She planted one foot on either side of his hips. With his position sitting on the floor, her pussy was right at eye level for him.
“Show me how wet you are.”
She swallowed, a flush rising up her chest. Her painted fingernails caught the light as she moved over her folds. With her index finger and thumb, she held herself open as she stroked her fingers over her clit and then inside.
He was helpless to watch her pleasure herself. Her head fell back, and her hand moved faster even as he stayed in complete stillness. It was self-preservation that had him gritting out, “Stop.”
She halted immediately, her chin lowering, eyes opening. Her hand eased out of her pussy, the cheap lighting casting a glossy glow over them. “Do you want a taste?” she murmured.
“I always do.”
Her fingers traced his lips, the scent of her arousal driving his higher. He opened his mouth, waiting for her to slip them inside, but instead she drew her hand away, bringing them to her own lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked each finger, a smug, satisfied look in her eyes.
He tilted his head back against the bed and ran his tongue over his lips, taking in whatever little bit she’d deigned to give him. Nicholas ran his hand up her legs until he could grasp her ass. Quickly, taking her off balance, he yanked her closer so his head was right between her thighs. She cried out and widened her stance, placing her hands on the mattress above his head for support.
Nicholas drew her ever nearer, creating a dark, wet place for him to feast. His tongue slid along the crease of her thigh, tracing the shaking dip, then the other side, before burying against her pubic bone.
He’d seen her au naturel, completely bare, sporting various designs in her hair, and one interesting year, decorated in sparkling accents.
He didn’t care how the hell she decorated her private places, so long as he could lick them.
A god. That’s what he felt like when he was between her plump thighs, his tongue and lips driving her to madness. If he could, he would eat nothing but Livvy for sustenance.
“Please, Nicholas.”
He nuzzled his nose against the strip of hair there. “Please, what?”
“Please lick me.”
He gave her a tiny swipe of his tongue, and her thighs went rigid on either side of his head. “Nicholas.”
Another swipe.
“Harder.”
“Say it.” He punctuated his demand with a slap against her ass.
“Fuck me with your mouth.”
He growled against her flesh and pressed wet, openmouthed kisses all over her vulva, using two fingers to open her up.
He stiffened his tongue and thrust inside her, spanking her harder than he’d dared before, squeezing and pulling apart her ass cheeks as shegyrated above him. Her cries grew louder and he supported more of her weight as her legs shook.
She’d always been a screamer.
Her pussy contracted around his tongue and he welcomed every tightening and releasing motion, drinking in her pleasure. When she relaxed, he ducked out from her legs and came to his feet. She’d worked most of her body onto the bed and lay sprawled in an undignified heap, face-down, her legs still spread. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, taking a second of sanity to grab a condom from his wallet, before stepping up behind her, selfish desire riding him now. He needed to pound himself so deep inside her she’d feel him for days to come. “Brace yourself.”
LIVVY WASso boneless she could only clutch weakly at the cheap bedding. The hotel hadn’t been renovated or touched since she and Nicholas had snuck off here when they were young, and there was an odd nostalgia in grasping the orange-and-green comforter while his hungry hands roved over her.
Except neither of them were young anymore. The tongue that had devastated her was a man’s tongue, the big hands arranging her into position, back arched, booty high, were a man’s hands. She was his—his woman, his to use and fuck.
Like you’ll always be.
There was no way she could excise him from her system. Not with a one-night stand, not with annual meetings. Not ever.
A tiny part of her broke apart as she confrontedher deepest, darkest fear, and she buried her face in the scratchy comforter like an animal sticking its head in the sand. Later. She’d think later. First, she’d pretend she was his, and he was hers, even if only for a few minutes.
His latex-clad cock brushed against her bottom, and lower. She closed her eyes, resting her forehead on her arms.
