“Someone once told me you shouldn’t let vendettas run your life.”
“She probably never had you like this.” She lifted her head and watched me. “If she knew revenge could be as sweet as this, she’d never stop seeking it out.” I smiled.
“Let’s hope not.”
I lost all logical thought as I felt Livvie’s hand travel down my chest toward her spread thighs and my cock. I let my head fall back when I felt her tentative fingers wrap around my flesh and guide me toward her *. She was so hot, so wet, and the pressure required to get the tip inside her hinted at how tight she would be.
“Livvie,” I said insistently. “Please let me touch you.”
Her soft lips kissed my throat.
“Tell me again how much you missed me.” Her hips rocked back and forth, trying to accommodate more of me. She whimpered but wouldn’t admit her difficulty.
I lifted my head and looked at her. Her face was a mixture of pleasure and pain, yet her eyes remained determined. I swallowed thickly.
“I missed you every day, Kitten. Every. Fucking. Day.” I raised my hips and felt myself slide into her a little deeper.
“Oh! God!” She pitched forward and held on to me. “Caleb,” she sighed. She was panting already. “Take it easy. I haven’t done this in a while.”
Her words brought me up short. I found myself suddenly jealous and angry. I was reluctant to show it. I didn’t have a right to my anger, except it didn’t matter—it was there. I stopped moving.
Livvie gained her breath and slowly rocked against me again. I tried to ignore the pleasure it brought me to gain further entrance into her body. She smiled at me and I scowled.
“Don’t be mad, Caleb.” She slid up a little on my dick and let her bodyweight push me deeper on the way down. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me. “I meant you. Not since you.”
My chest seemed to expand and contract in unison. It was barbaric, selfish, and nevertheless, I didn’t give a shit. Livvie belonged to me. Yes, I’d been with other women since her. In my heart, they had counted for nothing. I broke my promise, but still surrendered. I surrendered to Livvie’s power over me. I surrendered to the havoc she unleashed on my control. I raised one of my hands and pulled Livvie’s face toward mine. I needed to be inside of her. I needed my tongue in her mouth and my cock in her body like I needed my next breath.
We moaned into one another’s mouths as our bodies instinctively moved against each other. I moved my other arm off the sofa and wrapped it around Livvie’s waist. I had her pinned against me. A dark thrill rushed through me as I yielded to my primal nature to conquer.
I stopped kissing her and held her still as I bent my knees and thrust into her. I heard her cry out, but she didn’t ask me to stop. Her arms wrapped tightly around my head. I thrust again, and again, until at last, I felt the whole of me inside her tight heat.
I felt incapable of speech. I had wanted her for so long. I had dreamt of her in my sleeping hours and ached for her in my waking ones. There was nothing I could say to compare with the intense elation and satisfaction of finally having that which I had desired for so very long. Nothing except—
“I love you.”
I didn’t intend to say the words. I knew she wasn’t ready to hear them. However, I’d been waiting to tell her since the moment I watched her leave and I couldn’t hold it in a minute longer.
Livvie burst into tears and held me tighter to her chest to keep from meeting my eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. She moved her body, sliding herself up and down my cock in a rhythm that demanded I keep pace. I was at a loss for what to do. It seemed I’d done and said enough already, so I did the only thing I could: I did as I was told.
Pressed so close to Livvie’s chest, it was easy to find my way to her breasts again. I put my mouth around one of her nipples and resumed my previous attentions. I palmed her ass in both hands. I was rewarded with moans and sighs instead of sobs. All the while, I felt her * trying to accommodate me further. Her wetness came more freely after a moment. Her muscles relaxed. I could move faster, push harder, and go deep on every forward thrust. The sound of my balls making contact with her wet flesh, her moans above me, the heat and tightness surrounding me—it all spurred me toward my crisis.
“More, Caleb. Oh, god, please!” Her words were a high-pitched plea. Her movements were frantic and disjointed. She was chasing an orgasm that wouldn’t come and then came too hard and fast.