“And you. A part of me still can’t believe I’m back. Can’t believe it’s all over.”
I brush a strand of hair out of her face and stroke her cheek in the process. “Same. Sometimes I still think this is a dream. That I’m going to wake up and you won’t be here anymore. But it’s real. All of this is real. We’re going to build a life together. We’re going to have a family together.”
She smiles at me. “A family.”
“When was the last time you had a check-up?” I ask.
“Not since before the fire,” she replies. “Being on the run kind of means not going to the OBGYN. For obvious reasons.”
A light pang of regret stabs at my heart. I don’t think I can ever stop feeling guilty for forcing her to do that.
“I can make an appointment with Dr. Atlee. I’m sure she’d be happy to see you.”
“Maybe.” Liya chews her bottom lip thoughtfully. “The last time I saw her, we weren’t exactly on such nice terms. Do you think she’ll forgive me?”
“It’s impossible to stay mad at you,” I reply. “You know that, right?”
“Still…” She looks away, an unreadable expression on her face.
I reach up, hook my finger under her chin, and tilt her face back to me. “Trust me,” I say. “She’ll be just as happy to see you as I am.”
She giggles and then moves closer. “I don’t think anyone is as happy to see me as you.”
“You’re right.”
My finger is still hooked under her chin, and with a single tilt, I bring her lips close to mine. There’s no resistance as she fills the space between us with her curves. The kiss deepens, and I feel my cock slowly stirring to life.
Liya takes hold of my face, pulling me closer as we kiss. My hands reach down and find the hem of her negligee and slowly hike it up. Her breath quickens as my hand drifts between her legs, and she slides her hand over my exposed chest in response.
Slowly, I maneuver her until she’s lying on her back, and I kiss my way down her body. Her eyes are half closed, but there’s an irresistible flush on her cheeks. I kneel down beside the bed and kiss her knee to ask for her permission.
She obliges, slowly spreading open her legs to give me a closer look at her glistening sex. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looks at me, lips slightly parted in anticipation of what comes next.
I bend down and start licking. Her entire body jolts when my tongue makes contact, and for a moment, her legs press closely against my cheeks. I reach up and push them open again as I focus my attention on her swollen clit and the bead of nectar peeking from her core. My tongue sweeps across the delicate folds, drawing out one quiet, whimpering moan after another with each pass.
Her hips start bucking as she moves to match my pace. I keep a tight grip on her thighs as my tongue continues teasing her clit. Another tremor rushes through her, and we make eye contact just in time for me to see her eyes roll back as she succumbs to the throes of pleasure. I climb atop her and position myself between her legs, ready to feel her again when she places her feet on my chest.
“Wait,” she says quietly. “I want to return the favor.”
I smile as she gets off the bed, kneels in front of me, and kisses her way down. I close my eyes in anticipation of the moment her perfect mouth will wrap around me, but it never comes. My eyes fly open, and I see Liya staring back at me with a devilish grin on her face.
“What?” I breathe.
She rubs her thumb in slow, torturous circles around the pulsing head. “I want you to beg for it.”
“Please, Liya,” I say, my voice thick with want and need. “Please.”
Never tearing her gaze away from me, she closes her mouth around the tip and swirls her tongue around the sensitive flesh. A hand cups my balls while another slowly pumps the shaft. I throw my head back and let out a grunt of appreciation. But she goes no further, content to continue torturing me like this. To see if I will try and assert control. To see if I will give in.
When I don’t, she inches herself down the shaft until I feel my cock push deep into her throat. Her head starts bobbing up and down. Slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster. A hand reaches up and pushes on my chest until I’m lying back as she sucks me mercilessly.
A familiar tremor runs through me, and I reach out to stroke her hair. “Liya,” I say. She ignores my plea and continues.
“Liya,” I try again. “You’re going to make me…”
She slows her motion and releases me with a lightpopfrom her lips. Her eyes are drooping with lust, and a thin silken line connects her mouth to my cock.
“I’ll make you what?” she whispers huskily as she slowly gets up and climbs atop me. “Cum?”