I shrugged, placing my bare foot on his shoulder as he unclasped the other. “It’s okay. It was kind of hot. No, sorry, itwas hot.”
And I spread my other leg before unbuttoning the front of my dress to show some cleavage. “So hot that I’m as wet as you wanted me on the phone.”
His frown was only visible for the smallest second. “Livie…”
“Nope,” I said and leaned forward to take his shirt collar between my finger and thumb. “It’s Livid to you. And I want you to keep your promise. I want you to take away any touch of anyone else. You said no one else will ever touch me, but now you need to prove how you will.”
He visibly swallowed.
“You’re going to taste me, touch me. You’re going to kiss every inch of my skin. Anything he might have done to me, you’re going to do. You’re going to make me feel it, and you’re going to make it feel good in the way only you can. Do you understand your assignment,Armas?”
“I do,” he said and kissed my knee. “But you’re in control here.”
“Harder, softer, faster, slower?”
His mouth twitched against my skin, the breath of his laugh tickling. But he looked up with dark, warning eyes. “Red and yellow flag too.”
I’d commented toSalihajust how much of a red flag he was at first when, really, he was green—a bright, neon-green flag.
I repeated our safe words in agreement.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” he told me. “If you want to tie me down, if that would make you feel safer—”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re going to touch every inch of me, remember? You can’t do that tied down.”
“Everyinchof your body?” he asked, head turned and already trailing his lips down my calf. “I know some places are particularly ticklish.”
“Maybe not those,” I giggled as he lifted my foot to press a kiss to the palm of it.
I sank down in the chair, my skirt riding up further. He paused, eyes on my knickers.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my foot and I shifted in the seat, the leather creaking beneath me as his touch tickled. But his words… those two words had my stomach fluttering.
“That,” I said, placing my feet on the ground. “That’s what I want. That’s what I need. When you call me that.”
“My good girl?” he smirked, fingers tracing up my thigh. He pressed small kisses behind their trail as they reached mypantyline.
I leaned back, head against the cushions, as he pulled me down for my ass to hang off the edge of the seat.
“Did you miss me?” I asked as he ran his finger up my slit over my knickers. They were wet, just as I’d told him they’d be. He pressed his face to them and breathed in before sighing, the hot air from his mouth making me clench.
“I’ve missed hearing you come,” he said. “I’ve had you all this time, though.” He lifted his head. “I’m here for every version of you, Livid. EveryLiviethere is, she’s mine. You want time? You’ve got it. You want my tongue, fingers, cock? At your service. Willing to fulfil every need. My heart? Yours. Always. I love every version of you.”
“I need all of them, but the fingers and tongue can work first,” I told him.
He pulled my knickers to the side and ran his finger through my folds. My choked gasp at his cold touch was nearly louder than how slick I was. He ran his tongue from my entrance to my clit, a deep moan vibrating against me.
“To answer your question,” he said, finger on my clit as he spoke. “That’s what I’ve missed. That noise there. The way you wiggle when I tease you, how you’re about to try and ride my face from below, how you get off by using me. The way your breath catches when I praise you. Your little choked cries. That’s what I’ve missed.”
Before I really had time to understand what he’d said, he was no longer talking. The man was devouring, the tempo, the pressure just how he knew I liked it. How to get me to do what he’d just said. My throat formed sounds that couldresemble words, but I was so far away I couldn’t understand them. My breaths increased as he built the desire in my belly. Warm, hot, powerful.
“S—slower,” I stumbled over the word as I knew I was about to crash and burn.
He slowed his pace but inserted a finger into me, hitting my G-spot on the first try, eager to get me to come.
But I denied myself the pleasure, even though I lifted my hips to get closer.
And when he was close to making me come again, I fought it once more. “Softer.”
