Page 33 of Gone for You

Holy shit. If she dropped the f-bomb, I must be doing everything right.“Why thank you,” I say, cheesy smile in place. I don’t give her a chance to respond, though, because talking time is over. Now that I know she’s ready for this, it’s go time.

Our mouths fuse together, tongues tangle, her hands release their tight grip on my headboard and rub up and down my back, around my waist and over my abs. I think she might be counting them but I can’t be sure. I might remember to ask her later.

I trail my lips down her neck, over her collarbone. Palming her right breast, I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb. She cries out and then screams, “Oh! Oh! That’s right! Move. Move quick.”

Her hips buck and I sit up, worried that something’s wrong. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” I sit on my ass beside her and she jackknifes, pressing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me back.

“Of course not. But, you had your chance to explore –“

“Which I haven’t completed yet,” I remind her.

“And now it’s my turn because your nipple’s pierced and I’m really curious about it and want to play.”

I lay back, place my hands behind my head and tell her, “Have at it.”

“No shame,” she teases.

“Nope.”

She straddles me, fingers spread wide as she explores my body. I’m hard as a diamond in an ice storm and the way she’s sitting definitely isn’t helping. When I reach around with one hand, grip her ass and squeeze, she bares down, letting me slide between her. We both groan at the contact.

“Can I touch it?”

“Of course.” I don’t know what she’s asking me about, my dick or nipple piercing, and I don’t care.

She timidly reaches up and sticks out a single finger, poking at it with a worried look on her face. After she comes in contact with the silver hoop, a small smile graces her lips right along with a little puff of air. She gains a bit of courage and lightly flicks the metal and I let out a scream, “Ow!” loudly and she jumps then slaps me in the arm when she realizes I was just joking because of my roaring laughter.

“You ass! I thought I hurt you!”

I cup her cheek and rub with my thumb. “You were so freaked out. Relax, Liv. You’re not going to hurt me. You can play with it,” I show her by fiddling with the hoop. “You can even lick and suck it.” I waggle my eyebrows. “I told you earlier, you can do anything you want, within reason,” I add on quickly.

Her eyes dart from my face to my piercing, holding there until she gains the courage to do with it as she pleases. When her hot mouth touches my nipple, I almost come right there. Between the position we’re in and the feel of her tongue on me, it’s almost too much for me to handle.

I gather up her blonde hair in my hand and pull it off to the side so I can see her face. Her pink tongue darts out, flicks the metal hoop and I have to suck in a deep breath. It might have hurt like a son of a bitch to have it pierced, but it’s because the nipple is full of nerves. Which means, it hurt initially but now that it’s healed, it’s justsensitivein the best of ways.

Liv lifts her head, winks and smiles, still close to my chest. I watch in amusement as she walks her first and middle finger down my upper body. She takes a detour to tickle my abs, running across all six of them.

She shifts so that she can pay some attention to my neck, “Nice six pack ya got there, Eth,” she murmurs against my skin.

If she wasn’t currently rendering me speechless, I’d say thank you, but all I can get out is a grunt. And then… her hand wraps around me and my hips have a mind of their own. “Holy hell, Liv. I realize youjuststarted touching me but babe, when I come, it’s not gonna be in your hand or on my stomach.”

She pumps her hand a few times, rubbing her thumb over the tip and I growl her name, shove my hands under her arm pits and haul her sweet ass up. She doesn’t even hesitate, she just straddles me and then… she’s on me, around me, covering me.

Oh my hell, she’s tight and warm and now she just raised up and slammed down onto me. Her breasts bouncing, our pleasure cries echoing off the walls of my bedroom. Her hips pivot back and forth, rocking back and forth on me.

I let out a loud “Mmm,” but don’t lose my head. Yet. Tapping her on the thigh, I remind her, “Babe. Condom.”

She stills, unfortunately, and looks down at me with wide eyes. “Oh crap.”

“I mean, I’m clean but not sterile so we’d better wrap it up.”

“I do have an IUD and I’m clean, too.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”

“I trust you. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do but, I’ve never gone without and I have to admit, it’s a little more intense than I expected.”

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