“Oh,” I try to murmur, pleasure swirling inside of me with his every movement. I try to kiss him back but I’m already lost, and he moves a second finger inside of me, thrusting deep. “Oh, God.”
I pull on my arms again and he frees me that time, so I can hold onto him. I ride his hand, eyes closed. I can’t focus on kissing and my head falls back, so he kisses his way down my chest. He sucks on my nipple as his thumb circles my clit and I cry out.
Then I want to actually cry as his fingers leave me.
I make a faint sound of protest, brow furrowing with disapproval, until I see his head moving down my body.
“Oh, God,” I say, fisting my hands in the bed sheets.
He looks up at me, giving me a wicked smile that jumpstarts my heart on its own, then his breath is on me, and his fingers are spreading me, and I’m already bursting with need when his tongue pushes inside me.
I cry out again, sagging back against the bed, and his tongue makes quick work of finding the spot his thumb left wanting.
I’m panting like an animal as his beautiful mouth works magic between my legs. I gasp, startled, when it feels like he sucks it, then his tongue is circling, hitting just the right spots, and I can’t breathe. He’s bringing my body to a fever pitch; I’m afraid to breathe, afraid to do anything that might stop this building pleasure from completely consuming me.
He locks on, like he knows I’m close, the prodding from his tongue a little harder, a little more deliberate, and I can feel faint discomfort from my nails biting into my palms, but someone could shoot me and I wouldn’t be able to feel less…
And then I feel more, so much more. Pleasure shoots through me like lightning, rippling and zapping all the strength from my limbs.
Spent, I fall back against the bed. Liam comes up and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against me. His weight’s a little crushing, but I don’t care. Who needs to breathe when you’re basking in the glow of a great orgasm?
Turns out me, after a couple minutes. He rolls over on his side and watches me.
“That was lovely,” I inform him.
“It was.” He misses a beat. “Ready?”
“For?”
He grins, and I’m a little tired and boneless still, but a rush of tenderness washes over me as he hovers over me again. His hardness presses against my thigh and my greedy lady bits tingle. I drop my hand between us, pushing my hand down the front of his boxer briefs and take him in my hand.
“I don’t care if it’s your 50th orgasm, we’re not done here until I’ve been inside you,” he states.
“Oh, I concur. I don’t think I can survive 50, but I’m ready to go for 2.”
I love watching pleasure play out on his features as my hand moves up and down hi
s length, pulling, squeezing, experimenting with different pressures. I don’t know what feels good to him, and I want time to learn.
“Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you that night against the tree?” he asks.
Just hearing the words from those beautiful lips excites me.
“Well, you can fuck me now. Hard, fast, slow—anyway you want me.”
He groans, burying his face in my neck and dislodging my hand.
I scoot up on my elbows, waiting for direction. He peels off his underwear and tosses them to the clothing graveyard, and I’m suddenly so excited that this man is about to be mine.
Possessive. Never felt that before.
Liam.
Mine.
I like it.
He grabs my hips, lifting me. I follow his lead and get on my hands and knees on the bed. Heart pounding, I brace one hand on the bed and one hand on the headboard.