Page 114 of Summertime Friends

“No. Leave them on.”

I take her hand, walking her toward the stairs that lead up to my bedroom.

On the platform next to the stairs, I stop us. I’m the impatient one now. Spinning toward her, I pick her up and sit Emerson on the stairs. I kiss her lips, working my way to the spot below her ear. The skin is sensitive around the small scar she has here.

Her breathy moans are kindling to a fire, and that fire is me.

My hands are on either side of her waist on the step. I trail kisses lower and lower and lower.

Hovering over her, my hands grip the inside of her thighs. I spread her legs apart.

“You’re so wet, States,” I tell her as I lift my chin to look up at her. A finger slipping into her. “Have you been thinking about this for three years, too?”

Emerson swallows. She’s watching my mouth and nods.

EMERSON

His mouth is on me. I know the feeling I can expect, but the immediate gratification of what he’s doing is unexpected.

I think my muscles, bones, heart, brain, and lungs missed this. I missed him.

Having Liam back is a relief in every capacity.

His tongue drives every one of my senses wild. Circling, sweeping inside of me and back to my most sensitive spot. Pulling it in his mouth, biting down, and sucking on it at the same time.

He slides his right hand up my body, palming my breast in his hand, kneading it.

I keep trying to buck off the step, the pleasure already becoming too much. Liam’s other hand comes to my waist, holding me still.

I wanted this.

I want his mouth on me. I want him inside of me.

I wanted this, but I want an us. I want us more.

This entire time, I’ve always wanted us.

Wherever he’s been, wherever I’ve been, I’ve wanted it to be the same place. Whoever he’s been with, whoever I’ve been with, I’ve wanted it to be us. Whatever his future holds, whatever my future holds, I’ve wanted it to be our future.

I’ve wanted us. And now I finally have it.

“I want us,” I repeat to him.

He sucks harder. “Liam,” I cry out.

He keeps going, not letting up.

Running my hands through his hair, I do the unthinkable and pull his mouth off me. Angling his head up toward my face, I can see myself glistening on his lips, and somehow, I become even more turned on.

“I’ve always wanted us.” I lock our eyes and tell him. I want him to know that as much as I want this right now, we are more than any sexual attraction. More than our pasts. We are forever.

“I know,” he says confidently.

He returns his mouth to me, and my orgasm hits me. A tsunami of pleasure and relief.

Liam stands up, pulling me with him.

“You said you had three years of things you wanted to do to me. Show me. Right now.”

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