She sucked lightly, and fuck it, I could've come on the sensation alone.
I wanted to touch her.
Neededto touch her.
But I knew she wouldn't welcome it. She'd made that clear earlier. She was trying to believe me, but she hadn't moved past everything. And she was still affected by the cider.
She pulled her lips off my skin and turned around on my lap, opening the top box of pizza.
"You bought way too much again."
"I know." I couldn't stop my hand from landing on her thigh, right over a hole in her jeans.
"I think you just like watching me feast on cold pizza for days afterward."
There was no point in denying it. "It's cute."
"And my tits get all pointy when I eat it cold. You've said that a dozen times."
"Do they?" I feigned surprise.
She shook her head. "You were always a pain in my ass."
"The best kind of pain."
"Yeah." She leaned back against my chest with a slice in her hand. There were no words to describe how right it felt to have her in my arms again. "You should probably leave."
"So you can swim alone in the middle of the night? I don't think so."
"I didn't invite you to stay. Or to come over at all, actually."
"I bought most of the furniture in here, Livvy. I think that makes this place equally mine. No invitation required."
"If you redo the pool again, we can figure out a custody agreement for the house. The pebbles you picked are scratchy."
"You insisted on those ones, and they wouldn't be scratchy if your feet weren't wrecked."
"Then I consider all of your contributions a gift. The house is mine. I'm not sharing." She took a massive bite of her pizza slice, and her responding groan went straight to my cock.
"But since you believe me, we can be friends again."
"I guess," she said around a mouthful of pizza. "You can't talk about my tits anymore, though."
"If you don't want me to talk about them, stop distracting me with them."
She rolled her eyes, and I resisted the urge to lean down and kiss her.
"You can't stay the night," Liv warned.
"I'll leave after the midnight swim."
"You can't drive home at midnight. I guess you can stay… but you can't sleep in the bed."
"I have fur, if you recall. The floor's fine."
"I forgot," she lied, taking another pointed bite of her pizza. "You can have the couch. It's cozier."
So she could sneak off to the pool alone?
