Page 104 of Truth and Tinsel


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He surrounds me, in and out.

“Oh God!” I scream when I feel his fingers on my clit.

“Give me yourtit,” he orders.

I do, and he suckles my nipple as he moves in and out of me, as his finger plays with my clitoris.

The onslaught of all three has me shaking.

“Aiden, how do I feel?” I whimper.

He bites my nipple. “Like fucking heaven. Now, come all over my cock.”

His words do it.

I erupt like a geyser, shuddering.

His fingers continue to touch my clit, he continues to pound into me, and his mouth keeps the pressure on my nipple.

It’s never happened before, but even as I’m coming down from an orgasm, I can feel a new one build.

“Ah,” I rasp.

“I can feel it.” He looks at me and begins to pound now. “Give it to me, Mia.Give it to me.”

And I do, which prompts him to lose control until he’s pouring inside of me.

We slowly come down from our high.

His lips trace a path along my collarbone, and the familiar pattern of his kisses—the way he knows exactly where to linger, where to apply pressure—makes me arch toward him. He shifts above me, one hand sliding beneath the small of my back to pull me closer.

“All okay?”

“Yes. This feels like coming home," I admit, my voice catching. "And that scares me."

His hand stills against my back. He lowers his head until his lips are inches from mine, searching my face with an expression I can’t quite read.

"Maybe that's alright. Maybe we can be scared together."

It’s the perfect thing to say.

I reach up to touch his face, my fingertips tracing the familiar line of his cheekbone.

He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to my palm.

The simple gesture sends warmth shooting through me, pooling low in my belly. I’d forgotten how tender he is.

I’m aware that the last barrier between us fell when we made love.

I spent months convincing myself that leaving was the right choice, that the pain between us is too deep to heal. I’ve never, in my life, been happier to be wrong.

"I've missed this," I whisper brokenly. "Missed you."

“Me, too, baby.”

We lay tangled together, close, and let sleep claim us.

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