“Let’s go then.”
With that, we sneak through the wide double doors, somehow making it without anyone seeing us. Well, Renee saw us - but all she did was give me a wink and a nod. Like teenagers hiding from their parents, we start running down the Mandarin’s corridors, anxious to have a locked door between us and the rest of the world.
Ah, love - it isn’t so bad after all.
Cara
Like he promised me, the room is really something. But he didn’t bring me here to show me the room, did he? Oh, no, he brought me here so that we could celebrate.
Taking one step toward me and laying his hands on my waist, Liam pushes me back against the bed. My knees meet the edge of the mattress and I sit down on it; he pushes me on the shoulders and I fall back, the mattress shifting under my weight. I feel my mouth going dry as he climbs on top of me, his biceps bulging under his shirt.
“I love you, Cara,” he says, his lips just inches away from mine. He’s so close to me that I can almost hear his heart beating. And these three words… Has any sound more beautiful ever been created?
“I love you too, Liam… Always.”
“Always,” he repeats, my eyelids drooping as he presses his lips against mine. I feel my hard nipples brushing against the fabric of my bra, aching to be set free, and I pull him by the shirt, forcing him to press his chest against mine. With him on top of me, we kiss in abandonment, all of my desperation and fear from before fading away… It all goes away, and that just with one kiss. I’ve never been one to believe in fairy tales, but Liam… He’s the one, the man I’ve been waiting for all my life. And wherever the road leads, I’m going to walk it by his side.
I let my fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, my fingertips running over the warm skin on his back; he pulls back from my kiss then, just for the one second that it takes him to pull his shirt off. I swallow hard, the sight of his chest making me wet - I can already feel my thong becoming soaked, my juices seeping through the fabric.
He places his index finger over my lips, and gently runs it down my chin. I do nothing but look at him, his finger on me making a shiver go up my spine and then down again. He traces the contour of my chin, then going down to my neck and to the side, only stopping when his fingertip meets the straps of my dress on my shoulders. Gently, he pulls the right one down, and then makes the hike toward my left shoulder, doing the same there. I feel the front of my dress becoming looser, but it’s still covering my bra. Still, I breathe in deeply, patiently waiting for his finger to make his way toward my chest - once there, he hooks it on the front of my dress and slowly pulls it down, my black bra jumping into sight.
Thump, thump, thump - my heart is beating like a war drum, his finger delineating the curve of my breasts against the cups of my bra. Spreading his fingers wide, he slowly flattens the palm of his hand against my right breast, a wave of delight surging through me. The pressure on my nipple is maddening, flames of desire spreading from it toward the rest of my body… God, he’s only grabbing my breast and I’m already breathing hard. Anticipation - never underestimate it.
“Liam,” I say, just wanting to feel his name on my lips. He looks at me, the dimples around his lips forming as he smiles.
“I’m right here,” he whispers, hooking his fingers on the cup of my bra and slowly peeling it off. My rosy nipple jumps into freedom, my skin prickling as I anticipate the touch of his fingers.
I breathe out deeply as he caresses my nipple, tenderly brushing one finger over the aching tip. He circles it with his fingertip, my chest rising and falling as I become oblivious to everything around me, my desire for him the only thing that matters in the whole world. With his thumb and index finger, he presses my nipple, and I moan abruptly, a spark of pleasure flying to my brain.
He keeps applying that tender pressure until my moan turns into a quivering sound, and then he opens his hand and squeezes my whole breast. I bite my lower lip as he leans in, his slightly parted lips aimed at my nipple - he wraps his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue laps at it. My hands run through his hair, disheveling it, and I arch my back at the same time, anxious to feel every single inch of his body.
One hand still on his hair, I let the other fall to my chest, and I push down the cup over my left breast, baring my nipple. I curl my fingers around his hair and guide him to my other breast, his full lips immediately finding the way to my rosy tip. He sucks on it, and then gently nibbles it, that sweet electric spark travelling up and down my spine.
With my fingers tight on his head I push him down, forcing his mouth against my breast. Just like that, he unleashes all his fury on me, grabbing my breast harshly and sucking as if he needed to do it in order to survive. I’m panting, needing to feel him right now: I raise my hips up from the mattress and, lacing my legs behind his back, I start to grind against him as the hemline of my dress goes up to my waist. He presses down at once, his crotch on mine, and I feel his hard length against my thong, just a few layers of fabric keeping us apart.
He nibbles at my lower lip and bites on it gently, pulling it back; at the same time, he lets one hand of his slide down my side, and he pulls his crotch up from mine. Then, sneaking in the space between our bodies, his hands runs over my inner thigh and finds my drenched thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, and I start to purr and moan, thrusting my hips upward. Flicking his wrist, he rubs my pussy, sharp knifes of pleasure puncturing my mind. Oh, God, this is Heaven.
Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids as he pushes my thong to the side, his index finger running over the length of my pussy. He presses his hands against my wetness, still rubbing his hand against my pussy as his fingers threaten to go in at any time now. He keeps that threat hanging over me, moving his fingers back up and down but never going for it.
“Please,” I beg, curling my fingers around his wrist and trying to force him in. He shows me that devilishly sweet grin of his and slides two finger at once, pushing them past my pussy and between my inner walls. I moan loud, his fingertips finding the way to that delirious spot inside of me, a trigger to pleasure. I arch my back as he pushes his finger against it, rubbing my g-spot while, with a turn of his hand, he places his thumb over my clitoris.
My fingers fall from his wrist and, the moment I let go of him, he starts to destroy all of my nerve endings - moving his hand back and forth, he starts to slide his two fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit with the precision of a man that seems to know my body better than I do.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers against my ear, nibbling at it with his perfect white teeth. “It’s going to feel even better,” he continues, sliding a third finger inside of me. I explode, my brain melting inside of my skull as I scream as loud as I can. Oh, it feels so good to be able to scream until my throat hurts and glass shatters. To moan until I ruin my vocal chords and damage my eardrums.
My hands on his back, I slide them down hurriedly, not even stopping when I meet the hem of his pants. I simply slide them under them the fabric of his trousers, my fingers curling like claws on the hard muscles of his ass cheeks. As soon as he takes his fingers out of me, I pull him in, desperate to feel his thick bulging cock against my burning pussy once more. His crotch pressed tight against mine, I start to grind wildly, swaying my hips completely out of control.
My fingers climb again to his back and, burying my fingernails on his skin, I claw at him. He doesn’t even respond to it - I’m probably clawing at him so hard that I’m drawing blood but, if he’s in pain, he’s simply not showing it. Or maybe it just makes him harder.
No warning whatsoever, he rolls to the side, his hands grabbing my arms and pulling me into him. I go after his body, sitting up and climbing on top of him with the agility of desire. Straddling him, I start to sway my hips again, rubbing my pussy against the enormous bulging in his pants. I go fast, and I go hard - and by God, just grinding against him is almost enough to make me come again.
I look into him, smiling as my body flows over his. He returns my gaze, resting his hand on my shoulders and sliding them down my arms as he tugs on the straps of my dress. He pulls it down harshly, the whole dress no more than a rope of fabric around my waist. Then, not wanting to waste any time, he takes one hand behind me and unhooks my bra with a quick flick of his finger. I don’t know how he does it - I take longer than him to take my bra off -, but I sure appreciate his skill. It just makes it all easier.
Leaning into him, I move my body from side to side, dangling my breasts right above his face, mercilessly teasing him. His reaction is swift and impatient: he reaches for my right nipple with his mouth, his lips hugging it tightly.
I match his fury with my own, pressing my breast hard against his mouth - he doesn’t seem to mind, not one bit. Instead, he seems even more driven. He cups both my buttocks, thrusting with his crotch at me and pressing his trapped shaft between my thighs. This has lasted long enough.
I sit up, slightly moving back over his lap; a grin on my lips, I let my fingers slide down from his shoulders to his pectorals, my fingertips savoring the chiseled curves of his muscles, and then I carry over the ridges of his abs. I slow down as I approach the hem of his pants but, the moment I touch the rough fabric of his slacks, I can’t tease him anymore - as it is, I’m teasing myself.