“Baby, I’m going to come. Need you off unless you want it all.”
I suck harder and bob faster.
“I waited for you, so it’s gonna be fast and hard. You sure?”
Hollowing out my cheeks, I pull as deep as I can and offer mymmh hmmjust as I squeeze his balls.
“I— You— Fuuuck.” He thrusts up into my mouth and spills down my throat.
I fight my body’s natural reflex but swallow, then lick him clean like a lollipop.
His words and his groan are met with him pulling me square into his mouth. He devours me with abandon. He sucks and nips as his fingers enter me. When I’m close, he sucks me so hard I see stars and I collapse on his chest, wordlessly, making sure my one knee goes wide to avoid his shoulder wound.
“Was that angry sex or make-up sex?” he asks eventually, fingers still playing at my entrance, teasing and caressing me.
“I thought that was welcome home sex. Though I haven’t had you inside me yet.”
“Well, that can be fixed in a few minutes.”
“A few, huh? Do you need more recovery time than usual?”
“Well”—he bites my inner thigh—“I just came hard. Like, from-my-toes hard. But you’re on top of me naked, and I can smell your arousal so it shouldn’t take long. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt if you licked it.” He lifts his pelvis an inch.
I stroke it, fingering the vein that runs from his sac to his crown, then feel the ridge around the head.
“Woman,” the man under me groans, his cock growing warm and thick.
“Does that feel good?”
“As if you have to ask.” His abs contract with his words.
“Is this better?” I thumb his slit. “Or this?” I circle his crown.
“Yes.”
“Which one?” A smile pulls across my face.
“Wifey, you’re free to play with it, touch it, lick it, suck it, or fuck it, but my preference is the reverse order. Want to climb up and ride it?”
I trail a finger up his outer thigh and he tenses. “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
“Well, we’re not waiting six or eight weeks, so hop up and I’ll get creative.”
I’m on my back, hips on a pillow, with both my ankles on his good shoulder as Liam stands above me, watching me take him. His eyes are glued to my center. They’re dilated and hungry. He drills into me so he can control the movement and the depth. He pulls out, fiddles with his piercing, and slides in again to my loud moan.
“What— What did you do?”
“I replaced the bead on my barbell.” He stares at my core. “Do you like it?”
I squeeze my legs together and lift my hips, using his shoulder for leverage.
“Never mind.” He laughs. “You like it. Good to know.”
“I don’t like it. I love it. It’s… Wow.”
“Keeping talking like that, baby, and I’ll blow my load before I can get you off.”
I tighten my inner muscles around him and grin wickedly. “You would leave me unsatisfied?” I push out my bottom lip.
