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“I like being here. So much, Nash.”
My dick took notice as she bit my earlobe. I kept still, barely breathing, waiting to see what she’d do next. Her small, warm palm pressed against my cheek, and I turned my head.
She smoothed her lips over mine before she settled her mouth there, tongue dipping between my parted lips. My heart rate kicked up and my arms tightened around her of their own accord.
I turned her a little so her neck wouldn’t strain as she kissed me—and so I could palm her gorgeous ass. She moaned into my mouth when my hand slid down to her upper thigh. She pressed her breasts into my chest, her nipples pebbled hard against the soft cotton of her shirt and mine.
The kiss went on and on, each swipe of my tongue bringing forth a new flavor or texture I had to savor. Kissing Aya was more than foreplay; it was a sensual give-and-take unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Her lips quivered against mine when I slid my hand from her thigh, under her top, and up her rib cage. She opened her mouth wide, moaning, tipping her head back harder into my supporting hand when I plucked at her taut nipple. She pressed tighter into my lap as I used the heel of my hand to swirl her areola.
“I like that,” she moaned against my lips.
“I can tell,” I said. Humor trickled through me, but it was vastly outweighed by the heavy hit of lust.
When Aya arched her back, pressing her breasts against my palm, my erection firmed, and I was desperate for her to grind down onto it, giving me the friction I craved.
“Ay, this is getting so hot.”
“Yes,” she murmured, going back to sucking on my earlobe.
“I promised you…”
“That you’d love me.”
“I do.”
She pulled back and her eyes burned. “Prove it.”
I loved every single second of her goading me. I pinched and plucked at her nipple again as I placed soft, open-mouth kisses against her pulse at her throat. She shifted, restless in my lap, but I wasn’t going to give her a hard fuck.
Aya deserved more. She needed it slow, deep—so deep she didn’t know where she ended and I began. And then, when she’d lost her mind to the pleasure I could give her, I’d pound her body so hard, she would never forget I’d been there.
Best fucking plan I’d ever created.
Executing proved harder than expected, though, because Aya had her own ideas.
21
Aya
I’d missed the profound pleasure I found in Nash’s arms, and though I understood we still had work to do, I wanted to connect with him on this physical level. This seemed a way we could move forward—a way we’d always understood each other. I couldn’t stand being so separate from him any longer.
I scooted back on his lap, toward his knees, making sure to grind down hard as I shifted. Nash’s eyes flared wide, those storms turning hazy. My hands slid down his pecs, flattening over those impossible abdominals to his tight hips. I grasped the edges of his T-shirt and yanked the material over his head. He sputtered, spitting out the cotton that must have gotten caught in his mouth.
I giggled even as I leaned forward, my lips taking the same path my hands had moments before. Once I reached his navel, I slid to the floor and moved my hands to the button of his jeans.
But then came his voice. “Ah, ah, ah, love. I have some unfinished business.”
He scooped me up and settled me back on the wide leather sofa. The way he whipped off my jeans and panties led me to believe he wasn’t quite as in control of himself as his voice suggested.
He dipped his head and buried his cheeks between my thighs, licking at the crease where thigh met buttock. He nipped the skin there before soothing it with his tongue. I expected him to move to the other side, but he used his hands just above my knees to pry my legs farther apart and kissed me—full-on tongue to my folds.
I arched my back, shocked by the contact even as my body tried to force my lower lips against his gentle ministrations. I moaned. He kissed me deeper, parting my wet flesh with his tongue and delving deep inside me.
My thighs shook, and I tried to tighten them around his head, but he kept just enough pressure to keep my legs open—my body open—to his will.
And he willed to love me deep and soft, which he proved over the next few minutes. I tried to twist, unsure if I wanted to move from or get closer to his nips, sucks, and licks.
