“You get me so worked up, baby. Can you feel how much I want you?” I whisper into the shell of her ear.
Her breath comes out in a gasp as I press my hard on into the crack of her ass, the friction of the move making me even harder. Bending down, I plant a kiss at the crook of her neck, but she smells so fucking good. I bury my face in her neck, pressing soft kisses all along the column of her throat, breathing her in. I can’t get enough of the warm softness of her skin.
She breathes out a soft sigh, then flips the dial on the stove to turn off the burner. Turning into me, she reaches up, pulling our faces close. Our lips meet, and I can’t help my tongue from snaking out to taste her lips, begging her to open them for me. When she does, it’s with a moan that goes straight to my already stiff cock. I dive in as if it’s my last meal. Before I know it, I’ve pushed her up against the pantry door, pressing her soft curves against me. My hands have a mind of their own, roaming over her body, showing my appreciation for every inch of those luscious curves. She’s so perfect. Every inch of her is perfect.
She’s meeting me at every turn. Her own hands, hot and needy, ruck up my shirt to give her access to my chest. They feel so good, every touch, every caress spinning our need for each other higher and higher. Finally, she breaks out kiss with a laugh and a wicked smile.
“Bed. Now.” She demands.
“What about dinner?” I ask, breathless.
“Fuck. Dinner.” I grab her legs and lift. She wraps them around my waist as I reach for that juicy ass, palming it with both hands and squeezing it like I’ve wanted to for years. I groan into her neck at how fucking good it feels. For fuck’s sake. I’m never going to last. If I’m not careful, I’ll come before I even get a chance to be inside her. Fortunately, that thought calms me down enough to jerk me back from the edge as I walk us across to her bed.
I set her down gently, one knee on the bed, the other bracing against it. I stand up, removing my shirt and kicking off my joggers and socks before lying down next to her.
“Is this okay?” I ask softly, not wanting to assume, even if I think I know where we’re going with this. I want to be sure, because I’d never want to push her on something so important.
She nods her head, eyes boring into mine with an intensity that has me catching my breath.
“Yes. So much yes.” Her sweet voice is heavy with desire. It sends a shiver down my spine as I reach for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it gently over her head. She’s got her yoga pants halfway off by the time I finish tossing her shirt towards the couch. I help her with the pants before taking a minute to slowly work my gaze up her perfect body. The pink lacy bra and panties she’s still wearing just add to the allure. I can’t wait to touch every inch of her soft, pale skin.
“Jesus, Mads. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” The smile she gives me is blinding, and I can feel it in my heart. Fuck. This girl. Her eyes take on a teasing glint.
“You’re alright for a smelly hockey player.” But her eyes are moving over me, and there’s no mistaking the heat or the appreciation. Her new boldness is so fucking hot. It takes me by surprise, but in the very best way. I let her look her fill, just like I’m looking mine, until I can’t take it anymore and the need to touch her overrides everything else.
“Can I?” I ask, moving my hand to the front clasp of her bra. I need to see her naked, like I need to breathe.
She nods, hands roaming my chest like she’s mapping every dip and plane.
I flip the clasp, spreading the lacy fabric slowly, dragging it across her sensitive nipples, and watching them pebble from the cool air and the drag of the lace. They’re every bit as delectable as I imagined. My mouth waters because I need to taste them. I meet her gaze. She’s watching me, eyes blazing, breath quickening. I reach out and rub my thumb across one in a continuous caress. The quick intake of breath tells me all I need to know, and I move so I can pay them both the attention they deserve. I gently rub and twist and tug until she’s panting and desperate.
“Liam,” she groans, and I love how needy she’s become for me. I’ve waited way too long for this not to enjoy it. So I slow us down, using everything I’ve learned from every casual encounter I’ve ever had to take her apart slowly with my lips, teeth, and tongue. I give those plump tits every bit of attention possible before I even begin to move down her body to the softness of her stomach and the apex of her thigh.
“Oh God.” She whimpers as I lift her leg, peppering kisses along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. I could bury myself in the softness of her skin, breathing in her wildflower scent until I’m drowning in it. But I’m on a mission, so I kiss and nip and lick up her legs to her core when I plan to spend as much time as it takes to have her screaming my name while she comes on my tongue.
Madison
The heat of Liam’s lips on my body is everything. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, much less good sex. This is more. So much more. This is everything I’ve always wanted from every other lover I’ve had, but always seemed just out of reach. I thought I’d read too many romance novels. That I wasn’t being realistic. Yeah, that’s not it. Turns out all you need is the right guy. Liam is definitely the right guy.
He’s wrecking me with every swipe of his tongue, the flutter of every soft kiss, and every nip of his teeth. I’m so lost in the feel of him, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. The closer he gets to my clit, the higher the fire builds until with one swipe of his tongue, I’m practically levitating off the bed. I can feel his smile against my skin as he hums his approval. Then, with tiny licks and nibbles, he’s giving my clit the kind of attention it’s never had before.
I reach for him, fingers grasping the unexpected softness of his hair. I give a little tug, and he moans. It vibrates through my whole body, and I gasp as he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks.
“Liiiiam,” is all I can squeak out as the waves of liquid heat roll over me, driving toward my climax with every pull of his mouth on me. Because I know he won’t stop until I’m there, I relax into the feeling, reveling in every wave of bliss that takes me toward the pinnacle of my arousal.
It’s the nip that sends me over the edge. A slight scrape of his teeth, a deep pull from his mouth, and I’m sailing into a flood of white-hot pleasure. My vision blurs and my body shudders with the intensity of it. It continues like never before because Liam isn’t stopping. He’s still working my body until the last quake leaves me, and I have to pull away from his tongue, the sensitivity almost painful after the depth of my orgasm. He moves back up my body, pressing open-mouth kisses to my skin as he goes, causing sweet shivers of contentment as I try to breathe my way back to normal.
The smile on Liam’s face is everything as he comes in for a kiss. Dragging me against him, despite my inability to move. I can taste myself on his tongue, and the kick of heat that I get from that knowledge takes me by surprise.
Liam pulls away from me, rolling over and pulling me to his side. The hard outline of his cock reminds me I need to return the favor. I reach for him, but he grabs my hand, holding it to his chest.
“There’s no rush, Mads. Just let me hold you for now.” My legs are basically noodles at this point, so I just lie back and enjoy the afterglow.
“That was... wow.” I say when I’m finally able to put two words together.
Liam chuckles. He’s not smug, but he’s clearly proud, and that’s valid. He nuzzles the top of my head, kissing me softly. I’ve had some decent orgasms, mostly self-administered, but this one was just so far above the others, I don’t even know what to think.
“I love the way you taste. I could spend all day between your legs, if you’d let me,” he says, voice low and deep.
