I get out and walk around to her side, helping her out of the SUV. With my hand on the small of her back, I led her up the walkway.
She puts the key in the lock and turns—the click sounding loud in the quiet night around us. She doesn’t move her hand and doesn’t look up, but I hear her take a breath.
“Do you want to come in? Emma is working tonight.” Her question is like a plea, and I have no desire to turn her down.
She looks up, and I place my hand on hers and turn the knob. Shuffling us through the doorway, I grab her clutch and throw it on the table, the contents clattering to the floor. I turn us around quickly and push her hard against the door. “Yes, Liv. I want to come in.” I manage to get the words out before my mouth finds hers. Even though we have had sex at every opportunity, I can’t seem to get my fill. I pull her hair back with my fingers and move my mouth to her neck. I pepper her skin with open-mouthed kisses, gently sucking as I go.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” I whisper in her ear as I grind my erection into her.
Her quiet, breathy moan is her only response as she melts further into me.
I can’t seem to think about anything else except taking Liv hard at this moment. I want her so bad my cock has been standing at attention since we left my parent’s house. I thought of all the dirty things I wanted to do with her at that gala months from now. I needed desperately to get away from my parent’s house, and nothing else but wrecking Liv will ease this relief. Thank God her roommate is gone. As much as I like her, her presence here would be a buzzkill, to say the least. My fingers loop under the fabric at her shoulders as I start to take her romper off and curse this one-piece outfit. I undress her quickly, careful not to rip her outfit like the Neanderthal in me wants to. It drops to the floor in one fluid motion.
I can’t help but stare. Her nearly naked body is exposed just for me. The reflection from the lamp on the table makes her tanned skin glow. She isn’t wearing a bra, and she has on nothing but a black lace thong. I hear her whimper, which wakes me up from my lust-filled haze.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
The next kiss is hard and punishing. I let all my desire for her pour through the kiss, so there’s no doubt about how I feel for her. My hands find their way down her sides and across the swell of her hips. In one quick motion, I palm the backs of her thighs and bring her legs up to wrap around my waist. I hold her up and grind my solid length into her. I can feel her warm center even over my clothes, and I immediately regret not ripping my clothes off before I picked her up. I put her down quickly, not breaking the connection of our kiss. I fumble with the button and zipper and push my pants and boxers down. Her hands worked with me to get them off. Picking her up again, I brace her back against the wall and hold her with one arm while one hand wraps around us moving her thong to the side. I’m lined up perfectly, and the head of my cock finds her soaking wet. With a slight push forward with my hips, I push past her entrance as her pussy sucks me in.
Liv gasps and buries her head in my neck. “Oh god.” The words fall from her lips as her head flips back, her mouth open in a silent moan.
I kiss her and plunge my tongue into her mouth. At the same time, I pull out and then begin to move again. She quickly starts to meet my thrusts as I take her forcefully against the door. It is a quick and dirty fuck, but I am too consumed with this woman to take it slow. Next round, we will go much slower, I promise myself. Then, I can worship her body instead of this need I currently have to fill. The familiar tightening in my balls makes me realize that I will not last much longer. I flick the nipple on her breast with my tongue and bring my finger around to her clit, and flick it hard in a similar fashion. She comes around my cock, squeezing it in a death grip. I pick up momentum fucking her through her orgasm as I come right after her. I feel her walls continue to spasm around my cock, taking every last drop I have to give. It prolongs my orgasm, and lights flash behind my eyes. I thrust one final time to feel her warm heat again and then drop my head into her chest. Fine tremors move through me as I kiss upward along her neck to find her lips. I smile into her mouth, almost giddy in my post-orgasmic haze. I look into her eyes and gently place her feet back onto the ground, but her legs are shaky.
“Are you okay to stand for a second?”
“Yeah.” She giggles. “I’m fine. Actually…” She pauses to catch her breath. “I’m great.” Her eyes widen for a second, and she shifts uncomfortably.
As I take a step back and look down at her, I can see my cum dripping down her legs. I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
I go to her kitchen and grab a towel, wetting it with warm water before I bring it back to clean her up. As I make my way back, I see her stepping out of her outfit instead of putting it back on, and I can’t help but grin. I catch sight of the contents of her clutch discarded on the floor. Wow, did I just throw her handbag like that? I stoop down to retrieve the spilled items and can’t help but notice a couple of prescription pill bottles. I know it is an invasion of privacy, but the clinician in me automatically goes to read what the medication in these bottles is and to whom it is prescribed. One is for Topamax, and the other is for Zofran. One pill is an anticonvulsant for seizures, and the other is anti-nausea. I see these medications used frequently for migraines. I shake the bottle at her.
“You okay?”
She walks over to me, and I see my cum still on her thigh. That makes me remember why I came this way to clean her up. I stand to wipe her legs. Liv picks up the remaining items and discards the clutch on the table.
“Liv, you okay?” I repeat my question as I bend to clean her up more.
“Yeah, I just have been having some migraines from studying and maybe the stress from school. I had to refill my migraine medication, and I have been having slight nausea with headaches and feeling tired in general.”
I turn from washing my hands at the sink to look at her. “Are you tired now, baby?”
She goes to grab her outfit, but I take it from her hands and place it over the chair. “We won’t be needing that anymore.” I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, caveman style. Slapping her on the ass, I say, “Let’s make sure you are properly rested then.”
Walking down the hall and into her room, I gently placed her on the bed. My actions are much softer now than what we just did against the wall. I want to hold my girl all night and not leave her side. Take care of her. Protect her. How great would it be to wake up to this woman every day? To give her morning orgasms or to her waking me up to suck me off. I pull her into my arms and drag the blanket over us. We settle into a comfortable silence, our breaths the only sound in the room.
I must have fallen asleep because when I wake up and blink my eyes open, the clock reads five a.m. As much as I hate to leave the warmth of her body, I should get going. I have a few things to do this morning, and I want to leave before her roommate gets home from her night shift. I kiss Liv, waking her gently.
“Hey, baby. I have to get going.”
She smiles at me with sleepy eyes and starts to get up.
“No, you sleep,” I say, kissing her again and gently settling her back into her bed, tucking the covers up around her chin. I watch her for a few minutes before whispering, “I’ll let myself out and call you later, okay?”
“Okay, Dax,” she mumbles. And then quietly, as if she’s half asleep, I hear, “I love you.”
I stare down in shock, but she is already snoring lightly. I can’t move. What the actual fuck? Did she say that, or was she just half asleep? I don’t know how to respond. I kiss her quickly as I get out of bed as quietly as I can. I tiptoe out of her room and close her bedroom door behind me. Does she love me? I replay her sleepy words as I grab my keys and make my way back to my parked vehicle.
The drive home is a blur. I replay the moment again and again. I was so shocked it dawned on me that I didn’t repeat them back to her. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel it. I wouldn’t want to say something like that when she was still half asleep. When I tell her I love her, I want to look into her gorgeous honey-colored eyes so she has no doubt about how I feel toward her. I can’t stop myself from thinking about whether or not she’ll even remember. Did she truly mean it? Was she dreaming of someone else? Of Brodie? The thoughts play through my mind as I try to focus on my plan for the day. My spinning thoughts are brought to a halt when my phone rings. I grab my phone from the passenger seat and look at the screen, only to find Tatiana's name flashing back up at me. A problem I need to address now.
