Whatever blood isn’t currently in my penis rushes to my cheeks. “We have.”
“You never told me how it felt for you. Was it good?”
Swallowing, I speak past the rasp building in my throat. “Better than good.”
“Emotionally?”
I pause, considering. I’m fucked up over it, for sure, though not in the way I expected. Bri is an imaginary number, a variable in an equation of my own creation. She breaks the rules in all the ways I want. “I’m better now that I know you won’t disappear from my life if we’re not in New York.”
“You’d never let me do that.” Her smile implies that’s a good thing. “And I’d never let you let me.”
Even if my blood wasn’t favoring my penis over my brain, I would be just as desperate for her. Bri is my temptationandmy safe space. And right now, that’s a killer combination.
The desire to be inside her again makes it impossible to focus on anything else. I’m a ball of sensation, a mind full of lust, a body ready to perform its most carnal service to the goddess I pray to at night.
She runs her hand up and down my chest, teasing my nipple along the way. Just above a whisper, she asks, “Do you want to touch me again?”
If she let me inside her right now, I wouldn’t last a minute. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you got here.”
“Where?”
God damn it, woman. You have no idea how close I am right now and you’re barely touching me. “Wherever you’ll let me.”
An evil little grin graces her face. “How about right here?” She taps a fingertip against her cheek.
I roll toward her again, taking her face in my hands, my lips replacing her fingertip.
“Here,” she says. My eyes follow her fingertip down to her neck. I devour the delicate skin right beneath her jawline, her hum of enjoyment lulling me into an erotic calm. Her marshmallow scent reminds me of how deeply we have always connected. The familiar taste of her skin reminds me that her body is an extension of my own. The way she arches into the hand I didn’t notice I placed on her back reminds me that her body, whenever she chooses, is mine.
Mine to touch, mine to please, mine to love.
“Here,” she whispers. I lean away to find her finger on her lips, pressing over their plush arches. I pull her hand away, taking what I’ve wanted all along.
The kiss is deep and hungry. She holds my head in place, letting me explore her mouth with my tongue. Suddenly, she stops me.
Her fingers trace down my happy trail. My teeth sink into my lip when they tickle over my length and disappear. I look down as her hand settles between the apex of her thighs. “Now, here.”
Fuck.
I fling the comforter away, trailing kisses down her perfect body, salivating over the thought of what comes next. Her.
She lifts her hips to help me pull off her shorts, her legs falling open, inviting me closer to the most intimate part of her. One thigh on my shoulder, one in my hand, her smooth skin feels like silk. Her little tuft of hair tickles my nose while I explore her with my tongue. She’s as sweet as warm honey, making my hunger to please her feel as desperate as if I haven’t eaten all day.
“Oh my god, Liem,” she whimpers as if I’m torturing her.
I dip my tongue inside, feeling those plush walls I want to dive into. I could come like this, grinding myself against my new sheets while I watch, listen to, and taste her melting for me. But, somehow, she makes me want to be selfish. She makes me want to fuck her senseless until I spill all my lust and all my love inside her.
Her breaths grow choppy, her muscles tense, and I can tell she’s close.
I slip my fingers inside, finding that spot that makes her arch off the bed, flicking my tongue against her clit.
My hips move in half time with my fingers, stroking myself against the bed.
She comes, slipping off my hand. While she writhes in ecstasy, I seal my mouth over her, tasting her pleasure—the pleasure I gave her.
“Come here.” She pulls me up, inviting me to take her place against the headboard.
She moves down, taking me in her hand, then her mouth. Her soft lips tease over my head, her warm mouth enveloping me, sucking, and—
