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Then I get on my knees behind her.

“I need to taste you,” I rasp, and with a big, flat tongue I lick from clit to entrance, and she cries out. “Mmm.” I lap her up, certain she’ll be close again soon. My cock is about to fucking explode in my trousers.

Again, I stop, and she whines. This time I take my clothes off, and she turns her head on the bed, watching me as the shirt and trousers come off.

“Are you going to fuck me yet?” she asks.

“Soon.”

My erection springs free as I pull my boxers down, and she groans at the sight. I love watching her watching me, especially when she has her arse in the air like that.

I slide my fingers through her pussy again, and she turns her head to the other side. She’s so wet, two of my fingers slide right in and she inhales sharply. I groan as the walls of her pussy squeeze around my fingers. I curve them, walking my fingertips inside her, finding what makes her moan, clench, gasp. It’s when I do a harder hook motion, in and out, that she starts grasping the sheets.

“Oh my God,” she cries. I keep going, fucking her with my fingers, relishing the sounds coming from her and the slapping of the wetness as I move in and out of her. But although it seemed like it was going somewhere, her moans subside after a while. I lost it. But fuck, that was hot. Those sounds.

“Are you ready for me inside you now?” I ask.

“That was so fucking good, Aiden. You make me feel things I’ve never felt,” she says, pushing off from the bed.

“I love touching you.”

“I want to ride you now,” she says, biting her lower lip.

“First, let me get you naked. Sorry, I got carried away.” I pull her dress over her head, and remove her bra. Kissing her naked breasts, breathing her in. She hugs me close, my dripping erection against her lower belly. I press my lips against hers, and we melt together. Her warm skin against mine. Her soft curves against my hard edges. I splay my fingers across her back, touching as much of her as I can, sliding one hand into her hair and one down to grasp her arse cheek. I groan into our kiss.

Then she turns us and pushes me onto the bed.

“My turn to be the boss,” she says, a cheeky smile on her face I’ve not seen before, but it’s an expression that hits me right in the chest. I have to see her like this for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

what if i squash you?

LINNEA

“Where do you want me?” Aiden asks. This tan, sculpted man and his massive erection. Where do I even start? I know what I want to do.

Do I dare to?

Fuck, he’s got me soaking wet. Three times, he had me so close to coming. That cheeky man, edging me like that. He’s incredible. Softly, kindly, gently trying to make me come, but never insisting. Just allowing me to get to know myself. What makes my toes curl. And fuck, it all feels incredible with Aiden.

“You said you want to ride me,” he says. “Come on my face, Linnea.”

How does he read my mind like that? I want to ride his face so badly. To feel that thick tongue of his between my legs.

He lies down and I crawl over him.

“Gladly,” I breathe, and rub my wet folds and throbbing clit on his hard cock as I make my way up. He groans and grabs me, manoeuvring me up to his face. To his now dark, hooded eyes and that easy, sexy smile. Ready to devour me. With my knees on either side of his head, he nudges me to lower down.

“What if I squash you?”

“I’ll die happy.”

I laugh, but let him guide me down, and when his mouth makes contact right where my body is aching for it, I’m lost. Moving with his tongue, I grind against his mouth and his chin, showing him I want it more, deeper, harder. I take what I want.

Me doing this, taking control and allowing myself to receive pleasure, says more than words ever could express. He’s opened me up in a way I never imagined could be possible.

This. This is a new me. I’m riding my boyfriend’s face.