I pull back. Try to move her to arm’s length but she isn’t having it. She all but crawls up me—the spike of one heel digging into the back of my left thigh. “Livi.”
She stops her assault, her breath ragged. “What?”
“What are we doing?”
“We’re having hot, sweaty, no strings sex.” She blinks her gorgeous blue eyes, and I nearly give in.
“No. We did that last night.” I search her gaze. “You never go back for seconds.”
“I…” Her tongue slides across her bottom lip before she swallows. “Can’t we…”
I shake my head. God, I’m an idiot. She could walk. But if I want Livi to be mine, I need to be strong, not let her push me around like she does every other man in her life. “We do this again, and it’s not no-strings.”
“Oh?”
“We do this again and we do it exclusively. No fucking around with anyone else.”
She tries to shove out of my arms, but I anticipated the move and hold her close. “Let me go,” she demands, her tone laced with confidence, dripping with ice.
She’s used to getting her way, used to people doing as she asks, and if I want her to want me as more than a quick fuck, I need to be different.
“Do you really want me to do that, Princess, or do you want me to push you to the floor and fuck your brains out?”
Air sucks through her parted lips as her gaze drops to the floor at our feet. A shiver wracks her.
Oh yeah, she isn’t going anywhere, but I add a little more incentive to stay.
“I want to push you down and strip away whatever you’ve got under that skirt so I can put my mouth on you. I want to stick my tongue inside that juicy cunt and eat you until you scream my name. Then I’m going to climb on top and fuck both our brains out.”
She trembles in my hold and a whimper slips past her lips. “I…”
“What’s it gonna be, Princess?” I circle my thumbs on the delicate skin inside her elbows. “Are you gonna spread those sexy legs and let me lick you out? Let me fuck you?”
This time my words make her moan and her knees wobble.
I smile. “You know you want to feel my tongue inside you. Wrapped around your clit. Buried in your cunt. You want that, don’t you, Princess?”
“Please.” It’s a plea. One I heard last night.
“Exclusive.”
She nods.
“Say it,” I growl. I’m not leaving any doubt between us. We both need to hear her agree to my demand out loud.
“Exclusive.” The whisper barely leaves her mouth when I take her to the floor.
Pushing her skirt up her thighs, I find a set of peach silk panties. They’re sheer and totally translucent with her juices soaking them. I grin. I love how wet she gets for me.
Bending down, I lap at her through the cloth. She moans, her hips bucking against me, and my smile grows as I curl my fingers into the sides of her underwear and draw them down her legs.
The trim patch of hair I reveal glistens with her wetness and her scent floats up to fill my nose, tempting me, taunting me with what I’ve yet to feast on.
I can’t deprive myself of her any longer.
Spreading her legs, I lay on my belly between them. Shuffling forward, I use my shoulders to wedge her thighs farther apart and lower my head.
With the flat of my tongue, I lave her. From bottom to top, I lap and suck. She writhes under me, but I hold her down with hands on her hips.
