"You like that?" I whisper, my breath making her shiver.
"Uh-huh," she gasps, pushing herself against me.
I kiss her hard while sliding a hand into her panties to cup her sex. She’s wet. So wet. And she gasps, almost cries as I dragmy fingers through her heat. It’s intense. The kiss, her arousal, my own pulsing need.
Liv grinds against my hand and the sounds she makes drive me insane. She struggles to release the last shirt button, then slides the shirt off me and unbuttons my pants.
I reluctantly remove my hand from her panties to pull them down. She steps out of them, and I step out of my pants.
Liv stares at my body, only covered by a sports bra and boxers, and I remove them, stripping before her.
For a beat, we take each other in. And then we clash together again in a searing kiss, our hands roaming, our bodies pressing. Her skin against mine feels crazy good, and I’m unable to wait any longer.
"Get on the bed," I command, and she obeys immediately, sliding onto the sheets and looking up at me with those hungry eyes.
I climb over her, straddling her hips, and lean down to capture her mouth. Her hands slide up my sides, over my ribs, to my breasts. When her thumbs brush over my nipples, I moan at the flash of arousal that shoots between my thighs.
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, moving down to take one perfect nipple into my mouth. The sound she makes when I swirl my tongue around the sensitive peak is beautiful, and I lavish attention on both breasts until she's writhing beneath me.
Liv’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me there. I take my time, savoring every moan, every shiver that runs through her body.
I move lower, kissing my way down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath my lips. When I reach the thin strip of hair between her thighs, I inch back and spread her legs apart to reveal all of her. She's glistening, pink, and I'm dizzy with want.
I lower my head and run my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke. She tastes incredible. Her back arches off the bed with a strangled cry.
"Oh, God," she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I take my time exploring her, discovering what makes her moan, what makes her whimper. When I circle her clit with my tongue, her thighs begin to tremble.
I slip one finger inside her while sucking her clit into my mouth. She groans, and when I add a second, stretching her gently, she moans loudly, her hips moving restlessly like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
I want all of her all at once, and I wish I knew how. Shifting so I’m straddling one thigh, I move back up to her mouth to kiss her while I fuck her. Slowly first, then harder, faster, deeper when she begs for it with her body. My mouth on hers, skin against skin, my fingers inside her, I grind against her thigh because I can’t take the pressure that's building between my own legs.
She’s close; I can feel it in her increasingly frantic movements, her moans muffled by our kiss. And then she suddenly lets out a groan and tenses, and I curl my fingers and grind harder into her thigh, my juices covering her skin as I let go myself.
We cry out, my mouth pressing harder against hers as we ride through our shared climax together. My body is trembling, every nerve ending electric and alive as I collapse against her.
Ragged breathing fills the room that smells like damp skin and perfume and sex.
"Jesus Christ," she finally whispers, her voice raspy and spent. "That was..."
"Worth the two-year wait?" I finish for her, lifting my head to look at her face.
"Understatement of the century," she says with a breathless laugh. Her hair is a wild mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen fromour kisses. She looks utterly ravished, and knowing I did that to her makes me feel a little smug.
“Well, that wasn’t nearly enough to make up for two years.” I bite my lip and shoot her a wicked grin. “I’m going to make you come again, and again, and again.”
27
LIV
Fuck. This woman is insatiable and I’m not complaining. I’m achy in all the right places and I feel spent and immensely relaxed.
After Andy, I was too raw to even consider dating or having casual sex. Then came the rebound phase—a few women, a few weeks each, nothing serious. Or so I thought. Turned out they had different ideas. They wanted dinner dates that turned into weekend plans, weekend plans that turned into meeting friends, meeting friends that turned into conversations about the future. Every time, I'd pull back and watch the hurt flash across their faces when they realized I meant it about keeping things casual. Eventually, it seemed easier to just stop dating altogether. Work became my excuse, my shield, my entire identity. I didn't need a partner. I didn't need anyone.
Blair shifts behind me. She’s spooning me with one arm thrown across my waist. I should probably move, put some distance between us now that the heat of the moment has passed. But her body is warm and solid against mine, and honestly, I'm too satisfied to care about maintaining boundaries. My thighs are still trembling, my skin hypersensitive. It's beenso long since I felt this physically good, this thoroughly spent. I stretch, feeling muscles I'd forgotten I had, and Blair's hand moves up to my breast, her thumb skimming my nipple.
I dozed off earlier but her touch jolts me wide awake again. Is she doing that in her sleep? Or is she awake, wanting more? It doesn’t matter; it feels good, so I close my eyes and enjoy her caress.
