WILLOW
“Aiden,” I moan. “Stop.”
I squeeze a fistful of his hair, rolling my hips around his mouth. He makes a low sound in his throat and it vibrates around my p***y walls. His tongue finds my entrance once more and he delves in deep, f*****g me with wet, eager strokes.
I’m so close. Any moment now, I fear the door is going to burst open.
Do I really want Theo to see this? To see me in this state of unhinged lust?
“I’m so close,” I pant, losing my ability to think. I’m drenched in sweat, even though the air conditioner is on. “Aiden. Please.”
He opens his mouth on me wider, over-stimulating my c**t with deep sucks.
He licks me once and sucks harder. The rush of my o****m hits me like a tsunami. My body seizes for one glorious moment and then comes the wave in all its glory. Might
