The Absolution of Aidan(34)

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I set my eyes on you. We’re alike, you and I. There’s no denying we set each other’s asses aflame, we get on each other’s nerves, we yell, scream. But Christ, woman, when you get a hair up your sexy ass, and your mouth starts spewing off smartass shit, do you have any idea what that does to me? The night we fucked until neither one of us could walk, the night we made our son, was the best night of my entire life, and that was before I even knew he existed. So yes, Deidre, I wanted you then and I most definitely want you now.”

I’m done talking. I want and need to taste her. A few moments ago she said I barged in here and ruined a perfectly good orgasm. I know for a fucking fact if she had or was going to have one, there is no way in hell it would have been perfect. The one I’m about to give her with my tongue will be, though.

My chest rises and falls. My cock is still achingly hard. I shift my body around, lower my hands down to her waist, and in one swift movement, I have her straddling me. Her wet pussy slides across my cock. I hiss from the glorious contact.

“What are you doing?” I glance over to the baby monitor she told me she keeps on her nightstand, silently praying the baby stays asleep. Then I tear my unanswered gaze back to her beautiful face. God, she undoes me. She makes me crazy with need for her.

“You said I ruined an orgasm. One you claimed to be perfect. I’m going to remind you what a perfect orgasm feels like.” One side of her mouth twists up while her humiliation diminishes.

“Really? And what about you?” She begins to glide her pussy across the tip of my cock.

“Don’t you worry, baby, with what I have in mind we’ll both be coming so hard in each other’s mouths we may wake up the entire State of New York.” I ease us both farther back onto the bed until I’m confident we have enough room before I lower the top half of my body onto the bed.

“Turn around and sink that sweet-smelling pussy on my face, Deidre.” Her mouth gapes open, giving me a glimpse of her wicked tongue. “Keep that mouth open and take my cock.”

I notice her trying to camouflage her excitement. She wants this as bad as I do, she wants it so much she can’t stand it. It’s too extreme, whatever we had or will have between her and I. We were both just too caught up in the worry, the desire to strike out to hurt one another. Back then it was like we couldn’t help ourselves. Not anymore.

And fuck me, when she shifts her weight off of me and slings her sexy figure around, and I get my preview of her pretty little pussy, I grip her hips hard and inhale her scent deeply before drilling my tongue into her silky flesh. She moans, unselfishly offering me what I’ve craved ever since I had my first taste of her a year ago. Pulling her down onto my face as far as I can get her, I lick my tongue straight up her center.

“Fuck,” I rustle out the minute her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock. My eyes roll into the back of my damn skull the instant she pulls me into her mouth. Goddamn, she knows how to play my cock. It’s hard as fuck to concentrate when she’s sucking then twirling her magical tongue. I don’t even want to know how she learned to speed up, stroke, and fucking tease.

Multi-tasking has never been easy for me, but right now, I solely try to focus on her. I want to hear my name come out of her mouth by me being the one to make her come. She begins to grind on my face, while my hips move up and down in tandem with her sensual mouth.

I lick every part of her pussy I can get my mouth on. She taste exactly as I remember. Sweet and fresh. A meal I want to gorge on. And I do. I eat her. I lick her. I suck her clit until I feel her start to spasm all around me, the taste of her appealing orgasm soaking into my mouth, quenching my dying thirst for her.

“Oh, my god, Aidan.” She lifts her head, screams out her words, and goes right back to taking my cock in her mouth. I breathe in the scent of her pussy, bury my face up against her silky core, and take her orgasm. Conquer it. Own it. Devour it.

Then it happens, my balls tighten, my spine loosens, and without an ounce of warning even to my own damn self, I let loose a sling of cuss words and come harder than I did when I jacked off. She laps at my cock, taking every bit of my release down her throat.

“Now, that was the perfect orgasm.” Taking her mouth off of my cock, I lift her pussy from my face. My vision stays locked on her wet pussy as she swings her legs around me and pushes herself up off the bed. My chest is about ready to explode with happiness hearing those words escape from her.

“Then throw that plastic motherfucker away. I have many more of those to give.” I’m not teasing, either. She knows it when I sternly charm my way into her heated evaluation of my intent, as she tries to decide whether I’m serious or not.