The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 148

“To memorize you.” His voice danced with the same desperation rushing down my belly. “Do you want

that?”

“Yes.” My voice sounded brittle, just as much as my sanity if he denied me. “I need you to touch me.”

Aaron grumbled, his chest rumbling with the sound. My hands flew back, landing on his shoulders and

arching my body for his taking.

His arm pulled me closer, my backside flush against him.

He rocked his hips, and then his hand trailed up and down my thigh. “Open up for me,” he demanded

into my neck while pushing my legs open with his knee from behind, widening my stance so it granted

him easier access. “Let’s finally see how wet you are.”

His fingers snuck under the edge of my panties, grazing the hair and skin there and making my legs

wobble at the pleasure of the powerful contact. Aaron’s hold on my hip tightened, pulling my back

against his hard length, and I felt it pulsating against my skin, even through the fabric of his pants.

Continuing his path, his fingers finally reached my wet folds, pressing for just an instant and then

gliding down slowly.

My lips parted as a moan climbed out of my body. I hadn’t been this wet or turned on in my entire life.

“Fuck.” Aaron’s curse wasn’t more than a rasp. “Is this all for me?”

If I’d managed to whimper an affirmative reply, I couldn’t know. I just guessed that whatever my answer

had been, it satisfied Aaron. Because his fingers moved up and down my folds, coating everything in

my pleasure, turning my blood into molten lava.

“If I slide my fingers inside your pussy, I’m going to lose control,” he told me in a deep and inky voice. A

warning, a promise. “Is that something you are ready for?” His thumb started circling my clit, almost

bringing me to my knees.

My back arched. “Aaron.”

His voice lowered even further. “That’s not an answer, baby.” His fingers increased their pace, making

me light-headed. “Do you want me to get you off and hold you until you fall asleep?” His other hand

rose to my breast, teasing my nipple. “Or do you want me to claim it with my cock?”

So commanding and yet so fucking thoughtful. Cherishing me, ravishing me. He was everything I

needed. Everything my body craved and my heart had been missing.

For what I would soon learn was the last time tonight, I told him what he’d demanded to hear. The truth

that I had kept under key deep inside. “I’m ready, Aaron.” I brought my hand to his, which was partly

covered by my panties. “Take me. All of me.” I tightened my hold on him and pressed both our hands

against my center. “Claim me.”

Aaron didn’t lose any time. One of his fingers slid inside me in one swift motion, a moan forming in the

depths of my chest at the blissful invasion.

God. It had been so long since nothing but my own fingers had been there.

“You are drenched, baby. All for me.” Aaron kept thrusting inside, adding a second fi

nger and bringing bright little spots to the backs of my eyes. “All of you, mine.”

Something started unraveling, cracking me wide open. Tilting my body toward the edge. “Aaron. This

… this is too much.”

Panting. I was panting as I lost control over my own body.

“It’s not too much. This is what real feels like,” he murmured against my neck as his other hand grazed

one of my breasts.

I was so close to toppling over. A million different sorts of sensations cascaded down my body,

spreading from every point where Aaron was touching me. Tattooing my skin. The way he thrust his

fingers inside of me. Or how he played with the tips of my breasts. The rocking of his hips against my

backside, in sync with the plunging of his hand. It was all too much. Too much.

“That’s it. I can feel your pussy gripping my fingers.” His words pushed me a little closer to the edge.

Every single second of this blissful torture blinding me with more pleasure. “Ride them, baby. Come on

them.”

And I did. Oh God, I did. I tipped over the edge. My head went spinning; my limbs were robbed of all

strength. And while I moaned and whimpered senseless words mixed with Aaron’s name, his fingers

kept driving inside of me. Dragging it out, walking me through it, until eventually slowing down and Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

coming to a stop over my still-pulsating center.

After what could have been a couple of seconds or a few minutes, Aaron extricated his fingers from

me. Tipping my head to the side, I looked up because I wanted to see his face. His handsome face and

ocean-blue eyes. I found him gazing down at me with a smile that was new. It was one that I had never

seen. One mixed with hunger and need and something else. Something more powerful than all that.

As I eyed him, probably with a spent and blissful look on my face, I watched how he lifted the fingers

that had been inside of me moments ago and introduced them inside his mouth. His eyes closed, and

his face contorted into an expression I would never forget. An expression that would be branded in my

mind for the rest of my goddamn life and that would haunt me in the wet dreams I’d start having now.

Aaron grunted, opening his eyes back and finding mine. “I could come only with your taste. With you in

my arms like this.”

So primal, so basic, so hot.

I couldn’t begin to articulate an answer, to move. He must have seen that because one of his arms

went below my legs and the other one around my back. Picking me up from the floor, he carried me to

the bed and placed me on the top of the velvety linen.

Aaron stood to one side of the bed, his fingers flying at the buttons of his shirt.

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