This couldn’t be my first time feeling such pleasure. But damn it, it felt like it. This was foreign to me. I’d thought I was ready for this. I was wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the way this man had me writhing on the bed.
My hips bucked, my body no longer belonging to me. It belonged to Aiden. It was his instrument, and he was playing it so well. He had my pussy singing for him. He had me moaning in ways I couldn’t ever remember moaning.
This man had me hitting high notes I hadn’t known I could reach. I’m pretty sure I was trying to moan his name, but all I could get out was the A, and I was moaning it in every key there was.
Closing my eyes, I attempted to breathe through the pleasure. But at this point, my entire body was trembling and I couldn’t stop it. I cried out, the sound echoing through my head as I ground my body against his mouth.
Damn it,I wanted to make this last. I couldn’t. It felt too good, and that tongue was moving just right, determined to send me over the edge. I was hanging on by one finger now, about to fall.Fuck it,there was always a round two.
Letting go of my pride for a second, I rode his face without shame, bucking against his mouth while his tongue delved between my slick folds as he drank down all my juices. My back arched again, and my fingers tightened in his hair.
My thighs trembled against his shoulders as I begged him to keep going, soft, broken pleas tumbling from my lips like I’d forgotten how to speak coherently.
“Aiden... don’t stop. Please, baby...I need... you.”
He didn’t stop, didn’t come up for air. His mouth stayed locked on me, tongue working in deep, hungry strokes. My moans grew louder, drowning out the rasps of my ragged breaths and the wet sounds between my thighs.
His eyes found mine as he devoured me, and that look...focused, hungry, possessive... dragged another broken sound from my lips. I gripped his hair tighter, rocking against his face, riding every lick, every suck, every sinful flick of his tongue.
I couldn’t stop myself, didn’t want to. My body was flushed, and I could feel the orgasm building. He closed his eyes and moaned, and I swear I came a little bit right then and there. The pressure low in my belly coiled tighter and tighter, rising higher and higher.
My heart raced, hips moving faster now. There was no rhythm to my movements. No sensual elegance to the sounds I was making. Just pure lust and hunger as I fucked his mouth. He moaned against me again, and the vibration sent a jolt straight through my core.
I gasped, chasing that high that was fueled by his hunger for me. I was grinding against his mouth, shameless and wild, using his tongue like it belonged to me. And the way he groaned for me told me it did.
This man had his nose pressed against me, mouth full of me, like he didn’t even want to breathe unless it was through me. This pussy had become his meal, his oxygen, his everything.
“Aiden...” I gasped, voice shaking. “I... I'm gonna....”
That was all I could get out. He growled low and sucked harder, his tongue sliding in circles, then back to flicking thatsensitive spot until I broke, shattering into a million pieces. My back bowed. My legs clamped around his head. And I came.
Hard.
The orgasm slammed into me, igniting every nerve in my body. White hot pleasure damn near blinded me. My thighs quaked uncontrollably. My hands fisted in his hair, holding him there, forcing him to take every drop. And he did.
He kept licking, kept sucking, kept drinking from me like he couldn’t get enough. My body jerked with each aftershock, and still, he didn’t stop. He licked me through it, worshipped me through it, his hands stroking my thighs now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from me until I collapsed on the bed, breathless and spent.
Only then did he stop licking. But he didn’t move away. He stayed there, between my legs, nuzzling my inner thighs and pressing tender kisses against my clit. I watched him, chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath.
For a long time, we lay that way, neither of us in a hurry to move, both of us trying to piece ourselves back together. Then slowly, his gaze rose to mine. The moment our eyes met, a sense of déjà vu washed over me along with an influx of emotions.
Emotional memories of love and arousal flowed through my veins. I may not remember him yet, but looking into his eyes made me feel closer to him. Part of me remembered those eyes. Part of me remembered this man... my husband.
Part of me remembered the love we’d shared, and all of me wanted it back. I was determined to get it back. Not just the sex,everything. I wanted back the life I’d had with this patient, loving, and savage man.
Releasing his hair, I placed my hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes and rested his face against my palm. He even rubbed his face against it, proving that he was craving my touch, missing it, missing me, and the life we’d once had.
My throat tightened. My chest ached. Tears blurred my vision as those emotional memories damn near overwhelmed me. I loved the husband I couldn’t remember. And he loved me too. I would hold on to these thoughts during those moments when I began to waver.
I would hold on to them when I remembered things that made me question our relationship. I would hold on to this feeling whenever doubt slipped in and tried to derail our progress. I would hold on to this love. I would hold on to this man. My husband.
“I love you,” he whispered, voicing aloud what I wasn’t quite ready to say.
Soon. Just... not yet. He kissed the inside of my thigh once more before lowering my legs to the bed. My eyes remained glued to his as he crawled up my body, every inch of him brushing against my oversensitive skin.
He placed his hands on the sides of my head and stared down at me. I waited, breath held, expecting him to say something. However, he seemed content to just stare at me, gaze intense and full of promise. In his eyes, I saw the words I was holding back.
I saw all the emotional memories that were weighing heavily on my heart, waiting for me to explore them. I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wasn’t prepared to be completely vulnerable in that way just yet. Afraid that he’d want to talk about those emotions, I decided to break the silence.
