I’m aching for more. But too afraid to ask for it as I lightly suck the tip of his tongue, earning a low growl from his chest.
His hands rake over my body until they’re cupping the back of my thighs and he lifts me onto the counter. I gasp when I hit the marble. He made that feel swift, effortless even. The achingonly grows with each passing moment, and I don’t know how to tell him I want more. I need more.
I’m almost certain he’s holding himself back too. For someone who is frequently known as a ‘gets what he wants playboy’ socially, Liam doesn’t push anything on me. And at this moment, I find myself wishing maybe he wasn’t such a gentleman after all.
He brings a hand to my hair, gripping as he glides it down the side of my neck and to the base of my throat. I feel his fingers against my skin as he leans in even more to deepen the kiss.
I can’t control it any longer when I bring my hands to the waistband of his joggers, dipping my fingers just underneath and pulling him even closer against me, my legs spread wider.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips when he pulls away briefly.
“Liam,” I whimper his name into his mouth, my breath heavy and arousal building.
Taking his thumb, he runs the pad of it over my bottom lip as he gives me a devilish smirk.
And then, he kneels.
I’m a fool for this woman, a downright desperate man willing to do anything she wants. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
My name falls off her lips in a throaty whimper, and I watch her eyes burn when she looks at me. There’s a hunger, a want, a desire bubbling behind those dark eyes that I haven’t seen before tonight.
My hands work down her thighs, skimming the fabric of her jeans as I kneel. I grip the back of her knees and pull her to the end of the counter, and she gasps as her hands fall behind her to steady her body.
She’s gorgeous. And I’ve waited years to experience Demi like this. Fuck, I never even thought I’d be able to, but here she is in my kitchen, on my counter, choosing to be here with me.
“Lean back a little, Dem,” I grumble.
She does as I ask, reaching toward the button on her jeans to pull them down, but I place my hand over hers to stop her.
“No, no.” I grin. “I want to do it.”
Her cheeks tint pink and I watch as her lips part before I move my hands to replace hers.
Demi’s skin is warm to the touch and each time my fingers graze a new spot I notice goose bumps pop up. Her head tilts back slightly as she’s breathing, and I slowly pull her jeans down, getting them completely off her body before placing my hands on her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider. What a goddamn sight she is.
“Oh, you forgot,” she says quickly gesturing to her underwear that I purposely left in place.
“I didn’t forget. Leave them,” I say as I skim my thumb over her.
Her body jerks at the touch as she sharply inhales.
“I have years of filthy thoughts all trying to come to life at this very moment, Dem. You have no fucking idea how much I’m going to enjoy this.”
She moans again, her hand resting on her lower stomach. I rise, bending over her body slightly as I press my lips near her belly button and trail down her stomach. I only hear her breathing. Her deep breaths and her labored gasps.
“Jesus, Liam.” She squirms as I hook a finger into her underwear, moving it to the side.
Seeing her like this already has me so fucking hard. She’s spread open for me and she’s dripping wet. I want nothing more than my tongue between her thighs. To hear her cries and feel her body writhe against me, knowing she’s coming undone because of me—of us.
I bring my lips to her center, kissing her gently. “Fuuuck, Dem,” I breathe against her. “Look at you.”
Without a single second of hesitation, I drag my tongue through her. If her reaction tells me anything, it’s that she likes it. She really fucking likes it. Her body pulls back and her headdrops. She lets out a gasp and then moans my name not once, but over and over as I continue to work my tongue over her.
I want to devour her. I want everything she has to offer.
With one hand on her inner thighs, I push her to open wider for me. My tongue pauses on her clit and I skim over her with my teeth before pulsing my tongue against her again. When I glance up at Demi, her chest is pounding, one hand is cupping her breast, and she’s rocking her hips fiercely.
I run my tongue over her again. Slow and steady, sucking when I reach her clit.
