by Exley Avis
“Fuck me,” she begged, weak with unspent desire.
Knowing how he loved to watch her touch herself she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, ready to give herself the orgasm Aiden seemed intent on denying her.
“I’ve been punished enough,” she moaned. “Now fuck me.”
The sight and delicious smells of Erika’s hot, wet sex stripped away the last of Aiden’s resistance and he plunged himself into her.
The thick, hairy base of his cock opened her pussy lips wide and she cried out, not caring who heard her.
She braced herself against the table when he withdrew for a second thrust. She’d been dripping wet and ready for him but still he stretched and filled her more than she’d anticipated and her body yielded to receive him.
The swollen head of his cock jammed up hard inside her before drawing back against her G-spot and slamming inside again. Every stroke sent Erika spiralling toward fulfilment but she refused to give in to it.
She wanted to stay like that for ever – on the brink of orgasm, with Aiden fucking her from behind like she’d never been fucked before.
His thick pubic hair rasped the twice-tender skin on her bum, reviving the delicious sensation of every slap. As if reading her mind, Aiden pulled her hips toward him and ground himself against her, scratching her soft, pink cheeks sore again.
The reflection of his long, strong cock sliding so easily in and out made her pussy swell around him, increasing the friction and heightening the already unbearable pleasure.
At every stroke, his heavy balls slapped against her clit, hairy and rough against her smooth, shaved sex. He held her hips rigid, his big hands gripping her pelvis and controlling the speed of their movements.
This was his fantasy. His fuck. And he dictated the pace.
Had he not held her so tightly, Erika might have fallen. Her legs weakened as the pleasure intensified and she finally reached the point of no return. Focusing on the reflection of Aiden’s hairy, horny, muscled torso thrusting behind her, she let her climax build.
It began in her fingertips and spread up the nerve endings into her arms. From there it erupted into her breasts, which swelled and flushed. She pinched and tweaked her nipples, mimicking the nips of Aiden’s teeth while he watched her intently. His eyes drank in the horny sight of her pleasuring herself while his cock fucked her velvety sex even harder.
The familiar groan from somewhere deep within him told Erika he’d come within seconds and she let go completely.
Rapture thundered down her body and into her liquid core, meeting the sensations racing upwards from her ankles.
Aiden’s strong, rough-haired legs chafed the backs of her thighs like emery against silk. His fingertips pinched against her hip bones. His thick cock stretched her sex, inflaming its searing depths.
He consumed and invaded every inch of her body, branding his possession across every atom and fibre. He pierced her soul, the way he penetrated her sex, and at every turn she yielded.
She was his and only his.
She absorbed him inside her. Clenched her sex around his cock. Opened her body to the pleasure he thrust into her with every stroke. Relinquished herself to him and finally plunged into the hottest, strongest, sweetest climax she’d ever experienced.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, barely able to form the words. “Harder.”
Her body seized and her orgasm obliterated everything except the thrust of his huge cock inside her.
Aiden’s balls emptied themselves into her, his thrusts urgent. The muscles in her pussy pulsated around him, drawing every last drop from him and draining his spirit into her.
Spent, hot and breathless, Aiden pulled Erika back up against his body and his hands found her breasts. His skin burned white hot, the hairs on his chest dampened by exertion. He smelt virile, masculine and so horny Erika thought she might come all over again by just inhaling the potent blend of his body’s musk.
“I love you Erika Fenn,” he said against her ear, although he could hardly breathe. “And I want to fuck you like this every night of my life.”
“Permission granted.” She gave the deep, throaty post-coital laugh that Aiden had always found so sexy. “Although you have some serious apologising to do first.”
She edged her hips forward so his cock slid out of her and her sex tingled at the thick, hot cum spreading down her thighs. She sat back up on the table top, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. The cold mirror against her back sent shivers through her incandescent body.
“What do I need to apologise for?” Aiden asked, smiling against her breasts as he kissed them tenderly. “For giving you the fuck we’ve both been dreaming off for the last year?”
Her rapidly-cooling skin reheated under his mouth. “No. For spanking me so hard.”
“You loved it. You were more turned on than I was.”
She wouldn’t deny it. “I still need you to kiss it better. My bum is very, very sore and your tongue had better start making amends.”
Aiden took her face between his hands and lowered his lips to hers, finding the same sensual heat his cock had found earlier. He moaned contentedly. His fingers raked her hair back from her face and his hands began exploring her body again, reviving sensations both of them thought were spent.
“That’s the kind of apology I don’t mind making,” he said against her lips. He pulled her legs around him and lifted her clear of the dresser, his mouth never leaving hers.
He carried her across to the bed and lay her down gently before turning her over to look at her reddened cheeks. His big hand smoothed across it, a sensual scratch marking out the hard skin of the blister on his palm and reminding Erika that there was still plenty to learn about her lover’s body.
For now however, she stretched out contentedly and relaxed while Aiden’s mouth began to atone for all the sins he was yet to commit.
Chapter Thirteen
The dresser from Vera Wang tightened the wide, ribbon laces down the back of Erika’s full-skirted gown. It had been specially designed for her in secret fittings and tailored to fit each curve perfectly, cinching in her waist and allowing her full breasts to rise tantalisingly above the décolletage.
Aiden would love it.
It left her shoulders bare and she knew he’d spend the entire day making ridiculous excuses to get her alone so he could drop secret kisses along her collarbone and down into the soft hollow between her breasts.
She smiled in anticipation.
A cluster of fresh freesias had been used to pull the hair back from her face but the rest of it hung loosely down her back, a stark contrast against the stiff, white silk. The heady scent of lilies from her bouquet filled the room, intoxicating Erika until the nervous ball in the pit of her stomach felt ready to explode.
The woman engaged to do Erika’s hair and make-up for the day applied a final coat of lip gloss and tucked away a stray hair before standing back to admire her handiwork.
“Will I do?” Erika asked, although her stunning reflection was the only reassurance she needed.
“You look beautiful,” the dresser said, sentimental tears rising to her eyes as she looked at Erika. “If you’re ready, Mr Thirstan’s waiting outside.”
“Pacing the corridor impatiently,” the hairdresser corrected her. “He’s been out there half an hour already.”
The two women packed away and left, sending Aiden in to the bedroom. Erika saw him in the mirror and half-turned, a satisfied smile on her face at his reaction.
“You are, without doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he gasped, hesitating in the doorway as if afraid to approach her. “If you didn’t have my heart already, I’d fall in love with you right now.”
“Well don’t let me stop you. I fall in love with you every time I open my eyes and see your face on the pillow beside me.”
Aiden gave her the slow, sensual smile that he reserved only for her, and which always let her know exactly what he was thinkin
g.
“I still can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said, closing the door and walking toward her. “The past five months have been the happiest I’ve ever known.”
Erika reached up and touched his face tenderly. “I love you, Aiden Thirstan. And I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life proving it to you every day.”
He smiled down at the woman he adored, desperate to kiss her but knowing he couldn’t disturb a hair until after the wedding ceremony. His greedy eyes absorbed every detail of her dress, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts above its beaded bodice.
“For future reference, how do I get you out of this?” he asked, looking as though he wanted a trial run there and then.
“You just undo the ribbons down the back.” She twisted to show him the bow.
“It’s like you’ve been gift-wrapped for me.” He noted the freesias in her hair and grinned sexily. “And I’m so looking forward to deflowering you later.”
Erika smoothed down the front of the white dress, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. “So I look virginal enough for you?”
“Hardly.” His eyes widened in warning. “I seem to remember you riding my cock for most of last night.”
The hot memory twitched at the corner of Erika’s lips. “It’s your own fault for having such a gorgeous body.”
She did her own stock take. She’d never seen him in a dinner suit before and decided she wasn’t the only one who’d been tied up with a bow. He took sexy to a whole new level.
Although he had to keep his hands off her, there was nothing to say she couldn’t touch him and spread her fingers across his crotch. In all the years Erika had known him, Aiden had existed in a state of semi-arousal but the last five months he’d been blissfully insatiable.
His cock stirred predictably beneath her hand.
“I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you for the rest of the day,” she said.
Aiden took a step closer to her and feathered the first of the day’s kisses along one shoulder. “Maybe you won’t have to. We could slip away for a few minutes after the ceremony.”
“You think?” She loved quickies when they’d spent hours beforehand fantasising what they’d do to one another in a few short minutes.
Dropping to his knees in front of her, Aiden carefully lifted the hem of her full skirt until he saw her white stocking tops. His heart raced at the sight of the garter around her slim thigh and he promised himself the thrill of removing it with his teeth later.
The rest of her underwear presented a problem however and he knew exactly how to deal with it. Hooking his finger into the front of her lacy knickers, he pulled them down quickly until they fell round her ankles.
“Step out of them,” he ordered, getting to his feet and glowering at her to show her he meant business.
“I can’t!” Erika gasped. Even after all the sins they’d shared in the past five months, the idea still shocked her. “It’s a wedding.”
“I know.” His voice dropped a tone, raw and sexy. “And I want to spend it imagining my tongue tasting the naked delights hidden under that very beautiful dress.”
When she still refused to comply he tried a different tactic. “The best man always gets to fuck the bridesmaid. It’s tradition.”
Erika laughed at the nonsense. “This is a gay wedding. Technically, we’re both bridesmaids.”
The thought obviously hadn’t occurred to him. “An interesting twist. Maybe it’s time for me to get in touch with my feminine side. Or yours!”
Taking her by surprise, he gave her a slight push so she had to take a step backwards to keep her balance. Before she knew what had happened, Aiden had swept her pants up from the floor and stuffed them into his pocket.
“That’s cheating,” she raged, laughing and wishing she had time to make him pay right there and then.
But they heard the string orchestra strike up outside, signalling the guests should take their seats and Erika went over to the window.
Their room in her old house in The Hamptons looked out across the stunning gardens to the sea that today sparkled and shone the deepest blue. A beautiful wedding bower had been built near the gate to the beach, where a preacher now waited as people filed into the rows of seats; a huge crowd of friends, family and the famous.
Sprigs of roses adorned the white-draped chairs whilst lilies, sweet peas and jasmine scented the archway under which Richard and Ben would soon be married.
No more hiding. No more secrets. No more pretending.
Erika’s eyes misted and she turned to Aiden.
“Don’t you just love a happy ending?” she said, willing herself not to cry. “I’m so glad we had ours.”
Aiden lifted Erika’s left hand and smoothed his thumb over the platinum band he’d placed there four short months earlier.
“We’ve never had a happy ending,” he said, smiling tenderly down at his wife. “I’ve loved you for eight years, Mrs Thirstan, but I still feel we’re only just beginning.”
“Is it really only eight years? It feels like I’ve been in love with you for ever.”
“Forever isn’t long enough. I’ll need four lifetimes to love you properly.”
“Sounds like a song title to me.” Erika laughed as Aiden shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“You’re shameless. Putting our love life up on iTunes for all the whole world to sing along to. Have we no secrets?” He offered her his arm, still smiling. “Shall we join the other happy couple?”
And with a heart too full of love to be real, Erika allowed her husband to lead her outside into the warm, autumn sunshine.
If you enjoyed Love Notes, the story doesn’t end here. In Aiden’s study, Erika saw a picture of his lawyer, Radford Byrne. Radford has his own love story to tell in Lovers in Law.
When London solicitor, Allie Lawless, is sent to help barrister Radford Byrne prepare a huge court case, it’s lust at first sight. Radford’s gorgeous. Melt your bones with his big, blue eyes gorgeous. A brooding, mean and moody, beast between the sheets type of man. Allie is Radford’s favourite kind of sexy: tall and curvy with glistening red lipstick – the type that leaves kiss marks on a man’s chest he never wants to wash off. With sparks flying from the moment they meet, how will they ever keep their relationship strictly professional?
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Avis Exley opened her first romance novel at the age of fourteen and has been reading and writing them ever since. A slave to research, she’s travelled the world in the company of international playboys, property magnates, ultra-successful businessmen, medieval knights and even a Viking prince. A typical day sees Avis lying on a silken cushion and sipping champagne whilst auditioning handsome, well-muscled men for a starring role in her next story.
Although brought up in the English countryside, Avis heard the streets of London were paved with gold and headed for the capital. It was love at first sight. She instantly fell for the city’s history, energy and iconic sights, and she’s so proud it’s been the focus of the world during the Jubilee and Olympic year. Now London and Britain’s lesser-known locations provide the inspirational backdrop for the first of Avis’s novels to be released in e-book form. Find Avis Exley’s photos and extracts on Tumblr, Pinterest and Facebook to see if you can fall in Brit Love too.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen