“Do it,” I tell her.
I click the shutter again, my pulse pounding as she eases her fingers into her underwear. A sigh escapes her. Then, half to my shock and half to my utmost pleasure, she hooks her fingers into her panties and tugs them halfway down her thighs.
I try and shift the discomfort of my erection, then snap a series of photos that I don’t even need since this image of Liv is burned into my brain forever—naked except for her panties tangled around her thighs, her hand still easing down toward her slit, her hair a tumbled mess over her bare shoulders, her breasts so full and perfect. Arousal brewing in her eyes. I can feel it from across the room, pulsing through her like lava.
I lower the camera. I want her bad.
“I think…” I clear my throat. “I think the camera is running out of memory.”
“Oh. I was hoping to get a few shots of you.”
I shut the camera down before she can act on that. The air is thick, hot. I want to pull her into my arms, feel her body crushing against mine, pliant and yielding.
“Dean.”
I lift my gaze to hers. She’s watching me, her breath still quick.
I can’t stand it anymore. I put the camera down and cross to her in three steps. Grab her shoulders and haul her against me. Capture her sweet mouth and kiss her senseless.
She sucks in a breath, her body going all soft against me, her arms winding around my waist. Her full breasts press against my chest. I can feel her nipples clear through my sweatshirt. My head spins with the feel and taste of her.
She runs her hand down my stomach to my erection. The heat of her hand burns through my jeans. She steps back far enough to unfasten them, pulling them and my boxers down. When she closes her hand around my stiff cock and starts sinking to her knees, my head almost explodes.
“Wait.” I yank my sweatshirt over my head and drop it onto the floor in front of her.
She shoots me a quick smile, adjusting the sweatshirt so she can kneel on it before she turns her attention to my cock. In one, easy movement, she has me in her mouth.
I tighten my hand on her hair. The sight of her kneeling in front of me, her lips and tongue working over my shaft, drives all thought from my brain. There’s only her wet mouth and my blood pulsing. Tension builds like steam.
I grip the back of her neck. She slides her mouth off me and sits back, her chest heaving. I reach down to palm her gorgeous breasts, rubbing my fingers over her nipples in the way I know she likes. She lets out a sigh and pushes herself into my hands. I tug her to her feet and turn her toward one of the boarded-up windows.
“Hold on.”
She grasps the windowsill and pushes her ass toward me. I tug her panties down her legs and pull them off.
“Jesus, Liv.” My chest burns as I stare at the curve of her back, her round ass, her legs spread apart. “I’m going to come before I get inside you.”
“Oh, don’t,” she breathes. “I want to feel you again…”
I rub my hand across her pretty ass. She gasps, spreading her legs wider. She’s still wearing her heeled pumps. She’s sexy as hell.
I trail one finger down to her slit. She moans. I ease a finger into her. Grasp my shaft with my other hand and squeeze. Pressure cords my spine. As much as I’d like to draw this out, I know I can’t last much longer.
Liv lowers her head, her hand sliding between her legs to her clit. “Dean, please. I need you now.”
I push my knee between her thighs to press them farther apart, then position my cock at her slit. One thrust into her tightness, and my blood goes into full boil. She groans, pressing one hand to the board and pushing backward again.
Heaven. Pure, sweet heaven.
I clutch her hips and shove into her again and again. Her ass slams against my stomach. Moans stream from her throat. The air is drenched with heat.
Part of me never wants this to end. I could do this forever, pumping into her, feeling her inner muscles clenching around my shaft, her body shaking as she takes the force of each thrust. I dig my fingers into her hips, wanting to drive us both to the edge.
“Dean, I’m… oh, God, don’t stop.” Liv moves her hand up to play with her breasts, the other still braced against the window. “Oh, you feel so good.”
I pump into her a few more times, then pull out. I grab her waist and tug her upright. She turns toward me, her hair falling into her face as she sinks against me for a hot kiss.
“Come here.” I take my sweatshirt off the floor and toss it onto the parlor chair. After sitting down, I motion for Liv to come closer. Her gaze tracks down my chest to my rigid cock. I slide my hands to the backs of her thighs and turn her around.