Arms braced either side of her, head hung low, I loosened my jaw and tried regaining my breaths. "s**t," I muttered. I felt like I'd run a f*****g marathon.
"Danny, did you finish already?" Liv's quiet voice brought me back to awareness. To the way her legs fitted around mine, her fingers spanned over my waist just above my hips, the way her breasts cushioned my own chest from crushing her completely.
Tipping my head to the side brought me close to where she turned her own face toward me, her seeking eyes asking the same question she'd just voiced. "I came," I told her. "I didn't finish."
Her chest pushed up as she inhaled. Dipped as she exhaled.
"It's your fault," I said, nipping at her jaw. "I b****y told you to stop messing with my d**k, but you didn't listen." She smiled, and I low
