“Oh,” she whimpered, lamenting his loss.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’m not done.” Liam rolled her onto her back, and she felt the warm covers cushion her. Her legs hung over the side of the bed and he knelt before her, between them. He walked his fingers up her legs, winding up to her panty elastic. As he reached her pussy he teased her, swiping his thumbs over her swollen mound. She arched her back, her nipples reached for the sky and he rewarded her by giving them a hard tweak.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like how I touch you?”
Her only answer was to thrash on the bed.
“I can do you one better, Kate.” He slid his hand back down her torso, claiming each inch of skin, and hooked his fingers in her panties. He slowly pulled them down her legs.
Kate raised her head to watch. No sight was quite as intoxicating as watching Liam lick her pussy. The look his face had already proven a game-changer for her.
Once he’d dropped her panties on the carpet, he spread her legs and inhaled. She hadn’t waxed in some time and hadn’t even shaved because he seemed to appreciate her little thatch of auburn curls last time. He smiled and touched a reverent hand to her lower lips, stroking them gently. And with every caress, his eyes showed his consuming interest, and then narrowed with obvious pleasure.
He looked at her as if he’d never seen such a perfect woman before, and it made her feel cherished and alive.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Kate.” Liam dragged a finger through her seam. “I see how it clenches and flutters whenever I touch you.”
“Liam, please.”
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you again. Everything tastes like ashes compared to you.”
Before she could respond, he lowered his head and slid his tongue inside her. He explored each sensitive nook and cranny, then spread her legs wider, keeping his strong hands clamped on her shaking thighs. She dug her hands into his thick hair, needing to hold onto something as the swirling cyclone of delight ravaged her core.
Liam flicked his tongue against her clit, his hungry noises punctuated by the odd groan. She wiggled under him, pressing him even closer, as her orgasm signaled her in the distance, warning her of its imminent arrival.
He glanced up, sensing how close she was, proving his intuition as a lover. He latched onto her, sucking and sucking, raking his fingernails over her bottom. The cyclone inside her rampaged, flattening everything around it. His tongue laid waste to her and she cried out his name. She held on like a sailor facing an oncoming storm.
As Kate imagined what it would feel like to have him thrust his cock inside her, the storm arrived. She came and her sightlines went black. All she knew were shudders and sweet agony and the sheer devastation of the cyclone razing her world.
Part of her prayed he’d stop, the pleasure was almost too painful. The other part of her exulted when he failed to do so.
He lapped at her, his tongue flat and greedy. And just as her body quieted, the storm reared its head once more, threatening in the distance, intent on ravaging her again.
“Liam, please stop.”
He arched a brow and tormented her clit with his finger. “Really?” The bastard then grinned at her.
“Are you crazy? Of course not!”
Clearly amused by her response, he buried his face in her pussy once more, sucking her lips into his mouth.
“Oh, Jesus. Jesus, shit.Christ!”
He laughed against her skin. “What a sacrilegious little hellcat.”
“Should I…be praying instead?”
“Oh, you might wanna pray.” He rose off her and reached for his discarded pants. He pulled out his wallet with one hand, keeping his other hand on her body, stroking her thigh, tickling her pussy, sliding a finger inside her and then teasing her. He produced a condom, ripped off the wrapper with his teeth and quickly rolled it on.
Kate eyed his impressive package and waited for the imminent onslaught. Instead, he surprised her by picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to a large dresser in the corner. He set her down before the sturdy piece of furniture and bent her over it. There was a beveled mirror attached, the kind with three panels. She looked into the mirror and saw not one, but three, Liams behind her, each of them red in the face and breathing heavily, like a bull preparing to charge.
“Hold on,” he commanded.
She reached for the sides of the dresser but the surface was too wide. It was all she could do to grip the top, her fingers laid out flat.
With one determined thrust, Liam drove inside her, grunting her name. She felt herself stretch with the wonderful invasion, her nerve endings waving flags of surrender as he plumbed her pussy. He moved so easily in her, as if he belonged there. She didn’t even have to try to clench as he thrust. Because of his girth, she naturally tightened around him, and he moaned in what could only be satisfaction.
“Fuck, Kate,” he spat, curling over her. “Shit, woman, what you do to me.”
