“Why not?” she teases me.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I caress her upper thigh, memorizing each and every twinkling star on her garter belt tattoo.
“Pancakes, chocolate milk, and coffee,” she purrs, rolling and stretching her overworked body under the sheets.
“Done.” I inhale the scent of sex on her skin, unsure if I’m ready for her to wash it away.
“You make the call. I’ll turn on the water.” She kisses me tenderly, and the touching gesture sparks all kinds of small emotive fires inside me. I clutch her face, staring fiercely into her eyes. How badly do I want to tell her everything? How much I love her. How much I need her. How she is the only one. Instead, I just kiss her. Firmly and passionately, sliding my tongue amorously in and out of her mouth. I can’t get enough of her.
I feel like I’ll never get enough of her.
A sexy little whimper escapes from her as I ravish her with my tongue.
“I love the sounds you make. I love the way you feel.” That’s the best I can do at the moment. That’s as close as I can come to revealing my true feelings.
“I love the way you touch me.” Liv sits up and places a hand on my cheek. She drops one more kiss on my lips before heading to the bathroom.
Once she’s out of sight, I flop onto the pillow and stare at the ceiling, unsettled.How the fuck am I ever going to be able to let this woman go?
I order breakfast on the fly, then head into the bathroom for a shower rendezvous with Liv.
“I waited for you.” She’s holding a small bottle of travel soap.
“Well, I appreciate that.” I step into the decent-sized stall with her and let the warm water rain over my skin.
“I didn’t get to appreciate you the last time we did this.” She ogles my body.
“If I remember correctly, you absolutely did.” She gave me the best fucking head of my life the last time we were in the shower together.
Liv laughs sweetly. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean, then?” I crowd her into the corner so I can steal a kiss.
“I meant, you’ve got a lot of new body art to admire.” She traces the colorful phoenix on my left pec, following its fiery wing up my shoulder and down my arm. “This one is super sexy.”
“You have some super sexy body art yourself.” I brush my fingertips along the ink ringing around her thighs. She sighs submissively as she looks up at me.
“I always liked the idea of garter belts. I think they’re seductive. And I love the night sky. So, I put the two together,” she explains.
“Well, they’re the hottest pair of thighs I’ve ever come across.” I put my hands all over her wet body, sucking on her skin and dragging the tip of my tongue up her neck.
“Mmm,” she moans, and my arousal wakes from its slumber. “Let’s get clean before we get dirty.” Liv puts the hold on things.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I debate.
Liv presents me with the small bottle of soap and a devilish look in her eyes.
“Fair enough. You don’t have to ask me twice.” I take the bottle willingly and pop the cap.
“Behave,” she warns.
Is this some kind of fucking test? Liv just asked me to soap her up, and she expects me to behave? I have never been one to do as I’m told.
I squirt the clear liquid into my hand and rub it all over Liv’s bare, wet skin. Over her shoulders and down her arms, across her breasts and around her hips. She’s so fucking perfect. Every inch, every curve. “I love fucking touching you.” I slide my hands farther south, gripping both her ass cheeks so hard she lifts up onto her toes. She likes it when I’m rough; I can see it on her face and in her hooded eyes. I rub my erection against her slick abdomen, sending the temperature in the shower from hot to boiling.
“Again? You really are relentless.” Liv teases my cock by running her hand across the letters tattooed on my stomach. I got the tat just a few weeks before we went to the prom. I was so proud of the fucking thing and felt like the shit when I showed her.
“I only have three more days with you. I need to make you come as many times as possible.”
