingers sliding into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Make me come.”

Circling her clit with his firm lips, he tugged on it with soft suction, the tip of his tongue rubbing against the tiny bundle of nerves.

Lyssa climaxed with a breathless cry, arching upward as he continued the delicious torment until she begged him to stop, her flesh swollen and oversensitive.

Aidan smiled wickedly as he pulled away, licking his lips. “Now you’re relaxed enough to fit me,” he purred.

She couldn’t move a single muscle when he shrugged out from under her and rose to stand between her spread legs. The sight of him taking his long, thick cock in hand and tilting it down to breach her pussy was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. He was so deliberate in his movements, so focused, his gaze riveted to where the warm, silky smooth head of his cock was pressing into her.

The sound that came out of her throat was the embodiment of lust and longing. That beautiful cock was pushing into her, caressing slick, pulsing tissues, forcing them to part for him.

She writhed, struggling to take all that he had. “Protection?” she gasped.

“Trust me,” he urged. “It’s okay.”

Lyssa almost argued, but then found she couldn’t. Despite everything she didn’t know about Aidan, she believed he would never hurt her or put her in jeopardy. It was a bone-deep certainty that was unshakable. She felt comforted by his presence and his touch, as if she’d been waiting for him, longing for him to return. Even though she hadn’t known that he was the missing part of her life.

“Promise me you’ll remember this.” His voice was sandpaper-rough, his hands shaking where he held down her hips. “How it feels—you and me, connected—when we talk later about why I’m here.”

She remembered it already. The feeling that they had been together this way before was so strong, it was beyond mere déjà vu.

God, he was big.

She whimpered.

He rolled his hips and slid deeper, filling her in a way she knew only he ever had, or ever could.

Aidan felt wonderful inside her, truly divine, and when he leaned over her, Lyssa hugged him closer and tried to take more of him.

“Don’t rush.” He nipped her earlobe, the brief spot of pain causing her to jerk in surprise. “I’ll be inside you more times than I’m not. Waking, sleeping. I don’t want you sore.”

“I need you.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as he stroked deeper, massaging the broad head of his cock across the spot inside her that ached for him. She reached for his lean hips and tugged at the same time she lifted, forcing him in to the root, his heavy balls slapping against the seam of her ass.