Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 love you, so I want to keep your name on me forever

Aaron hovered above me, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He thrust his waist forward to push his c*ck into me while turning his head to kiss the tattoo on my ankle. “Babe, what made you get a tattoo?”

My arms hung around his neck, and I could only find the time to say a few words as he pressed into me. “Oh… I just like them.”

“Who do you like?” His eyes were trained on me like a hawk, and he was thrusting hard into me.

I was so enthralled by the pleasure that I was a bit out of it. I could only automatically answer, “Because it’s for Aaron, and the only person I love is Aaron.”

He was satisfied with my answer and his movements slowed down slightly. But it wasn’t long before he resumed the fierce pace. “Why didn’t you call me first? I thought that you…”

I opened my eyes to see his handsome face above me, with his lips curved slightly downwards. He looked a bit insecure.

It was hard to think straight in this state, and I pinched myself to keep myself grounded. “What, is there something wrong?”

“Nothing.” He gave me a peck on the lips before continuing. “Why didn’t you ask me to join you?”

After Aaron was done with me last night, the food that I ate was thoroughly digested. When I woke up in the morning, Aaron was still asleep, and I didn’t want to interrupt his rest. But I didn’t tell Aaron that; instead, I lifted my head so my lips were right next to his ear and whispered, “Because I wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?”

He didn’t say anything and instead showed me with his body how much he liked the tattoo.

Tonight, it felt like Aaron was more enthusiastic than ever. It was like we were completely connected for the first time. Our souls felt intertwined, and our minds and bodies became one.

We were finally done over two hours later.

I was so sore that I didn’t want to move a muscle, but Aaron didn’t feel the same. He carried me to the tub to take a bath, carefully avoiding the tattoo as he cleaned me.

I didn’t want to move anymore, and I knew that Aaron would take care of me. I leaned back in the tub and let Aaron wash my body.

I didn’t know if Aaron had been this attentive to other women before, but he probably hadn’t. When he first started cleaning me like this, his movements were a bit rusty.

But now…

“Lift up your hands.” He squeezed a dollop of body wash on his hand and gestured for me to raise my arms.

I lazily lifted my arms as Aaron squatted to apply the soap to my body. He ran his hands up and down before finally coming back to the tattoo.

His gaze was so fierce that I was about to pull my foot back.