Like she could tell exactly what she was doing to me, Maya rolled us to the side, pressing closer and wrapping her leg around my hip.Her fingers slipped beneath my shirt, nails dragging over my abs, making me throb almost painfully.
I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair as I dragged my lips down her neck, inhaling the warm scent of her skin.When I sucked the sensitive spot below her ear, she bucked against me, rolling her hips, making me see stars.Screw it.I don’t care if I come in my pants.I gripped her ass, fitted my leg between hers, and ground against her thigh like a desperate, sex-starved teenager.
Wait.No.Stop, Liam.You’re better than this.She comes first.She.Comes.First.I gritted my teeth, imagining anything I could think of to slow down: Nana’s lesson on roses and rabbits, the Patterson’s annotating habits, Harold’s mouse tower—ack!No.Not that.Before that train of thought led me to another embarrassing fainting episode, Maya shoved me onto my back and pinned me beneath her.She ground her heated centre against my cock, and I choked on a low, guttural groan, all attempts at control engulfed by a blinding lust.I couldn’t stop myself.I clutched her hips and ground her against me, urging her to keep going.
In a blur of feverish movement and flying fabric, Maya yanked her shirt over her head, tugged off her bra, and—fuck—she was perfect.She grabbed my hands, pressing them over her breasts, and took my lips in a crushing kiss.Flexing my fingers, I kneaded, squeezed, and studied every inch of her, noticing what made her moan, what made her gasp.I rolled her tight, pebbled nipples under my thumbs, basking in the way she gasped into my mouth.
She arched into me, and I’m not sure which of us moaned louder.I needed more.Sheneeded more.
“Let me see you.”She panted against my lips, her voice husky.Her fingers tugged clumsily at the hem of my shirt.“Get this off.Right now.”
I chuckled at her command but sat up, letting her rip my shirt off before hauling her against me.Her tight nipples pressed into my bare chest, sending a jolt of excitement straight to my cock.I slid my hands under her ass, squeezing as I lifted her.Sucking a nipple into my mouth, I flicked it with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth.The salty-sweet taste of her skin threatened to overwhelm me.She gasped, her fingers twisting in my hair, yanking, pulling, demanding more, the sharp sting of pain driving me wilder, higher, closer.
“Shit, Maya.Slow down.”I rasped, the heat unfurling in my spine unwelcome at this moment.I needed to slow this down and make it good for her.My voice roughened with the effort of holding back.
Wrestling for control, of her and of myself, I flipped us over and sat back, panting as I took in the sight of her spread out before me.Her hair fanned across the pillows, her chest heaving, her body flushed with need.Perfect.She licked lips swollen from my kisses, and I fought the urge to strip the rest of our clothes off and bury myself inside her.
Not yet, Liam.Take your time.
“What’s wrong?”she whispered, her voice ragged, her features laced with worry as she raised herself on her elbows.“You don’t … you don’t want to?”
What?I gaped at her.“You think I don’twantto?”Dropping my head back, I groaned and exhaled a stuttering breath.“Maya, I want you so badly I’m about to come in my pants like a horny teenager.”
I froze as she shot up and reached for me, her eyes locking onto mine, heated and hungry.“Well, we can’t have you making a mess of your pants, now can we?”
She unbuckled my belt, flipped open a button, and yanked my jeans and boxers down to my knees in one rough, impatient motion.My cock sprang free, impossibly hard, straining toward the heat of her soft, waiting hand.She slicked her thumb across the tip, swirling the bead of moisture collected there before wrapping her fingers around me and giving a tentative stroke.
I nearly came on the spot.Jesus, it’s so fucking good.
I grabbed her wrist, panting, forcing a whimper of protest from her lips.“Not yet, sweetheart.”I stood at the edge of the bed, holding her gaze, my voice so rough I barely recognized it.“First, I want to make you feel good.”
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“Notyet,sweetheart.First,I want to make you feel good.”
Liam’s words sent a delicious shiver racing through me.I slackened my fingers around him, my grip less sure than a moment ago.“That was making me feel good,” I said, my voice breathy, unrecognizable.Self-conscious, I murmured, “Was I doing it wrong?”
It was a reasonable question.It had been years since I’d touched anyone this way, and let’s just say my experiences were fumbling at best, disappointing at worst, and I’d been apologizing to my vagina for the ineptitude of past partners ever since.But if Iwerebad at this, I’d like to know now.
Liam’s gravelly chuckle sent a flash of heat racing to my core.He regarded me with a heavy-lidded gaze.“You were doing it exactly right,” he said, running his hands up the insides of my thighs, igniting a trail of tingles everywhere he touched, “but I’m here to focus on you, not me.”
With deft fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, grasped the waistband, and stopped.Oh my god, why would he stop?Don’t stop!He caught my eye, asking permission with his lust-darkened gaze.
The words wouldn’t come, so I nodded.Vigorously.Like a weirdo.But I didn’t care.Icouldn’tcare.Not when this was happening.
Finally.
Liam’s dick was still out, bobbing enticingly as he slid my pants down my legs, and my mouth watered.I wonder what he tastes like?The chilly air against my heated skin did nothing to cool me.My body was on fire.I was sure I would spontaneously combust the instant he touched me.I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Liam.
“Jesus, Maya.”Liam scrubbed a hand down his face, his eyes dark, hungry.“You’re perfect.”
He pressed a kiss on the top of my foot, his breath tickling the thin skin of my ankle.I gasped at the unexpected intimacy.His lips climbed higher, soft and reverent as he caressed a path up the inside of my calf, leaving a trail of tender kisses in his wake.He crawled onto the bed, leaving me panting for more.My legs pressed together, chasing the friction I desperately needed, but instead of relief all I felt was how slick I was.How ready I was.
“Move up on the pillows a bit, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low, soothing.He followed as I scrambled up the bed, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me where he wanted me.“Perfect.Like that.”
