Page 102 of Make Me Dream of You

Bex is snoring

I lean over the railing in the loft, overlooking the living room and then out the large windows, the serene water and the skyline of downtown Seattle.

The sky is a hazy gray this morning. No one is up yet. I’ve been awake for hours.

Movement below catches my eye. I barely catch a glimpse of Livvy’s ankle, a towel swishing over her arm as she disappears into the bathroom.

Water is running, steam beginning to fog the mirror when I slip inside and lock the door behind me. I whisper her name, not wanting to startle her and risk waking anyone else up. “Can I come in?”

“Noah?”

I peek my head inside the curtain, not being able to keep down my face-splitting grin at the sight of her. Rivulets of water stream down her body, her skin rosy from the hot water.

“Morning, you,” I say, almost stepping in fully clothed.

She bites her lip as she runs a washcloth over her shoulders and across her chest, soapy bubbles sliding down her perfect tits and over her darkened nipples.

Fuck.

I undress in a frenzy, throwing clothes behind me carelessly, practically fumbling over myself to get in with her.

My hands are immediately around her face and in her hair. Pushing her up against the tile. My mouth on hers, devouring her strained gasp.

“Shh. We’ve got to be quiet.” I pull away, rubbing my thumbs along that full lower lip of hers.

She nods.

“Good girl. Now, keep washing up. I’ll just be down here.”

I drop to my knees. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips and thighs, spreading them just enough to get my face between them and my tongue where we both need it.

The thump of her hand smacking the wet tile along with a muffled moan comes when my tongue strokes her most sensitive spot, but otherwise, my girl is so good. So good and so quiet while I eat her out.

I close my eyes as the hot water streams down my face, concentrating only on how her clit is swelling against my tongue and holding her hips tight as her legs start to shake.

She grips my shoulder with one hand, panting above me. Her other hand twists in my hair as she starts to rock against me, grinding her pussy against my face.

Good fucking girl.

There’s a knock-knock at the door.

“Hngh,” Livvy whimpers over me.

The knock is harder. “Livvy, you’ve been in there a long time, are you almost done? I really need to pee!” Bex yells.

Fuck!

“Shit. She’s never up this early,” Livvy says through heavy breaths.

I look up at Livvy, her lips dark and swollen, nipples hard, chest heaving.

“Almost finished!” She calls out to her sister.

Then she fists my hair. “Don’t you dare stop.” And yanks me back between her thighs.

Oh. My already hard cock jumps. Pulsing. It’s the hottest thing any woman has ever done to me.

I lap her up, concentrating on her little throbbing clit. Her nails dig into my scalp, a rush of sweetness hits my tongue, and she goes limp.

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