I open my pants, and my cock wants to make an appearance. I’m throbbing. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard. This turned on. I want to throw her on the bed and sink inside her. Make her scream my name. Feel every part of her against me.
“I need to see more of you,” she whispers and tries to lower my pants. My hands are shaking as I push them down, boxers and all. She takes a moment to look me over before making a noise in her throat. I need to ask her if she’s okay, but before I get the chance, she presses those amazing breasts against my chest. My dick makes contact with the soft swell of her stomach and I growl. My desire for her has turned into an acute need. My breathing is ragged and we haven’t even made it onto the bed yet.
Taryn’s arms wrap around my neck and she presses her lips to mine. Hungry, open-mouthed kisses follow as I run my hands eagerly up and down her sides. God. I love the way her waist dips in before flaring out to her hips. I love how delicate she feels beneath my rough hands. She’s fucking beautiful, and she’s all mine.
I reach down to cup her ass, pulling her even tighter against me. She moans at the contact, and I snap. I pull her up my body, putting my hands below her thighs so she can wrap her legs around me. I turn and lower her to the bed. My head is shouting at me to go slow, be tender, but my mouth can’t seem to stop the frantic kisses I’m placing on her sweet neck.
I move to her collarbone, nipping at her. I want to fucking devour her. She writhes beneath me. Her nails dig into my shoulders.That’s it, beauty. Hold on tight.
I flick open the clasp between her breasts with shaking fingers and fight to draw air into my lungs. I don’t know exactly what sound I make next. My need for her is consuming me. My body is on fire.
I nuzzle her perfect tits, pulling a rosy nipple into my mouth. She is so goddamn sweet that I know I’ll never get enough of this. Of her.
“Oh God,” my beauty gasps as her hands thread through the back of my hair, holding me in place. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to worry—a tornado couldn’t tear me away—but that would require using my mouth for something other than worshiping her body.
I can feel my dick leaking against her stomach, and I resist the urge to grind into her as I nibble and suck her boobs while caressing them in my hands. I can feel her wet pussy against my hard thigh as she squirms under me. Her breathing has changed, getting more shallow. Her nails on my back are going to draw blood. Her hips gyrate more quickly.
“God, Liam,” she whimpers. “I—I—oh my God.” She’s making the best noises. Needy. Real.
Her back arches and she cries out as her body begins to shake under mine. She gasps as she continues to rub herself against me in an uneven motion. “Oh yes,” she whispers and I fight to keep myself from coming on her stomach.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “Fuck.” My entire body is humming as she shudders hard against me. More. That’s all I can think. I need more.
TARYN
Oh my God. I just orgasmed against his leg. So classy. I want to be embarrassed, but Liam doesn’t leave any space for that.
“Fuck,” he grunts against the curve of my neck. “Fuck.” Then, to my surprise, he drops down my body, moves my panties aside and covers my pussy with his mouth before I know what’s happening.
“Liam. Shit—I—shit.” I am sensitive, but it’s hard to focus on that. He feels too incredible. His tongue licks at me, consuming every drop of wetness that coats the space between my legs. It’s like he’s on a mission to swallow me whole.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His hot breath feels amazing against my clit and I moan in response. “So fucking mine,” he growls.
And, he’s right. I am. I am one hundred percent his. I have no time to process the significance of that thought as he sucks on my most sensitive place, causing my back to arch again. Jesus. This feels good. So good. It’s like I’m floating in pleasure. Tiny jolts of carnal decadence move through my body. When he inserts a finger inside me, I cry out. God. I didn’t think it could get better. It’s an intense sense of bliss. I feel like I may come apart. Drown in sensation.
“Liam,” I sob.
His response is a growl, “Yeah, beauty, I know. I’ve got you.” The vibration is too much. It’s all encompassing. My legs are beginning to shake and I can’t stop them. I can’t slow down my body’s response to Liam’s undivided attention to my pleasure. I hear myself chanting his name as I splinter again, light radiating through my core.
Liam stays with me until I calm. He kisses the inside of my thigh, and moves up my body. He slowly extracts his finger, only to put it in his mouth and suck the digit clean. He pulls me to him in a tight embrace. Kisses my temple. Brushes the sweaty hair from my face.
“You’re amazing,” he tells me. I’m in awe of the look on his face. So much genuine affection. Adoration. Although, given the experience he just gave me, I’m not sureI’mthe amazing one.
I listen as Liam steadies his breathing. His hand absently strokes my shoulder as my head cuddles against his chest. He makes no move to take things further. We lie peacefully together. It’s calm. Quiet.
Hold on. Does he seriously believe I need a break? That we’re done? I appreciate that he always wants to take care of me, but I think it’s time I take control again.
I snuggle into him, letting my hand wander over his hard chest as his fingers play with my hair. He’s muscled perfection. My fingertips wander over the valleys and ridges of his abs, feeling his strong body tremble ever so slightly beneath my touch. My lips brush his shoulder and my hand skims even lower. I enjoy his intake of breath, watching his sculpted stomach contract at my teasing strokes.
His breathing has picked up now that I’m running my fingers back and forth, back and forth, just above his pelvis. Finally, ever so slowly, I drop my fingers lower, to skim the length of his cock with a featherlight touch. His hips thrust upward.
“Taryn.” His voice is hoarse.
“Liam,” I murmur, before wrapping my hand around his dick to slowly stroke his length.
He groans. “You don’t have to do this. You can rest.” But his hips again thrust upward, in opposition to his words.
“Mmmmm. What if this is what I want?” I lick his nipple. “What if this is what I need?”
