Liam leans down and the ends of his hair trickle over my forehead. His breath fans my kiss-swollen lips as he taunts, “I’m going to fuck you so good tonight, you’ll forget you ever spread these thick thighs for any motherfucker before me.”
It’s official. I’ve gone speechless.
Dirty-talking Liam has entered the chat.
A guy who’s sweet outside of the bedroom, but a complete beast inside of it? Sign me up.
“Walk the talk, Liam,” I taunt back. “Make me forget there was anyone else before you.”
“Fuck.” Liam drags my mouth to his for a searing kiss, holding me by the neck. “You’re feisty.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Give you a mouthful of cock if you don’t behave.”
Can you orgasm with just words? I think I came a little in my thong from the deep, suave way he imposed authority. “Bring it on.”
There’s a smug glint in his gaze as he accepts my challenge, shoulders rolling back like a proud king about to bask in his victory.
Liam’s lips latch onto my neck as he delivers a series of open-mouth kisses. Some ending in nips. Others in sucking love bites. I’m panting from the pleasure of it all.
He shoves my opaque stockings and panties down to my knees and I use my feet to kick them off all the way, while he pushes my grey knit dress up to my waist, dislodging from my neck long enough to tear it off my body in one swipe.
It lands on the floor next to the rest of our discarded items.
I’m left in nothing but my super sexy red bra.
In the background, I hear Stefan and Damon arguing. Guess we forgot to turn off the show.
Except I can’t communicate that to Liam because my throat has dried up like the Sahara Desert when I catch the ravenous look on his face. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t get a taste of me.
He’s helplessly fixed in place by my near naked body.
I do him a favour and unhook my bra, throwing it on the floor as well.
Now I’m truly in my birthday suit.
Liam’s eyes do a slow sweep of my heaving breasts, my rounded stomach, my generous hips, and my long legs. Not a single stitch of my curvaceous body is left untouched when he’s done. The way he grazes my stretch marks with his fingertips in adoration nearly brings tears to my eyes.
He hasn’t said it yet, but I feel it in my bones.
This man loves me with his entire being.
Liam inhales a quick prayer and shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re exquisite, Mabel. A dream come to life.”
I close the distance.
Both of us groan at the slide of naked skin against each other. Liam lifts me into his arms with ease and I wrap my legs and arms around him. He carries me to his bed and tosses me on the soft bedding, like he’s a soldier returning from war and I’m the maiden he’s chosen to slake his sexual appetite.
Grabbing the remote, Liam turns off the TV—we were just at the scene where Stefan was consoling Elena—and grabs the back of my knees, pulling me down to the edge of the bed and splitting my legs wide-open. “Spread for me, sweetheart. I want to give your pussy a kiss.”
Oh my goodness.
He’s already lowering his face to my most intimate flesh. A wave of insecurity hits me. I’m waxed, moisturized, and groomed down there, yet I don’t have a pretty pink porn star pussy. I know, I know. Vaginas come in all shapes and forms, but now I’m the one worried about meeting Liam’s ‘expectations.’
I rise up on my elbows, my stomach dipping, to get a better view of the situation. “Listen, Liam—”
But said insecurity flies out the window as Liam’s impatient tongue licks my wet slit. Once, experimentally. Twice, for my flavour. Thrice, because he’s hooked. His eyes roll into his skull and he groans like he just tasted the sweetest candy.
