“I amnot!” She pushes my chest, but I barely move and smile into the crease of her neck at how defensive she sounds.
“You didn’t even last ten minutes, beloved.” I bring my hand to her clit, and she moans so loud, I feel myself smirking against her lips. “And you’re going to come a third time.”
“Shut. Up.”
“You must’vereallymissed me.”
She shoves me harder this time, and when I look at her, she looks so embarrassed.
“It’s only been a week.”
She sends me a warning look I could never take as a true warning. “Liam–”
“Did you miss me, Sage?” I rub her clit softly as I leave a trail of kisses from her cheek to her ear. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“I did.”
“You did what?”
“I missed you.” Her voice is just above a whisper, and my lips land on hers as I finish. We both catch our breaths for a few minutes before I feel her kissing my neck ever so softly.
“Are you still tired?”
“Exhausted.” I take in another few breaths, but when I pull out of her and feel how wet she still is, I force myself not to collapse. “But you want to go again.” I pull away to look at her, and she nods shyly.
“Say it.”
She avoids my eyes, and I officially get off on seeing her struggle under me.
“Can we–”
“Speak up.”
Her eyes snap to mine, and she takes a deep breath. “Can we do it again?”
“Do what again?”
Her brows furrow, and her nose scrunches with the rest of her face. I kiss her nose and then her lips. “Say it.”
“You know what I mean.”
I pull away and put my hands up in mock surrender. “I don’t knowanything.”
She pauses for a second but then tilts her head back. She laughs when she realizes I’m mimicking her again. I pull her back on top of me and watch her for a few seconds.
“What?” She looks between my eyes, and I shake my head before kissing her dimple.
“You’re just so pretty.”
Her smile widens, and I kiss her cheek again before standing with her.
“We can fuck again since you want to so bad.”
She looks like she’s about to tell me not to sayfucklike that, so I shut her up with a kiss and lead us into her room. I’ve never been this far into her apartment, but I don’t bother looking around. I lay her on her bed and slip off the used condom, dumping it into the trash by her bed. Rather than climbing on top of her, I pull her leg to bring her closer and kiss my way between her legs.
She’s dripping, and I’ve barely been at it a minute, but I keep both hands on her legs as I fuck her with my tongue. She rocks her hips back and forth a few times, but I take my time, and when she starts whimpering my name, I glance up at her. I know what she wants, but I make her work for it.
I climb on top of her, and when she lets out an unsatisfied sigh, I pull away to look at her. “I know you didn’t finish.”
