"Nayomi," he rumbled, voice low and commanding, "let's take it further."
"Further?" she asked in a haze, her cheeks burning hotter. Her voluptuous body felt like it was on fire—every nerve ending alive from the teasing he'd already given her.
Aiden didn't answer with words. He smiled that dangerous, loving smile and immediately grabbed the hem of her red-and-cream skirt, yanking it up in one rough motion. The fabric bunched around her narrow waist, exposing everything.
She squeaked, eyes widening in pure embarrassment. "Wait… Aiden! What are you—?!"
But he caught her wrist with one large hand, pinning it gently above her head. His thumb brushed over her pulse point as he looked down at her exposed, glistening, leaking milfy pussy. The sight of her swollen folds, dripping with arousal, made his eyes darken even more.
"Look at how much you're dripping," he murmured, voice rough with lust. "So fucking wet for me already… such a good wife."
