Triumph!
Livvie let out a pleading sound. Her hips made little thrusts before she could help it. I went back to rocking against her. I treasured Livvie’s sigh of disappointment, the way she forced her hips to stop moving.
“Tell me what you want,” I said hotly in her ear.
She frowned, resisting.
I pulled my hips back and brushed her hole with an oiled finger. I pressed inside slowly, only to the first knuckle. Livvie was moaning loudly. I withdrew.
“Tell me.”
“Please, Caleb.” She lifted tail.
“Tell me.” I held the tip of my cock against her and pushed gently.
“Oh god!” She fisted the sheets and arched her back. “Please, Caleb. I need you.”
That was certainly good enough for me. However, having suddenly gained the submission I desired, I wondered if I was perhaps wrong to accept.
I kissed Livvie’s shoulder.
“Thank you for that. I know I’m a difficult man to trust.” My fingers found her wet flesh and slipped inside. It was familiar territory. It did not require me to be overly gentle or careful. It did not require her to bend her will to mine. It was safe.
Livvie hissed in arousal. Her hips moved as much as they were able beneath my weight.
“What are you doing?” Her voice carried on little more than breath.
I curved my fingers downward, pressing against the front of her inner walls. I knew I could make her come that way.
“I thought it was obvious. First, I’m going to make you come and then I’m going to fuck you until you do it again. And maybe once more after that.”
She whimpered. I lived for that sound.
“But… I thought… oh god… right there.” A series of moans and incoherent begging filled the small, intimate space between Livvie’s mouth and my ears. A wet rush escaped around my buried fingers. Livvie’s body was rigid, hijacked by her orgasm. And then she went limp. I slowly withdrew my fingers. I was eager to replace them.
“No, Caleb,” she murmured into the bedding. “Not like that.”
“Not like what?”
“I know what you want.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want it to hurt,” she whispered.
Her hair was matted to her forehead. Her body was flushed, and her eyes were closed. She didn’t acknowledge my tense reaction. She didn’t open her eyes to take in the moment. She seemed afloat in her bliss despite asking me to hurt her. Who the hell are you?
“You want me to hurt you?” I whispered.
She was quiet for a moment.
“I trust you, Caleb.”
“But…”
“Shhh,” she cooed. “Don’t analyze it. Just do it.”
With more than a small amount of trepidation, I did. I pressed into her ass in miniscule degrees. I could hear her breathing, deep breaths, in and out. She was willing me into her body through her submission. She kept herself open and ready.
My heart beat with enough force to leave a bruise in my chest. I didn’t understand. She wanted me to change. She wanted someone different. Didn’t she? Why was she baiting me? Part of me didn’t care. I wanted it too much to care. I focused on my shallow thrusts. I focused on the pressure surrounding me and the dull scrape of every hard-earned inch I buried.
Livvie whimpered. It was a sound born of pain. I held myself perfectly still.
“More,” she whispered. I obeyed.
There were tears in her eyes by the time I was fully inside. I was almost afraid to move, but equally as determined to take what Livvie had so boldly offered. My mind was befuddled—my body was not.
“Last chance,” I said. I pressed my lips to her cheek and they came away wet. I licked my lips to ingest her tears. I had tasted her sadness. I had tasted her joy. I wondered what kind of tears I tasted in that moment.
“Please,” and her rocking hips were her response.
I was so tangled up inside, it was a relief to let my body take over. I let myself fall: into a rhythm, into the void, into Livvie. I let her moans, whimpers, and cries into my ears. I answered them with groans, grunts, and hisses of breath. As my pace increased, the sound of our bodies slamming together joined in the chorus.
Livvie writhed beneath me. Sometimes she urged me deeper, harder, and faster. Other times, her sounds and movements begged me to go slower and pull back. There was no stop. Stop was unacceptable to us both.
When I couldn’t take the heat, I pulled Livvie up onto her knees. She pushed back against me, burying me inside. She cried out, coming and riding me hard. My world tilted on its axis. Mine!
“I’m going to come,” I warned.
Livvie was panting hard.
“Tell me you love me,” she said.
“You first!” I yelled and spilled inside her.
We didn’t discuss any of it afterward. Neither of us was willing to cede any further emotional territory.
CHAPTER TEN