“Are you going for a world record?”
“Maybe.” I sneak my hand south, then ambush her, slinking a soapy finger into her pussy.
“Damon.” She grabs my wrist. “That’s not fair.”
“Whoever said I played fair?” I flick my wrist, moving my slippery finger in and out.
“Damn you.” She inhales sharply as I add my thumb to the mix, rubbing her clit until she’s moaning.
“That’s it, baby.” I finger-fuck her until she’s riding my hand, throbbing with pleasure and pleading to come. “Look at me, Liv.” I touch her like she’s mine, because she fucking is. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. “Look at me while you come.”
She forces her heavy eyes open as she slowly begins to fall apart. I hold her hostage against the wall while the shower head rains down. She’s panting, desperate and trapped. “Don’t close your eyes.” I lean in to kiss her. I want to watch. I want to feel.
I pump a little harder, granting her the pressure she needs until she cracks.
“Oh, God.” I swallow her words as she comes all over my fingers. The moment consumes me. I close my eyes and kiss her through her orgasm. It’s electrifying. Hot, sexy, dirty, everything I could ever want to share with Liv and more.
My cock is so fucking hard, I could put it right through the glass. I push Liv down to her knees, still trembling. I want that lingering little piece of her pleasure. I want to feel it wrapped around my erection.
Liv swallows me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.Fuck, it’s so good. I pump my hips, accepting every inch she is willing to accept. It doesn’t take long. I could come just from watching her.
A surging pressure begins to rise, my thighs quiver, and my tailbone tingles as she works me over with her talented mouth, jerking me off with both hands. I slam my palm against the wall for support, seconds away from shattering.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I barely warn her before the contractions begin. The electric shocks blaze through my thighs and reach all the way to the bottom of my feet. “Dear fucking God.” I brace myself against the wall, utterly dizzy with bliss. My whole body is throbbing, heavy, and completely consumed by exhaustion.
Liv kisses her way up my abs and chest until we’re standing face to face.
“Dirty enough for you?” She thinks her comment is cute.
“This time around, yeah.” I pull her into my arms and place us under the warm spray. “Now it’s time to get clean.”
After a rub-a-dub-dub, we stumble our way out of the shower and dry off just in time for room service to arrive. Coffee, bacon, and pancakes have never looked so appetizing.
Liv and I make ourselves comfortable around the tiny coffee table in front of the large window. The sun is just starting to rise over the mountains, so the sky is lit up with oranges and golds. The Earth is always so peaceful and quiet at sunrise. If I had to choose a perfect time of day, this would be it.
I spy Liv picking her pancakes apart. “No syrup?”
“No, I like them just like this. Finger food.” She tears another piece off and pops it into her mouth. She’s curled up comfortably in the red chair, staring out the window at the spectacle unfolding in front of us.
“How are you feeling about your dad?” I’m pretty confident no one has asked her how she’s been feeling through all this.
Liv shrugs forlornly. “The painful times come and go. They hit me when I'm least expecting it. But I will admit, my mind has been preoccupied this last week, so I think that’s helping. I keep wondering if I was home, would the grief completely consume me?” She contemplates. “Not that I don’t have a ton of shit to occupy me there.”
“Worried about your show thing?”
“Terrified. I want it to be perfect.”
“C’mon, Livey, this is you we’re talking about. It will be perfect. Remember that art fair thing you had in the ninth grade? You had me and your father looking all over town for a specific brand of magenta just so you could get the color of the cherry blossoms right.”
“I do remember that.” Liv smiles fondly. “I won that contest.”
“Yes, you did. Those were the best times,” I reminisce. Missing my dad, and the Bowman, and being that young.
“They were pretty fun,” she agrees.
“I’m kind of enjoying the time we’re spending together now, too,” I slip that in.”
“Are you now?”
