The fact she’s brought that little part of her everyday life here pleases me. But what pleases me more is the promise she just gave me.
Exclusive.
I’ll remind her of that promise before she leaves tonight. And she will leave. She’s scratching her itch, and a little more besides which, like last night, will have her running once the lust wears off and she’s caught her breath.
I know she uses sex to assuage her need for a physical release. For an intimate act, it can be completely impersonal ifdone the right way, and Livi has become an expert at anonymous sex over the last couple of years.
Not with me.
Last night I made sure to do what none of those other men did. I left a mark. A physical reminder of the man she was with. I trace the pearls at her neck with a fingertip, move them out of the way to see the love bite marring her creamy skin. “Pretty.”
“They were my grandmother’s.”
I grin. “I’m not talking about the pearls, Princess. I’m talking about my mark on you.”
“Oh.” Her chest shudders beneath mine.
“Yeah. In fact I like it so much I’m going to give you another one.” I lower my head and press my lips to the upper curve of her breast—just above her bra cup.
I suck quick and hard. Drawing the flesh into my mouth and working it with my tongue and teeth until I’m sure it will bruise.
Letting go, I smirk. “Matching ones, I think.”
Treating her other breast the same, I marvel at the fact she doesn’t protest. One of her hands has found its way to the back of my head and she’s cradling me against her, little breathy moans slipping though her lips while I suckle her breast.
We’re skin to skin, my cock lined up with her cunt, but I’m suddenly in no rush to take her. I want her to relax. To really feel me. She can’t do that in the heated rush of fast sex.
As exciting as that is, I also like to take my time. And Livi is one woman I want to take a lot of time with.
“Carter.” My name on her lips sends a shaft of heat to my balls. “Please.”
“Soon.” I soothe her with the lash of my tongue. “Soon, baby.”
I work my mouth over her. Learn every curve from her neck to her waist with my lips and tongue. She squirms beneath me, her breath shuddering as I nip at her nipple through her lacy bra.
“Please.” She arches into me, both hands on my head, her fingers tangled in my hair while she presses her breast into my face.
As her back bows higher, I suck a taut nipple into my mouth, bra and all, and grip it with my teeth and tug—hard.
“Yes.” Her hands yank at my hair, her fingernails clawing over my scalp. “Please.”
Hips bucking, her wet pussy slides over my cock with a scorching touch and I can’t hold off any longer. Lining myself up with her opening, I slam forward and impale her in one thrust.
A cry of pleasure tears from her mouth and I leave her breast to taste her lips, take those sexy sounds she’s making inside me. Bracing my elbows beside her head, I hold her face in my hands while I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
I take it slow. With my tongue. With my cock. I ride her long and leisurely and push us both toward release without the frenzy of our previous coupling.
Last night I fucked her. Tonight I love her.
And I hope like hell she can tell the difference because I’m done pretending.
Done lying to myself.
Somewhere over the last two years I’ve fallen in love with Olivia May Wexworth.
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OLIVIA
