Page 112 of Make Me Dream of You

“Yes,” I pant.

But then he pulls out, slipping away from me. I clutch at his forearm. “What?—”

“Shh.” He slides down my body, down between my legs and kisses me there.

Oh.

“Your just-fucked cunt is so pretty, Liv. Red and puffy.” He spreads my lips with his fingers and laps at my clit until I’m wild. Bucking under him, grinding against his face. I’ve never been this wanton.

I moan and cry out, cursing his name under my breath desperately trying to get air.

“Please. Noah. Please.”

He looks up at me, sucking hard on my clit. “Please what? What do you need?”

I’m trembling. On the edge again. “You. I need you. Please.”

“You want me to fuck you some more?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I have to give my girl what she needs.” He crawls back over me, his cock hard and nudging at me.

I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades as he slides all the way back in.

“You still good?” he whispers against my neck and kissing me there.

“More than good.”

He pulls back so we’re face-to-face. We undulate, our bodies in sync, my hips meeting his thrusts in a steady rhythm.

Little gasps. Eye contact. Nose kisses.

I cling to him.

“I’ve got you,” he says.

And everything else melts away. We move together, skin slick, his grunts low, my moans high and soft. Each stroke more intense, heightening every sense. The scent of him, the sounds of each breath, the taste of his lips laced with me. Everything in this moment is perfect.

“You’re perfect,” he says, voice strained and shaky. He dips his hand between us, the pad of his thumb slippery, circling my tender clit. “You going to come on my cock, angel?”

I’ve been dangling on the verge of another climax, about to go over at any moment.

“Yes.” It’s more of a plea.

“Good girl.” He applies a little more pressure to my clit, while he pumps in and out of me slow. Slow and steady and deep. So deep.

All the sensations are overwhelming. His cock inside me, filling me, pulsing. His touch, his words, the way he’s watching me as I come again. I clench around his cock as my climax hits, squeezing his hips with my legs and pulling him in. Closer. Deeper.

He leans in, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, barely containing his strength. He drags his thumb over my jaw and around my throat as he dips down to touch his lips to mine.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says, just above a growl, applying pressure to the sides of my neck.

He thrusts into me harder, his expression primal.

“I’m yours,” I say.

“Mine.”

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