Love notes by Avis Exley

and forcing
out an ecstatic gasp. Aiden watched in fascination and reached to
touch her but Erika pushed him down again on the bed and straddled
him, continuing to pinch and tug at her breasts as he watched with
hungry eyes.
    Overpowered by desire, Aiden
tried to roll on top of Erika but she was too quick for him and
pinned his arms above his head. She swooped down for a kiss,
penetrating his mouth with her tongue as one of her hands reached
for his cock, now thick, heavy and straining for sex.
    Carefully, Erika backed down
toward Aiden’s shaft, clenching herself around the first inch of
its tip as she kissed his neck and chest, still forcing his wrists
down tightly onto the bed. His eyes closed as he tensed in ecstasy
and arched his back, submitting completely to her.
    “Fuck me,” he begged, thrusting
up into her pussy as Erika slid down deeper onto him, inch by
delicious inch, controlling him absolutely.
    She exhaled slowly as Aiden
split her wide. Her pussy engulfed him and she forced herself down
onto his cock to take every last millimetre within her. Her shaved
sex ground down onto his thick pubic hair, rasping her sore. Divine
sensations burnt into her core and her climax rose to the
brink.
    Reaching round behind her, Erika
grasped Aiden’s balls, pulling them sharply as she moved up and
down, faster and faster. Her rough handling was all Aiden needed to
tip him over into orgasm and he grasped her hips to ram himself
harder up into her, groaning as he came.
    Erika’s release came a second
later. She plunged into the hottest, darkest, sweetest orgasm she’d
ever experienced. Pleasure consumed every fibre, with her sex at
the epicentre, sending a tsunami of fulfilment surging through her.
She heard a voice, uttering the most lustful, indecent words and,
as her orgasm waned, she realised it had been her own, demanding
Aiden push himself harder and deeper into her.
    Her orgasm ebbed and the muscles
in her sex clenched frantically around Aiden’s shaft, still hard
inside her. Exhausted, she fell forward, her hands either side of
Aiden’s head, her breasts hanging tantalisingly in front of his
mouth. Predictably, he raised his head to kiss them but Erika
pulled away. This was about gratifying her pleasure, not his, and
she’d decide whether or not he was allowed to touch her.
    Slowly, she eased herself off
him and, as she’d been longing to do, swept her tongue up from his
navel to the hollow at the base of his throat. Aiden’s skin tasted
salty and his chest still heaved with the exquisite pleasure Erika
had played out across his body.
    When she leaned in for one final
kiss, he rose to meet her lips, all hesitation now gone as his
mouth explored and devoured hers. His arms came up around Erika,
pulling her down onto his chest, threatening to hold her prisoner
in his bed for the rest of the morning, and the need to escape shot
through her.
    Seducing Aiden had had a purpose
– guaranteeing his loyalty, satisfying her too long dormant needs,
and revenge for the shameful way he had treated her five years ago
by showing him what he’d thrown away.
    On top of everything else, Erika
couldn’t allow him to get under her skin for a second time and she
mentally reduced their lovemaking to the basest possible level – an
itch that had most definitely been scratched.
    Disentangling their bodies,
Erika stood up on shaky legs. She suddenly felt very naked and
incredibly vulnerable, and went to retrieve her robe. When she
returned, Aiden still lay flat on the bed, with his arms stretched
up above his head and his breathing laboured, the perfect picture
of a man who’d been taken to the frontiers of pleasure and
abandoned in a state of sexual exhaustion.
    “I’ll call you,” Erika said,
sounding far more carefree than she felt; as if she seduced men
every day of the week and left their naked bodies behind her,
drained and spent.
    Aiden sat up with effort.
“That’s it? You’ll call me?”
    “What did you expect? Red