I wrap my arms around his waist so I can press further into his strength. I breathe his scent, leather and mint. It feels good to be so close. His devotion and desire are a physical thing. They surround me. I move my mouth to nibble his earlobe before I whisper, “I need you, Liam.”
He pulls back and gives me a soft smile that’s at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “Lie back on the bed, beauty.”
I don’t hesitate to listen, anxious to see what he has in store for me. I’m not disappointed. Liam leans in and moves my sleep shirt up my midriff. “A little help,” he husks, so I raise my arms for him to remove the suddenly suffocating garment.
Before long, I’m lying in just my underwear while he remains fully clothed. Liam lies in a plank over me, his forearms propped beside my head. “I think I need to show you that I know how to worship you properly,” he breathes before pressing a lingering kiss to my neck. “That way, when I finally decide to chain you to my bed, you don’t try to escape right away.”
“Wh-what?”
He chuckles before he takes his time nibbling and sucking, breathing me in, while I attempt, in vain, to remove his T-shirt.
He moves back on his haunches to look me over. “Hands over your head.”
“Wait. Why?” I whine the words. I want to touch him. Badly.
“You’re distracting me. Besides, we both know you want to be in control. This is a partnership now. Trust me?” His voice is deeper than usual, his eyes intensely tracking my body. I shudder as I raise my arms, following his direction, showing him my trust.
To my delight, he leans forward again so his lips can continue their assault. He moves down to my collarbone, licking, groaning. His hands move to my sides, stroking. My body is on fire. I begin to squirm, and Liam takes the hint, dropping his head again so he can suck one of my nipples into his warm mouth. I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.
I lower my hands so I can thread my fingers through his hair and he pulls back. He cocks an eyebrow when he looks up at me.
“Seriously?” I huff.
He chuckles, but waits. I sigh and return my hands to their place above my head.
Almost as if that deserves a reward, Liam moves farther down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button. He kisses my abdomen and then stops with his mouth above my pussy.
“Fuck, beauty,” he grits out. “I can see how wet you are through your panties. Smell how delicious you are.” He inhales deeply.
“Liam, please.” I’m not used to begging him, but sweet baby Jesus. How much torture am I supposed to take? His hot breath whispering against my clit is too much.
“Christ. Look at you. As much as I like it when you wear my clothes to bed, this is so much better.” His voice is rough. “I love that I get to see those pretty tits when I look up at your beautiful body. Help me see the rest of you.”
Dear God. I lift my hips awkwardly to obey his command while he slides my panties down my legs. I’m finally completely nude, which I feel compelled to comment on.
“You’re overdressed.” Hell. He shouldn’t still be dressed at all. The sweatpants need to go. It’s a travesty.
However, if he hears me, he doesn’t acknowledge my words. Instead, his mouth presses to my most sensitive place, sucking gently. He hums in the back of his throat as he pushes my thighs farther apart, exposing me fully to him. He pulls back a little, mutters to himself, before he continues his campaign of pleasure. The flat of his tongue slowly peruses my throbbing bundle of nerves while his index finger toys with my opening. I have no idea how this sensation is too much and not enough at the same time. I growl my frustration.Is he punishing me?
“No beauty, not punishing.” He lifts his head to look me in the eye, and I realize I must have said the words aloud. His chin glistens with my desire and he licks his bottom lip. “Savoring.”
He kisses his way down my thigh, and I’ve had enough. I sit up, grip his hair, and pull.
“Holy fuck, Taryn,” Liam yelps.
“Enough already. You. Naked. Now.” I can’t believe he’s reduced me to this, but here we are. Liam’s eyes dance with mirth as he strips off his T-shirt. Yep. That’ll do it. I’ve forgotten my irritation. When his sweatpants follow, I’m momentarily stunned silent.
I lean forward to press my lips between his pecs and he growls. “Lie back, goddammit.”
I laugh as I run my fingertips over his hard abs. “Or what?”
Liam pounces. He pins me to his mattress, his hard body pressing into me. “I’ll show you what.”
He raises my arms over my head again, entwining our fingers. I gasp when he enters me in one hard thrust.
“I’ll be gentle next time, okay?” His voice is sandpaper in my ear. When I don’t respond, he stills inside of me. “I said: okay?”
“Yes. Better than okay.” I need him to move. Now. I wiggle my hips to get the idea across.
