“Liam.” She moaned his name like an entreaty, grabbing his head, pulling it up to hers for a kiss.
He gave her everything she craved, and more, allowing his body to lie on top of hers, skin to skin. She locked her legs around his waist in a frenzy of desire.
It would be so easy to sink his aching cock into her well-pleasured pussy now. But they had something to do first.
“Thalia, wait.” He pulled away marginally, unable to relinquish the tight squeeze of her embrace. “The sheath. I need to put on the sheath.”
“Yes, of course.” Her legs fell away, and her arms slid down his flanks, the caress leaving a trail of desire on his skin.
With a supreme effort, he left the sweet haven of her body and reached down to grab the sheath from the pocket of his trousers that lay discarded on the floor. Holding the little bag by the ribbon, he dangled it before her eyes.
“Want to help me put it on?”
That sparked instant interest in her slumberous eyes. “Yes. What should I do?”
Oh, she was so willing. He loved enthusiasm in a bed partner. He went up on his knees, positioning himself by her head.
“Well, you could kiss it and make it wet, so that the sheath slides better.”
CHAPTER 13
KISS IT AND MAKE ITwet.
Oh, with pleasure. His tool had not diminished in size. If anything, it had become larger. But it had ceased to intimidate her. Now she craved it. It looked so strong and manly, like the rest of him.
Her flesh still quivered from the pleasure he had brought forth, feeling empty and instinctively needing him inside. Rising on her elbow, she took hold of his rod with a firm hand, as he had shown her before, then leaned towards him to brush her lips over the tip.
Remembering the pearly droplet she had lapped up before, the strong response it had triggered in him, a sense of feminine power impelled her, banishing doubts. This formidable man desired her. He was fairly buzzing with lust for her. Without hesitation, she opened her lips and enveloped the entire head in her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair, and when she took a bit more and sucked, his groan was feral.
“Oh, fuck, my muse. You’ll be the death of me. That’s it. Take a bit more. Use your tongue... Yes! Now move your hand up and down. You suck my cock so well.”
She followed all his instructions like a conscientious pupil, adding her own twist as instinct took over. He had given her so much pleasure and an even greater gift. Through his eyes, she felt beautiful, feminine, and powerful. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel. Wanted to worship hisbody with the same reverence he had shown hers and wanted to shatter him with bliss the same way he had done to her.
Propelled by enthusiasm, her caresses became deeper, stronger, more uninhibited. She realized now why he enjoyed pleasuring her this way. There was heady power in bringing ecstasy to your lover. His hips pumped in time with her strokes. He was close, and she was hungry for what he offered.
“Thalia, stop.” His voice was strangled. She heard the command but was having too much fun to obey. His hands cradled her face as he pulled away. “Stop, my little firebrand. You are going to make me spend in your mouth.”
With a last minor act of defiance, she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks as he popped his member out of her mouth. It bobbed heavily before her face, and she gave it a parting lick. His grunt was somewhere between pain and ecstasy. Maybe a bit of both.
“Oh, you naughty girl. I’m going to make you pay for attempting to make me lose control.”
He grabbed the little bag and took the sheath out. Thalia peered at it with unbridled curiosity. She had seen pictures of it, had read pamphlets about their use and benefits, but had never seen one in person. It looked like a wet and wrinkled stocking with a ribbon at the end. Quite peculiar.
With fingers that had lost its usual dexterity, Liam placed it on the tip of his member and started pulling and rolling it down the length of his shaft, similar in the way one would put on a stocking.
“Here, let me help,” she said, placing her hands on his member.
The sheath was slippery, but that helped to smooth it on once she got the knack of it. When the sheath was halfway up, she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and smoothed it all the way.
“That’s it, smooth it out.” His voice was low, weighted with desire and dark need. “All the way up, my muse. Pinch a little space at the tip. You are doing so well. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed putting on a damn sheath so much.”
He looked to be on the last thread of his control. His hips pumping helplessly into her hands. She lifted her eyes to look at him between her lashes.
“I had fun as well,” she confessed, before lowering her eyes once more to tie the ribbon.
Once she examined her handiwork, it looked quite pretty. Like a present with a ribbon around it. The idea was so ridiculous, a giggle escaped her before she could suppress it.
“Oh, you think my cock is funny?”
