LIV
Dark heat replaces the restraint Blair’s been maintaining all evening, and she stands, her hands finding my waist. She pulls me flush against her and I moan as our bodies align.
I'd forgotten how tall she is, how in control she is when she holds me like this. My hands find her chest, fingers spreading across her breasts. Her heart hammers beneath my palms.
I lick my lips, my gaze dropping to her mouth. Those lips that I've been trying not to think about for weeks, the ones that made me come apart in my childhood bedroom.
"Come here," she murmurs, cupping my neck to pull me in, and then her mouth is on mine.
The kiss is hard, desperate. This is hunger unleashed, weeks of frustration and want poured into the connection of our lips. It feels insane and I moan against her mouth.
Her hand moves up, tangling in my hair while the other curves around my back, holding me. Her tongue slides against mine in a way that makes me forget everything except the taste of her and the way her hands feel on my body.
"I missed you," I whisper between kisses. "I tried not to, but I did."
I start fumbling with the buttons of her shirt and she pushes my blazer off my shoulders and lifts my camisole over my head.
Pushing the fabric of her shirt apart, I slide my hand inside her sports bra. She's even more beautiful than I remembered, all lean muscle, full breasts, and soft skin that begs to be devoured.
"Fuck, Liv," she groans, unclasping my bra. "You're killing me."
Her hands lower to my waist next, working at the closure of my pants, and I help her, pushing them down my hips along with my underwear until I'm standing naked on her terrace.
The cool night air kisses my skin, but I'm burning up from the inside out. I feel powerful, standing here exposed with the city beneath me.
Blair’s head dips to lavish my breasts with her mouth and the city lights blur into streaks of gold and white. Her tongue caresses my nipples, and I grab her shoulders for support, my head falling back as pleasure shoots straight from where her mouth is working to the ache between my thighs.
She grabs my ass, lifting me, and instinctively I wrap my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist.
"Fuck me," I beg. "I need you."
Blair sets me down on the table. The champagne bottle clatters to the terrace floor, followed by our glasses as I steady myself on my hands behind me. She steps in between my legs. I know she can see how wet I am and that turns me on even more. I need her to touch me. To fuck me until I can't breathe.
"Look at me," she says in a dominant tone, her hand cupping my chin. She slides her fingers between my thighs and I meet her eyes but can barely keep them open when she dips inside me, just a little. "Mmm..."
We both moan as she slides fully inside me, then adds another finger. Fuck. It feels amazing and I'm going a little crazy. She begins to move, each thrust slow and deep, then faster, harder. Her thumb finds my clit and caresses it with perfect pressure.
The table rocks with our movements, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear as she fills me over and over.
"Don't hold back," she murmurs as she looks down at me. "I want to hear you."
Her words, combined with a deep thrust that hits exactly the right spot, shatter what's left of my self-control, and I moan loudly as pleasure builds. The rhythm between us intensifies, becoming more urgent, more desperate. Blair's movements are perfectly controlled yet wild at the same time, and I can feel myself getting closer to that edge where everything dissolves into pure sensation.
"I'm close," I whisper, forcing myself to look at her in this moment of perfect connection.
"Let go," she says, her fingers working magic between my legs, finding exactly where I need her. "Let go, Liv."
The added pressure is my undoing, and the orgasm crashes over me, stealing my breath and making me see stars. I cry out her name, my body arching against her as pleasure radiates through every nerve ending. She groans as she feels me clench around her fingers, working me through every wave.
She stays there, her fingers still inside me, our bodies still connected, hearts racing in sync.
"Blair," I breathe, running my fingers through her hair. "I'm still... I can’t…" I shiver as aftershocks hit me, bringing another delicious wave of ecstasy.
"It’s okay," she whispers with a cocky grin. Her hair is disheveled, her eyes dark with satisfaction, and there'ssomething so tender in her expression that it makes my heart melt.
She leans over me to kiss me, and I sigh at her warmth, covering me.
I'm scared of what happens next, scared of how good this feels, scared of trusting someone again. But with her so close to me, surrounded by flowers and city lights, those fears feel manageable. Tomorrow I can worry about complications and consequences. Right now, I just want to be with her.
