“Did you miss me, Sparkles?”
“A little.”
My mouth travels down the column of her throat, stopping to suck on all her favorite spots.
“Please don’t be angry with me,” I say, looking up at her. “I didn’t bring anything.”
“You really never think you’re going to get lucky, do you?”
I raise my head until we’re eye-level. “I never thought I’d get this lucky.”
Our lips meet again, and this kiss is more heated, more urgent, more everything.
“Well,luckyfor you, we don’t need a condom.”
“We don’t?” I give her a questioning look, but she only responds by grabbing onto my shoulders and moving us in a half-circle. She presses me against the glass.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try with you.”
She turns off the shower. And then she drops to her knees.
With zero hesitation, she drags her tongue up my length. I practically slam my head against the door behind me. Jesus. This girl really is going to kill me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, looking up at me like a perfect angel.
“All good,” I grunt. My mind’s in a tailspin with Liv in front of me like this. I look down, memorizing every detail, and then I notice her knees wobbling. “Here.” I reach over the door to grab a folded towel off the shelf and place it down at my feet. “For your knees.”
She bites her lip and re-balances on top of the folded towel. “Thanks, Scottie.” She grins and licks me again.
“Fuck.”
She licks her lips, drops her eyes from mine and says, “You might want to hold on to the door.”
I chuckle and follow her instructions, but my laughter dissipates immediately when she takes me into her mouth.
“God, Olivia,” I groan, watching her. “You have the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”
I can feel her lips stretch when I say it. She likes when I talk to her.
“Could you be any more perfect?” I ask, running a hand through her wet hair. I try to massage her scalp while I use my other hand for balance, but she’s making my brain too foggy to concentrate on much more than her lips.
She circles her tongue around me, and I can feel a moan vibrate from her throat.
“Does this turn you on, Sparkles?”
She releases me slowly and looks up. “Yes,” she admits, a grin playing at her lips. “A lot.”
Just her saying that makes me harder. I can feel myself twitch in her hand.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“Spread your legs, Olivia. Tell me how wet you are.”
Her gaze hooks on mine as she moves each knee a little wider. I swallow, watching her hand slide dangerously slow down her body. My lips part and I lean forward, greedy for the show.
She gasps, just one quick breath, and her mouth is on me again.
