“Give me a kiss, beauty.”
Her surprise melts into a smile as she turns to press her mouth to mine. She tastes like tomatoes and oregano. Her breasts crush against my chest. I hold the sides of her face and deepen the kiss, sinking into her, breathing her in. When she eases back to look at me, I rest my forehead against hers. My heart’s pounding.
I kiss her again, sliding my tongue across her lower lip. My cock swells. Liv responds with increasing urgency, squirming against me before she breaks away with a breathless little laugh.
“Wait, I have to…”
“Come on.” I grip her hips. Fire flares in my blood. “Let’s fuck.”
Shocked arousal fills her eyes. “Oh, Dean…”
I back her up toward the kitchen door. “The good doctor gave us permission. We’d find it more enjoyable, she said. We need to prove her right.”
“Wait… wait… turn off the stove.”
I release her for all of two seconds while I switch off the burners, then hurry to get her into the living room. I tug her hair free of the knot so I can run my fingers through the thick strands. I shift my other hand under her sweater to the small of her back. I ease my fingers into her jeans, past the elastic of her cotton panties. She rocks her hips and steps back to lift her arms.
I pull her sweater over her head, my cock twitching at the sight of her full breasts stretching her white button-down shirt. Her sensible bra is visible beneath it. She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back onto the sofa. Then she puts a leg over my thighs, straddling my lap. She slips her tongue into my mouth. Her teeth graze my lower lip.
She eases back to make room between us. I rub my hand over the curve of her belly, look at her breasts beneath her blouse. Nice.
“Undo it.” My voice is hoarse.
She reaches out to tug at my loose necktie and pull it from my collar.
“I meant your shirt,” I say.
“I know.” She works the buttons on my shirt instead, her cool hands going to the waistband of my trousers. She pauses to cup my erection. Pressure tightens my lower body, my spine.
“Liv.”
She lifts her hands to her shirt and unfastens the buttons. Her breathing is getting faster, her hair a heavy mass around her shoulders. She flicks open the front clasp of her bra. Ah, fuck. Her breasts are so white, so round. She squeezes them together, plucking at the hard nipples. I could come just by watching her.
She glances at me, her eyes hot. I grasp her hips and shift her so she’s lying in my lap, her back against the sofa cushions. Her breasts jut from between the open folds of her shirt. My prick throbs against her ass.
She wiggles, drives a hand into my hair, pulls my head down. I fasten my lips around her nipple and palm her other breast. She gasps, her hips bucking, her fingers gripping my hair. Her little panting noises flood me with heat.
“Dean, I’m… could you…”
I put my hand between her legs. Press my palm against her. She’s warm even through her jeans. I unzip and pull them over her hips, then drop them to the floor. Rub my hands over her smooth thighs. She arches up to meet the pressure of my fingers. The feel of her makes me burn.
She eases away just enough to be able to get at my fly. She unzips it and takes my cock in her hand. I stop thinking. She sits back on her heels. Her breasts are reddened from my mouth and hands. She’s all flushed, pretty, and hot.
I can’t stop staring at her. I wind a swath of her hair around my hand and pull her in for a deep kiss. Her tongue swirls against mine, her fingers closing on my cock. She slides her lips down my jawline, my neck, over my chest and down. She envelops the head of my prick in her mouth.
“Ah, Liv…” I tighten my hand on her neck. It’s tense and explosive, her going down on me.
Urgency fills my blood as she works her mouth on me, licking and sucking and tasting. I thrust harder, wanting to fuck her mouth. Tension collects along my spine. I dig my fingers into her scalp in an indication that she needs to stop or I’m going to lose it. She pulls back and glances up at me.
“How do you want it?” she whispers.
“You under me.”
Liv pushes away from me and heads for the bedroom. She stretches out on the bed with her legs over the side and props herself up onto her elbows to watch me. She’s like some sort of goddess with her hair all loose and tangled around her shoulders, her brown eyes glazed with arousal. A faint smile curves her gorgeous mouth.
Damn, but I missed her.
I climb onto the bed beside her. Run my hand over her breasts, the swell of her stomach, down between her legs. She’s warm all over. She shifts a little and sighs. I roll my tongue around her nipple, tasting peaches and Liv. She bucks up against me, spearing her hand into my hair.
“Dean, I’m ready. I want…”