Page 93 of Make Me Dream of You

“My greedy girl wants to come?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Please, Noah.”

She throws her head back, completely open to me, trusting that I’ll take care of her. And I will. I’ve got her. She’s safe anchored against me. Safe to focus only on the pleasure I’m giving her. She knows I’ll read every little moan and change in breath, arch in her back and thrust against my palm.

She knows I’ll make it good for her, and I won’t let up until she reaches that peak and spills over the edge. I whisper in her ear how beautiful she is, how perfect, how she’s my good girl.

Her hard little clit pulses under my finger and with an exhale she cries out and shudders in my arms, contracting on my fingers inside her. I hold her while she falls apart, out of breath, spasms coursing through her body.

After a moment, her rising chest eases. I kiss her temple and she lets out a quiet, contented sigh before she twists around and kisses me hard on the mouth.

She pulls back, eyes lust-filled, pupils dilated.

“Can I?” She grips my thigh under the water before sliding her hand along the length of my erection. She smirks as she moves her hand up, up, and then down into my swim trunks.

The instant she touches my cock all thoughts leave my body. I am nothing in this moment but hers. All hers. I nod dumbly.

I stand and she tugs on my shorts, pulling them half-way down my thighs. My cock springs out, jutting straight at her and the little gasp she makes at the sight of it makes it jump and my balls tighten.

She looks up at me and licks her lips. Fuck.

“Tell me… Tell me how you like it.”

I groan. “Fuck. Anything you do will be perfect. Trust me, I’ll like it.”

She moves in tentatively and presses her soft lips to the tip of me. Then she kisses it again, this time with an open mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick the underside of my shaft. She looks up, as if asking for approval.

“Perfect,” I say. She’s perfect.

Her tongue is warm as she licks the length of me. Fuck. Her hands soft as she holds onto my thighs to steady herself. She sucks in the head. Jesus. Then takes me all the way in. My eyes roll back. I’m dizzy. Overcome.

“Go slow,” I say, already knowing I’m not going to last long.

Not only has it been a while since I’ve gotten head, but the way she’s looking up at me, with those big eyes, all innocent and beautiful, with my cock in her mouth—the sight is sending me. It’s too much.

I can’t look away. She moves up and down on me, pausing to lick or kiss before sucking again, harder then softer, gauging my reactions.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Looking at her, thinking about her, I’m already tensing all over, my cock pulsing with the need to climax between her perfect lips. I could hold it off by thinking about something else. But I don’t want to think about anything else, picture anything else but her.

She closes her eyes and squeezes me at the base, humming when I hit the back of her throat. I grunt, white-knuckling the sides of the hot tub, trying to hold still, to hold back.

But I can’t help it. She has me moaning. I thrust my hips in rhythm with her and she starts to bob faster.

“Fuck. Liv, I can’t—I’m going to—if you don’t want it—” Shit.

She locks her eyes on mine and sucks harder, no intention of letting me finish anywhere else.

It unravels me.

I erupt instantly.

Her eyes are on me as I convulse into the whimpering, vulnerable, shivering mess she’s made me. She doesn’t shy away, milking every last drop I have to offer.

There’s a rustle from the pathway. A scraping of branches. The thwap of sandals on cobblestones.

Livvy pulls back, scampering to the other side of the hot tub while I hastily pull my shorts up just as Wood emerges from around a bush, towel over his shoulder, beer in hand.

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