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Arran broke contact to lean back and lift her legs onto the couch, lying between them in order to carry on his journey, to where the temperatures were at the boiling point and the season very wet indeed.
He gently licked her folds, making her grip his head in desperation. She needed more. “Please,” she told him.
His eyes darkened and he buried his face between her legs, the electric sensation making her legs twitch. She let out a low moan.
He paused. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes,” she said, pushing her fingers into his hair and driving his head back down because that mere second’s broken contact was agony. She could feel him let out a low chuckle between her legs, which turned into a groan when she pressed him further in.
He darted his tongue inside her and her hips reared off the sofa.
“I’m glad to find that you found the whole nude-sketch thing as much of a turn-on as me,” he said, his voice throaty and low. “I feel like I’m in some kind of montage of Leonardo DiCaprio films. FirstTitanic, and nowInceptionbecause this is an absolute dream.”
Liv half laughed and half moaned as he did an awesome swirly kind of thing with his tongue. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and ramped up his movements, responding each time she moaned by pushing her harder and harder, until the sensations pooling and pulsating between her legs and into her belly intensified to thepoint that the huge tidal wave of pleasure broke and she gripped his head, calling out his name.
She had no idea how much time passed. It could have been seconds or hours. It was as if she were adrift on some kind of pleasure cloud.
He stayed between her legs, dropping gentle kisses onto the insides of her thighs and making her shiver. Then he gently took her legs from his shoulders to lay them down on the sofa, and released the clips of his overalls.
He shuffled them off and climbed up to lie on top of her in his T-shirt and boxers. “I didn’t want the clips to catch your skin,” he murmured as he kissed her.
She smiled against his mouth. “You’d better take the rest off too.”
His breath hitched. “Your wish is my command.”
With one hand, he gripped the back of his T-shirt and pulled it right over his head and off, dropping it onto the floor and continuing to kiss her while he slid off the boxers. She helped him by catching them with her foot and kicking them away.
Arran settled his weight on top of her, and she appreciated the hardness of his body against the softness of hers. Lifting her hands, she ran her fingers over his torso, absorbing the feel of lean ridges of muscle and the contrast of smooth skin against the graze of his chest hair. She concentrated on imprinting the sensations onto her brain. “That T-shirt move was hot,” she told him.
“Thank you.” He smiled. “I saw it on TikTok.”
She laughed, holding his head as he leaned down to bury it in her neck.
He sighed. “You smell so good.”
Need filled her body and she shifted under him, positioning him where she wanted.
“Wait,” he said, lifting his head. “I need to go upstairs for acondom.” He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t normally need them in the studio.”
She kissed his face gently. “It’s okay, I’m on the injection, and clean. So I’m good to go if you are.”
“Same,” he said, teasing her skin with his teeth and making her shiver. “Well, clean anyway,” he quipped. “Not on contraception.”
He lifted a hand to hold her face for a few seconds, meeting her gaze as he shifted his hips between her legs. It was more than apparent that he could have driven right in easily, but for some reason he seemed to be holding back.
Gradually, inch by inch, he eased inside her, moving more deliberately than last time and stroking her face as he looked into her eyes. He used his other hand to grip her hip as he began to thrust, as if trying to anchor himself and his rhythm. His movements were slow and intense, his pupils blown out with pleasure.
Something squeezed hard in her chest, something that told her if this ended, she’d be irrevocably broken. Liv searched his eyes, feeling like her emotions were mirrored in them.He must feel the same way…mustn’t he?
Her conscious mind drifted away, until there was only sensation left. The exquisite friction of his skin against hers. The softness of his lips and the hardness he was rhythmically driving inside her. Then the soothing thrum of his voice as he began murmuring her name.
His movements became more erratic as pleasure derailed his rhythm and his head lolled forward, his forehead touching hers. She wrapped her arms around his head to bury it in her neck as he came hard, his body shuddering.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay in silence, she stroking his hair and he intermittently letting out an adorable sigh and kissing her neck. But still, he didn’t voice anything about what this meant. Did he find it as profound as she did? Or was it only physical forhim? He hadn’t been with anyone for a year, as far as she was aware. So perhaps this was just the result of him getting really horny.
Eventually, he lifted his head to meet her gaze and she held her breath in anticipation.
He let out a big sigh. “I think I deserve a place in the Guinness book of records.”
