Page 103 of Truth and Tinsel


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I gasp. It’s been a while, and it feels so good to have him touch me this way.

His tongue presses in, and drags up my slit, and his lips close around my clit.

He sucks.

I begin to shake. One lick, one suck, that’s all it’s taking to get me there.

“Aiden.”

He licks me again and again. He lifts my hips and touches his tongue to the tight hole, licking down to my pussy again.

I clench around his fingers.

“I don’t have lube.” He kisses my clit. “Next time, I’m taking you there.”

It won’t be a first for us. We used to do it often. Our sex playbeforehe got busy was long and inventive.

My hands tangle up in his hair. He looks at me, and as he does, he circles my clit with his tongue.

I start to pant.

My thighs shake.

“I want to be inside you when you come.” His voice is hoarse.

I watch with pleasure as he rises and gets rid of his clothes, because my husband looks good.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

“Always.” I hold my hand out and he takes it.

He gently presses me back on the bed, his body following mine, until he covers me.

The familiar weight of him, the heat radiating from his skin, makes me moan.

My hands find their way to his shoulders, tracing the muscles that tense beneath my touch.

"I've missed you so much," he murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear. His breath is warm, sending ripples of desire cascading through me. "Not just your body. Everything about you."

He drags his hands down my body as he suckles my breasts. He rests his palm over my pussy for a moment before I feel the tip of his penis brushing against my sensitive clit.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he demands.

“How good it’s going to feel when you’re inside me.”

“That’s my wife.” He slams into me.

We both cry out at the pleasure.

“Mia, baby, I’m home,” he says in a voice that tells me how desperately he’s been wanting this.

I’ve never felt this cherished, this loved, not even when we were married.

He drags his cock out and then shoves it back in.

The pace is slow, but his movements are hard and deep.

I feel full of him.