Page 73 of Head Over Heels

There’s something so excellent about Liv begging. About Liv, who is so strong and so sure, reduced to this. So I do it more. I tease and tease, my tongue outlining the cleft over and over again, finding her clit more swollen with each pass but only barely touching where she needs me most.

“I hate you hate you hate you hate you hate you,” she chants, as I take my hands away from her breasts to part her lips, licking everywhere except her clit, teasing in circles that close in but won’t complete, making sure I touch every last sensitive surface with my lips and tongue. She lifts her hips and thrusts toward my face, she grabs my head and pushes, but I keep her right here, desperate and on the edge.

Then I raise myself up on my elbows and pull the edge of the sleeping bag back so I can see her face.

She glares down at me.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes I fucking want to come.”

“Would you be willing to ask for it?”

“I want to come.”

“You can do better than that.”

“I’m going to get you back for this,” she says.

“I have no doubt,” I tell her dryly.

“Please, Chase. Please make me come.”

I squint at her. “More feeling.”

I resume my teasing, one hand once again circling her breasts but this time refusing to even touch the sensitive points, my other hand holding her open so I can apply the warmth of my mouth everywhere she wants me except her swollen clit.

“Please, Chase,” she begs, sounding much more like she means it. “Please, please, please—please make me come. God, Chase, you are such a fucking sadist,pleeeeeease!”

I oblige with an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy, my tongue circling in on its target, both my hands finding both her nipples, pinching, flicking, tweaking, until she’s thrashing under me and sobbing: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes oh my God, yes.”

It takes a while before she says anything else.

“This was a good day,” are the first words out of her mouth.

It wasn’t just a good day. It was a perfect day. Hiking in the woods. Eating by the side of a stream. Making camp by a lake. The swimming, the campfire, the hot dogs, the marshmallows.

This.

She clutches my arm. “I love this.” She gestures around us—the orgasm, yes, but also the campfire, the lake, the starry sky, the whole fucking forest—her sweep takes in all of it. “I didn’t think I would, but I do.”

I open my mouth. I’m not sure what I think is going to come out. I’ve done it, what I set out to do. I have made her love what I love, and surely,surelythat means—

I love you.

Stay with me.

I open my mouth.

“Did you hear me?” she teases. “I admitted I like something you like. Aren’t you supposed to lord it over me?”

I stare at her.

Just say it. Just say it.

“Chase,” she whispers.

She’s lying there, holding her arms out to me.

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