He licked.
Sucked.
Kneaded.
Squeezed.
His obsession with my tits had never been reduced to distraction.
He knew I could come from nipple play alone with enough effort, and when he was in the mood for it, there was no stopping him.
He finally dragged his teeth over my sensitive nipple just right. I swore as my hips jerked, my bare core sliding over his abdomen while I moved against him.
The fire in his eyes was molten, his hands hot on the insides of my thighs as he slid down my body, opening me wider.
I yanked on his hair. "Later. Taste me later. I want you inside me."
"That's not how this works, Livvy." He kissed and licked his way down my abdomen, making me groan.
He was always so determined to drag it out. At first, I thought it was just his way of burning off my energy, but I'd realized eventually that he genuinely enjoyed it.
My body.
My taste.
Me.
I sucked in a breath as he gave my clit the slightest kiss before making his way down my inner thigh. The drag of his tongue and press of his lips and tug of his teeth were just light enough to drive me crazy. And just rough enough to make me desperate.
His nose brushed my clit.Then his eyes met mine.
"You're mine, Olivia Morning. Say it."
"I'm yours, Niall Vallen. And you're mine."
"Always have been." He dragged his tongue over my clit, and my lips parted as my head tipped back, a desperate cry echoing in the plant-filled studio behind us.
It was wrecked, but we could fix it.
Just like we could fixus.
The tip of his tongue circled my clit as he slid two thick fingers inside me, not bothering with one. His knuckles brushed my g-spot as he teased my clit with his tongue, and I came again with a curse. His rumble of approval as I arched and cried out would've been enough to drive me crazy, if he didn't already have me there.
He played my body like a fucking instrument, licking, sucking, and biting as he filled me and fucked me with his fingers.
I came again, pulling his hair and rocking against his face.
Finally, he gave my clit one last kiss before he slid his fingers out and pushed his shorts down his thighs. My chest rose and fell rapidly when he fisted his cock. He slowly dragged his handdown his length as he stared at me, taking in the way I was bare and slick and needy.
"Fuck, you arestunning." There was grit in his voice that sent goosebumps down my arms."How are your feet?"
"You're talking about my feet right now?"
He narrowed his eyes at me.
"They're fine, Niall. Pretty much healed." I propped myself up a little. "How long are you going to make me wait?"
His lips were still shiny with my pleasure. "Not much longer."
