He drew in breath.
He let it go.
He felt her body yielding beneath him.
She’d let it go too.
Letting it go, it was time to move on.
And it was Saturday. They had time to move on to good things.
So he moved on, doing it lifting his head and again kissing his Livvie.
* * * * *
8:27 – Sunday Morning
His back and shoulders to his headboard, his knees cocked, feet in the bed, his hand full of Livvie’s hair, holding it back, he thrust up, watching her take his cock with her mouth.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Twisting her hair gently, he went still so he wouldn’t blow.
She didn’t.
Without him thrusting, she started bobbing.
Fuck.
“Livvie, only warning you’re gonna get,” he growled.
Without breaking her rhythm, on an upward glide, she wrapped her hand around his dick as she released him with her mouth.
Then she gave him her hot, hungry eyes as she jacked him.
Jesus.
Fuck.
“Take me there, baby,” he ordered thickly, his hand still in her hair, gripping tight.
She stayed between his legs but leaned over him, still jacking him, hand in the bed beside his hip, her beautiful face, gorgeous naked body and fist pumping his dick all he could see.
“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting up, fucking her hand.
She made a noise that was hungrier than the look in her eyes.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and closed his eyes as she took him there and he exploded, shooting on his stomach.
She milked him dry, stroked him sweet and he came down with her pressed to his side, feeling her cheek on his shoulder, his hand still in her hair.
He gave it a gentle tug, dipped his chin and caught her eyes before he took her mouth.
Because she tasted good, because he was falling in love with her and because she’d earned it, he kissed her deep and wet and he did it for a fucking long time.
He released her mouth after she released his cock and wrapped her arm around his ribcage.
He opened his eyes to see her looking at him.