She steps closer, fingers trailing from my jaw, down my chest, stopping just above where I’m dying for her touch. My head falls back between my shoulders on a groan as I imagine sinking inside her, of her straddling me right now, that perfectpussy wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. “Fuuuuuuck,” I whimper. “I need you to touch it.”
“That so?” she muses. Her hand finally moves, just barely brushing over me—so light it’s almost cruel. My muscles tense, breath catching as she drags her nails down my thigh instead. “That wasn’t enough, huh?” She purses her lips, looking at me with lust and a teasing smirk.
“No,” I say, voice rough.
Her smirk deepens, that confident, maddening kind that says she knowsexactlyhow undone I am.
“Good,” she whispers, leaning in until her breath skims my throat. “I like watching you lose it. The power is going to my head.”
Her fingertips trace slow, lazy lines across my stomach, stopping just before she gets to the trail of hair that’ll lead her to salvation. My fists grip the sheets beneath me as I watch her, unable to take a full, deep breath as she wrecks me.
“You’re killing me.”
She laughs, the sound wicked and sweet all at once. “No, baby,” she murmurs, pressing her lips together. “I’m keeping you right where I want you.”
She leans closer again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my chest, trailing lower and lower until her breath skates over my leaking tip. It takes everything in me not to thrust up toward her, to beg, to give in to the dominant side of me that would stuff her mouth until she’s full of me.
“Want me to lick it?” she taunts, and a whimper escapes my throat without warning at the idea of her tongue on me. I know she heard it because that wicked grin shines back at me.
“Yes,” I breathe, tension draining.
“Or maybe you want me to suck it?”
“Fuck,” I moan, anticipation riding me to a high that might come before she’s even touched me.
“No.” Her head shakes, and lose tendrils of her hair graze against my dick, making me hiss in pleasure. “I think you want to fuck my mouth, to take those thick fingers of yours and thread them into my hair, filling my mouth over and over again until you come down my throat.”
That. Yes, that. That’s exactly what I want.
She studies me like she can see every thought I’m trying not to say out loud, then smiles—slow, dangerous, and everything I love about her comes to life.
“Go on then,” she whispers, voice low enough to vibrate through me. “Show me.”
My pulse pounds in my ears. The control I thought I had evaporates as her lips part, her tongue wetting them in invitation. I reach for her, fingers sliding into her hair, the silky strands coiling around my knuckles.
When her mouth finally closes around me, the air leaves my lungs in a strangled sound that might be her name. Every nerve in my body locks, every muscle tightens, and all I can do is watch—watch her move, guiding her slowly at first; she’s savoring every reaction she pulls from me.
“Jesus, Liv,” I groan, head falling back.
She hums around me, the sensation punching straight through my chest, and when I glance down again, she’s looking up, eyes hooded, lips glistening, holding me there with a look that will be embedded in my brain.
It’s worship and ruin all at once, and I know I’m not coming back from it.
My balls tighten as she doubles her efforts, spit dribbling down her chin. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.” She sinks down deeper, and I explode down the back of her throat with a roar, and she swallows every last drop.
When she moves off me, my hands and feet are still tingling, and all that’s left is her breath against my skin and the pounding of my own heartbeat. I drag her up to me, needing her close.
Her cheek rests against my chest, her body fitting perfectly against mine like it’s always belonged there. My hand finds her hair as I press a kiss to the crown of her head.
“I love you too, you know,” she murmurs.
A quiet laugh escapes me. “I know.”
“Am I that transparent?” she huffs, looking up at me.
“No, but you told me in your sleep last night.”
Her eyes widen. “Shit.” She grins, still a little breathless. “Can’t even hide things from my unconscious brain, can I?”
