WILLOW
“You like that?” Aiden rocks his hips again, thrusting into me with precise slowness.
My throat vibrates with the sound of my moan. I nod, raising my hips and urging him to hit that sweet spot again.
“Right there?” He does it again and I nearly lose it.
“Yes,” I rasp. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
He groans and picks up the pace.
“Yes.” I moan. I arch my back, giving in to the pleasure. I lift my arms above my head, flattening my palms on the head board.
Aiden thrusts harder, f*****g me with renewed energy. The slapping sounds of our bodies connecting together fills the bedroom.
He brings his thumb down on my c**t. I’m not surprised to feel how swollen it is. He rubs gentle circles around the tingling bud, and then, he flicks his harder, working me at a maddening pace. I
