I tip up my chin, and when his mouth meets mine, a sigh of relief ripples through my body. Finally. The kiss is soft and sweet, and there’s something very adoring about it. Like he’s treating me as if I’m fragile. My heart leaps in my chest. My stomach shivers. My thigh muscles tighten. I part my lips, and the first touch of his tongue on mine is like setting a match to gasoline. Sparks flare in my blood stream.
A groan rips from him. He licks into my mouth like a starving man. Like someone deprived of food and now faced with a meal fit for a king. He swipes his tongue across the seam of my lips, into the hidden corners of my mouth, over my teeth, and I feellike I’m being devoured by him. There’s a thump as he shoves my bag off my shoulder, and it falls to the floor. Then his arms come around me. He grips me under my butt and hoists me up.
I wrap my legs around him. I feel my skirt tear at the sides and ignore it. All of my focus is on where my core is jammed into that tent at his crotch. That thick, fat column between his legs thrusting into my center. The friction is scorching, the sensations unbearable. I’m panting, my breath coming in gulps that he swallows down. He pushes away from the door, and I’m dimly aware of him turning and walking. Then I’m, once again, pulled into the miasma of sensations coating my tongue and filling my mouth, sliding down my throat and blooming in my chest, filling my stomach, digging its claws into my core, and spreading to my toes. My scalp tingles. My eyes roll back in my head. I hold onto his shoulders and give myself up to this tsunami of awareness that is this man’s kiss.
Then, I’m falling onto his bed and bouncing once. He follows me down, covering my body with his. His weight pins me down as he settles between my legs. That throbbing pillar at his crotch nudges mine through my clothes.
He looks deeply into my eyes and kisses me again, and it’s so intimate. He grinds his cock into my pussy through my clothes. The abrading action is intense. It sends jolts of heat screeching up my spine. I throw my arms about his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, trying to position myself to receive the maximum purchase from his long, controlled thrusts.
And he still doesn’t stop kissing me—nipping on my lips, sucking on my tongue, drinking from me. I look into those silver eyes of his, with the blue and green streaks swirling in them, and the look in his is so intense, it prompts an orgasm to sweep over me. My body jolts, and my spine arches. He releases my mouth and watches me from under hooded eyelids. I gasp and shudder,and when I finally collapse, his lips turn up in a soft smile. "You’re so fucking beautiful when you come."
Then he pushes back on his haunches and pulls off his shirt.Jesus.Those acres of muscles, ridged and hollowed and formed into what is surely an eight-pack. And that concave stomach with the bulge below that. I reach for his waistband, but he shakes his head. He pushes my fingers away, undoes his belt, and lowers his zipper. His cock springs free. He reaches down and pumps himself once, twice. "I need to be inside of you," he growls. "Will you let me in, baby?"
I nod, unable to take my eyes off that glorious, thick penis with the vein running up the side. Moisture clings to the slit at the head, and it makes my mouth water.
He reaches down, grabs my skirt on either side of the tear, and rips it.
I cry out. That caveman-like action should feel violating… But it feels hot. And primal. Like him. He shoves my skirt up around my waist, then reaches down and pushes aside my panties. And when he stabs two fingers inside of me, I groan. He begins to work his fingers in and out of me. Vibrations fill my belly and shoot up my spine. He adds a third finger, stretching me, curling them inside of me, brushing that space deep inside me. I throw my head back, dig my fingers into the comforter on either side of me, and hold on. He continues to saw his fingers in and out of me and a trembling squeezes my hips. "Oh my god; not again," I gasp.
He merely smirks and leans over me, balancing himself on his free arm. Bicep flexing, shoulder bunching, the muscles of his other forearm tighten as he works his fingers inside me again. I open my mouth in a silent cry as the climax, once again, swells in my body. My nipples tighten, and my scalp tingles. This time, the orgasm rolls over me, leaving me weak and trembling.He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them. "You’re so sweet, baby."
I shudder at the lust in his voice, at the awareness coating every cell in my body and turning my skin into a cloak of sensitive nerve-endings. He straightens again, pulls off my skirt and blouse then my bra and my panties. He flings them aside. Then, slides off the bed and proceeds to kick off his shoes, socks and pants.
I drag my gaze down that sculpted torso, that Adonis’ belt with that gorgeous cock glistening at the tip, the muscles of his powerful thighs which ripple as he positions himself between my thighs. Then in one smooth move he kicks his hips forward and impales me. I cry out. Stare up into his gorgeous face, feeling every inch of that gorgeous cock inside of me.
He’s so big, so thick, so everything, he fills me up, pressing down on my inner walls. And even though I’m very wet, a slight burning sensation squeezes my lower belly.
"You okay?" he asks through gritted teeth. Veins stand out at his temples and sweat beads his forehead.
The scent of him grows intense, and the heat from his body washes over me, tying me to him more effectively than a lasso.
"Talk to me, baby." He searches my features. "Am I hurting you?"
I shake my head.
"Say it," he insists.
"I’m good." I clear my throat. "You feel good…very good." I squeeze my inner muscles around him. It’s his turn to groan.
"Fuck." He closes his eyes. "You feel so wet, so tight. So,everything,baby. I could swear this was your first time."
I stay silent, but something must give me away, for he snaps his eyelids open. He scrutinizes my features, and understanding dawns in his eyes. "I am your first?" he asks in an awed voice.
"There wasn’t anyone else I wanted to be with before this," I say simply.
"Jesus." A flush stains his cheeks. "This is…" He shakes his head. "I’m so privileged you chose me." He bends and kisses me sweetly, gently, nipping on my lower lip, then the corners of my mouth. And my nose. My eyelids. Then back to my mouth. And when he kisses me deeply, the chemistry flares again. He begins to move slowly, pulling out and sliding back in, and again. And the third time, he pushes his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt...
"Oh god," I moan.
"Okay?" he whispers against my lips.
"Very," I gasp. "Please…can you?—"
He begins to move faster, pushing into me and out. Over and over again. With each move, my entire body shudders. "You feel so incredible." He rains kisses over my face like he can’t get enough. He continues to propel into me with a stamina that I can’t comprehend. All of my senses coalesce on where he’s drilling into me. He twines his fingers through mine, pulls my hand over my head and stares into my eyes. "Let go, baby. Let go of your worries, your inhibitions. Let yourself come undone."
His words drag a climax from the very depths of my soul. The orgasm builds in my body, growing bigger and bigger, overflowing my veins, filling the space inside me, and barreling up to burst behind my eyes. I cry out as I come. And keep coming. And he fucks me through it. He tilts his hips, and the next time he thrusts into me, his muscles coil, his shoulders turn to stone and with a groan, he empties himself into me.
"Oh, Liam." I hold onto him, the sweat from his body mixing with mine. "Liam."
