I want her.
Bad.
I want her to come on my face, on my cock, and my fingers. I want her coming all damn night.
I bypass her pussy and move my mouth to the inside of her thighs, where two delicate tattoos ring around their perimeter. From afar, they look like garter belts, but once I get up close, I see it’s a cluster of stars, like a watercolor galaxy.
It sexy as all fuck, and I flatten my tongue against them, following their interstellar path.
Liv moans as I lick her, her eyes closed, and arms draped over her head. She’s mine. She handed over complete control, and I’m a suffocating man from the sight.
I spread her legs as I find a comfortable position kneeling on the floor, blessedly lapping at her bare folds that are already dewy with arousal, sweet and slick, and all mine to selfishly devour.
I tease her clit, lightly running the tip of my tongue up and down it before consuming the entire thing. I suck hard, then lightly pull on the flesh with my teeth, stretching it until Liv is panting.
I return to licking, adding more and more pressure with every stroke. I’m so turned on by the sight and sound and taste of this woman, I find myself mindlessly humping the side of the couch.
“Oh, shit … oh, God.” She squirms, her eyes tensing shut, her body quivering. “Don’t stop. Just like that.” Her voice is sexy and strained. I’m driving her closer while tailgating right behind her.
I lap harder and faster, reading her cues. When Liv begins to jerk her hips and moan uncontrollably, I know I have her.
She lets out a cathartic scream as she comes, her muscles so tight they could snap like rubber bands. I just continue to lick up the sticky fluid as it floods from her pussy, until the well runs dry and she collapses in bliss.
I’m as deadly as a nuclear warhead as I climb onto the couch.
I pull a limp Liv onto my lap and position her on top of me. This is going to be so fucking quick, I barely have an ounce of control.
“Ride me.” I force myself inside her. “Fuck me. Let me watch.” I tangle my hands into her hair and stare up at her like I’m residing on another planet.
Liv braces her hands on my shoulders and begins to move. Up and down, slow at first, but I need more. I press her forehead to mine and punch my hips up over and over, burying my throbbing cock inside her again and again. Sliding in and out of her slick entrance so easily it feels like I’m swimming in warm honey.
We both gasp from the force of my thrusts. Liv trying to match my power, riding me hard, holding on for dear life. I feel the walls of her pussy spasming around me, birthing a voracious need right in the pit of my stomach.
“Fucking Christ, you feel so good.” I lose myself completely as I sneak a peek at where our bodies are joined. Watch the way her hips rock and her pussy consumes me.
It’s so fucking hot, so fucking good, I crumble into a million tiny pieces, submitting to lust and greed and hunger.
“I want to come inside you. Can I come inside you?” I clench my jaw, seconds away from impact.
“Yes,” she huffs, but at the last minute, I change my mind.
Tossing her onto her back, I pull out and jerk off all over her body. I’m quivering from head to toe. My heart is pounding like a bass drum, and my tailbone is tingling so hard it actually feels like it’s about to crack.
My ragged breaths echo around the room as I fight to regain my composure. Holy fucking hell. I stare down at Liv, and she’s lax beneath me, barely bothered I just shot a load all over her tits.
Trembling in a push-up position, I lightly drop a kiss on her flushed cheek.
She moans softly, and it turns me into molten goo.
“How about a shower?” I purr in her ear. “Clean you all up.”
Liv just nods her head. I’m anxious to see her all wet, but I wouldn’t mind leaving my cum all over her either. It’s dirty and sexy and makes me want to start all over again.
I haul Liv to her feet and walk her into the bathroom. In no time, I have the water a comfortable temperature and am soaping off the mark I left. She just stands there, content, leaning against the wall, the steam clouding around us like a dream. Or more, a fantasy. I have dreamt of Liv Ward for ten years. Dreamt of her just like this, naked, sated, and all fucking mine.
“How are you feeling?” I skim my lips up her neck and bring my eyes to meet hers. They’re hazy, and hooded, and the hazel is so fucking intense, the mix of green and brown looks like it’s glowing.
“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to feel. I want to be numb.”
