Page 53 of Wild Mistake
“Stand up, baby.” He rises out of the water with me. “Hold on to this.” Aiden takes one of my hands and places it on the ledge of a large rock, then he does the same with my other hand. “Perfect.” He grins wickedly before dropping to his knees. He kisses along my hip, then to the center of my mound. His hands spread my thighs and I use the rocks for balance as he moves my feet. He lowers himself until he’s inches from my center. “Ride my face. Use me. Make yourself come. I want this pussy. I need to taste you.”
Oh, fuck.I swallow hard and meet his hungry gaze. There’s no ambiguity to his desires. He’s laid them on the line and who am I to deny him when the thing he wants is exactly what I need.
I lower myself, closing the distance between his lips and my most sensitive spot. I’m already wet, not only from the water but from all the teasing leading up to this moment. Still. I gasp in surprise at the sensation of his warm mouth opening against my pussy.
I rock my hips, carefully at first.
His tongue darts out and finds my swollen clit. Pressing. Flicking. Sucking. His mouth works me over as his hands skim along my thighs, hips, and finally settle on my ass. “Come on, baby,” he breathes. “You won’t hurt me. Ride my face the way you’d ride my cock.”
Something in his demand snaps my hesitation.
I rock forward, allowing the weight of my body to grind down on his face. A gasp leaves my mouth. “Yes.” The friction of his beard with the increased pressure sends a fresh wave of arousal throughout my veins.
He groans, digging his fingers into my skin. I don’t know if it’s to encourage me or because he’s holding on for dear life, but he asked for it so I’m not about to stop.
My fingers grip the rocks tighter. My breath comes faster. The lapping waves melt together with the sounds of Aiden’s mouth on my center.
He sucks. Nips. Moans. Ravages my pussy as if I’m the best meal he’s ever had.
Shivers race down my spine.
His fingers run through my folds before slipping inside me. The scruff of his beard scrapes against my skin. His lips kiss and suck. But his tongue . . . God, his glorious tongue flicks and moves with such purpose. He overwhelms my senses. We were always good together, but this is next level. He’s not fumbling or exploring. He’s certain and determined, on a mission to extricate every ounce of pleasure from my body.
Fuck me. There’s nothing more I want in this moment.
I would do anything this man asked.
I’m his.
He touches me like he owns my body, and my pleasure is his reward.
I glance up to the sky, the starry night the only witness to my undoing.
“Yes,” I demand, the need inside my body drawing tight like a rubber band ready to snap. “Don’t stop.” I grip the rocks so tight that my hands go white. “I’m close. Aiden, I’m close.”
He reaches up and squeezes my breast. He tugs on my nipple and sends a shot of lust down my spine.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant, squeezing my thighs together as they shake.
Bless this man. He doesn’t back off or slow down, not for a second. If anything, his fingers seem to increase their pace, keeping time with his tongue.
Beads of sweat and water gather on my skin. My body is hot. Each touch shoots through me like a bolt of electricity. My muscles tremble and my body shakes. Then I’m flying, crashing, bowled over as my orgasm hits.
Aiden groans, lapping up my center with an enthusiasm that should earn him a Medal of Honor.Do they give those out for eating pussy? If not, they should.I sink into the pleasure, as tiny aftershocks ripple through my body.
“Sarah.” Aiden’s rough voice is filled with a reverence I don’t deserve.
My arms buckle at the exhaustion of holding myself upright. Awkwardly, I climb over Aiden who is still kneeling between my legs and sink back into the center of the pool where the water envelopes me in its warmth.
Feeling a little self-conscious, I drop my gaze to the water.
“Sarah.”
“Yeah?” I can’t bring myself to meet Aiden’s stare. I don’t know why. I have nothing to be embarrassed about. He was the one who asked me to ride his face.
“Hey.” He swims over. “Where’d you go?”
“My own head.” I try for a laugh but it lacks amusement. “Sorry.”
