“I’ve dreamed of this, Livid,” he murmured against my breast. “Literally dreamed of having you all tied up.”
Softly, slowly, he built a rhythm against my clit with small, tight circles that built me up to a whimpering mess.
He pulled my earlobe taught with his teeth. “Tell me whatyou want, Livid. I know that’s hard for you. But tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth. I want your mouth.”
He pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Like this?” he breathed against my lips.
I shook my head, my nose knocking into his.
“On me.”
His tongue swiped the crease of my neck before planting a sucking kiss there. I squealed, my heels digging into the duvet.
“Like this?”
I shook my head desperately this time, one cheek hitting the pillow, then the other.
“Use your words.”
My moan was tight with frustration. “I want your tongue on my clit and I want your fingers inside me.”
He chuckled into my neck. “What my girl wants, she gets.”
He descended on me. His fingers were rough and fast, a complete parallel to his soft, slow tongue.
It sounded so wet.
In the five weeks since we’d been sleeping together, the man had perfected the pressure I needed to come, but the pace of his finger fucking was brand new and had me sweating as he hit that sweet spot over and over. Watching his head between my thighs, I tried to stop bucking into him, but my body was hardly in control, grinding with his strokes, with the need to ride the waves.
But he stopped with a wicked grin. “You close, Livid?”
I nodded breathlessly. “Yes. Nix, please—”
“Mmm,” he moaned before dipping between my thighs to suck on my clit once more. I cried out, but, again, he stopped. “See, you can pretend that you’re in control. You know I can’t resist you… but you can’t resist me either, can you?”
I couldn’t speak as he started to fuck me with his fingers again, his thumb brushing where he’d just sucked.
“Can you, Olivia?”
My eyes narrowed, not wanting to cave.
When his fingers hooked inside of me to touch that spot that made me melt, my mouth dropped open with a gasp.
“Can you? I’m not giving you what you want until you admit it.”
Did I really have to say it? Was it not obvious in everything I did?
I tried to rub my thighs together and squeeze his hand into moving again.
“I can’t,” I admitted. “I can’t… resist you.”
The grin on his face was larger than I’d ever seen. Despite winning races and getting cameos in films… this was the biggest smile I’d ever seen. He gave a chuffed little laugh before thrusting his fingers in me again and lapping me up.
The look on his face would forever be embedded in my brain. As I closed my eyes in pleasure, it was all I pictured, riding his face from below, reaching my peak.
That hit me with a scream.
