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“We need to talk, Vince,” I complain, but my voice is already getting breathy.
He nods, bringing his mouth forward to kiss the insides of each of my knees in turn. “We will,” he murmurs against my skin. “As soon as you can think clearly again. I didn’t mean to freak you out, Liv. I promise nothing will change between us if you say no. Just relax, okay?”
The skirt is tight over my thighs, but he manages to push it up all the way to my waist. Then he keeps one hand and his lips on my skin as his other hand moves up to undo the buttons on my shirt. While he’s at it, he teases his fingers over my breasts and pinches my nipple through my bra. I gasp, my breathing speeding up as my head falls back.
Part of my brain is screaming at me that I should put a stop to this so we can talk instead, but I know if I do stop him right now, I’m just going to rush through the conversation so I can get him to bed. Or the shower. Or just up on the couch with me.
Besides, we’ve got time.There are still a couple months of touring ahead of us. We don’t have to hash it all outright now.
So instead of listening to the more practical part of my brain, I listen to my heart and my body. Both of those just want to be with him, to enjoy what we’ve got now before we dive into the serious stuff.
Threading my fingers into his dark-blond hair, I scrape my nails over his scalp and spread my legs to give him better access. I’ve heard that some women don’t like this, but Vincent going down on me is one of my favorite things.
I freaking worship his tongue just as completely as I do his fingers and his dick. The boy is talented in every arena, and although I don’t like knowing how he got so good at it, I’ve decided to focus on the fact that I get the benefits of all that practice.
When he seals his mouth over my pussy, my hips buck even though I’ve still got my panties on. A noise of pleasure and satisfaction rumbles in the back of his throat, and a rush of heat shoots through me, soaking my panties in the process.
“There we go,” he murmurs against the fabric, breathing me in as he runs his nose from the bottom of my slit to the top before he wraps his hands around my shins and tugs me to the edge of the couch. “Do you want to come for me already, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” is all I manage to get out as my eyes slam shut and sensation makes all my nerve endings spark. Ever since I told him that morning in Spain that it turns me on when he talks to me this way, he’s really been upping his game.
I’ve been trying to do the same, but it’s still difficult for me. Sometimes it takes me out of the moment so much that it ruins things for me a little. When I talked to him about it, he told me it was okay to be shy and that I don’t have to say anything I’m not comfortable with.
Still, I want to be as bold as he is about it. More specifically, I want to be able to be as open with him during sex as I am the rest of the time. I want to be able to tell him what I want and tease him with my words just like he does with me.
While we talked about it, he told me that the secret is just to say what you’re thinking withoutoverthinking it. I’ve been working on it, and I like to think I’m getting better.
With my fingers in his hair and my legs spread wide, my shirt open and my breasts now freed from the confines of my bra, I try not to think about how wanton I must look right now. My bra isn’t even off. He’s just lifted my boobs out of the cups. I must look like a freaking porn star, but when he glances up at me with his lids hooded and his pupils so dilated that there’s almost no color left around them, I don’t care.
“I want to come for you,” I murmur. Then I say the words I’ve been thinking about since that morning. I don’t know if either of us is ready to be tied up without having an anxiety attack about it, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do anything we planned that day.
“I really, really want to come for you, but I want you to make me wait for it,” I whisper. “I want you to take your time. We have the day off tomorrow, and the first show is only the night after.”
His eyes flare wide open, and his movements still for a moment. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Let’s just take it slow, okay? Unless you have plans with James—”
“I don’t,” he says hoarsely, his voice almost ragged. “I told him I didn’t feel like going out tonight. The only place I want to be right now is here with you.”
“Then let’s do it,” I say even though my poor clit is already so hard that I think a single touch might set me off. “I can’t promise to last, but I can promise to try.”
“We’ll take it slow,” he says. “There are no rules here, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world, so if you want to be teased, I’ll tease you. But if you get over it, just tell me.”
“Okay.” My eyes close again when he nips at the inside of one of my thighs. “My safe word is pineapple.”
“Pineapple?” He snorts in an attempt to hold back a surprised laugh. “Why pineapple?”
I shrug. “I’ve been thinking about it, and it doesn’t seem likely to come up naturally while we’re doing this.”
“Pineapple it is,” he says. “I’ll keep my ears open. In the meantime, just lie back and enjoy it. Do you want to move this to the bed?”
I shake my head. “Let’s stay here for now. We can always move later.”
He smirks, but it’s strained. “Okay, let’s give this a try, then. For the record, my safe word is basil. At this point, it’s possible I’ll need to tap out before you do.”
“I doubt it.” I squirm when he pulls my panties aside and teases my entrance with his fingers while he’s still looking up at me.
It’s not long after he seals his mouth over my clit and slides a finger into me that I need to stop him. After that, I lose all track of time. Vincent gets himself naked at some point before picking me up and carrying me to the bed, then gets me naked before lying me back on it.
