I close my eyes when his hand glides up my thigh.
“I need to make you come,” he rasps. “I haven’t stopped thinking about the last time you were here. Those sounds you made. The way you looked. Jesus, it was everything, lilac.”
Without another word, he slides off the bed and drops to his knees. His hands circle my calves. “Move here. I need you closer.”
I shuffle on the bed, trying not to let out a moan. I know what’s coming. I know I’ll be coming.
He takes over my movements, sliding me to the edge of the bed. With his hands on my thighs, he parts my legs.
When he drops his head and licks a long path over my panties, I shudder.
A scream catches in my throat the moment he tugs the lace aside, and his tongue glides along my cleft.
“You taste so good,” he growls. “So damn good.”
His words fall victim to the pounding desire inside of me. With my hands wrapped in the strands of his hair, I push myself against his mouth and ride his tongue to a climax that feels like it breaks me in two.
A word doesn’t existto describe what I’m feeling right now.
Liam licked me until I settled after I came. With soft kisses on my inner thighs, he pulled my panties down my legs.
His breath tickled my already swollen wetness, and when I thought he was about to push back to stand, he speared his tongue into me.
I yelped before a moan escaped me in a sound that was so twisted with need that he told me he was about to come.
He’s on his feet now, his boxer briefs on the floor, and his beautiful cock in his hand.
He’s sheathing it with a condom he yanked out of the nightstand drawer.
I can’t take my eyes off of him.
It’s not just his impressive body. It’s him.
He’s gentle in a way I never knew existed, but there’s more there. I felt it when he slid a finger into me just as I came a second time. His touch was demanding.
He fucked me slowly with his finger, sliding in a second and then another to ready me for what’s to come.
“Don’t judge me based on tonight.” He huffs out a laugh. “I’m not a minute man, but I swear to fuck that I’m not going to last.”
Crawling onto the bed, a smile takes over his mouth. “You’re gorgeous. If I drop dead tonight, I will have lived a happier life than most men.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “You’re not going to die, Liam. I might. Look at that thing.”
Cupping his cock in his palm, he raises a brow. “This thing?”
Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra. “You’ll go slowly, won’t you?”
“She asks me that right before she flashes the most beautiful set of tits in the world.”
I settle back on the bed. “You’ve made tonight special for me.”
He crawls over me until his hands bracket either side of my head. “It’s just as special for me.”
I give in to it then, to the overwhelming need to be with this man.
His lips find mine as he notches the tip of his cock against my opening. When he pushes in, pain bursts through me, but I breathe. I take slow breaths as he slides in and then out, each time a little deeper.
His thrusts are smooth and measured as I adjust. His lips never leave mine. Our uttered sounds and unspoken words mix together as we find our rhythm.
