“Please? I do love it when you beg.” He smiled up at me and swiped his tongue from the waistband of my panties all the way up to my mouth. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip before his lips retraced the path down my body, stopping to giving my nipples the full mouth treatment. He sucked my nipples, soft at first and then harder, before he pulled back with a pop, smiling. “So fucking sweet.”
My lips curled into a grin as my eyes shut, overwhelmed by all the sensations coursing through my body. I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or the man himself, but my body was aflame with every touch, every flick of his tongue. Every kiss. “Liam, yes. More. Please.”
His deep chuckle reverberated throughout my body, sending ripples of pleasure shooting out of my extremities. All I could do was arch into Liam and accept every ounce of pleasure he bestowed upon me. “More?” Before the yes left my lips, his hips bucked against my own, that much-needed friction sending even more heat through my body.
“Yes. Just. Like. That.” Liam gave me what I demanded, his towel-covered cock grinding against my panty-covered center while his mouth wrapped around a nipple and sent me to the stars. “Yes!” My hips bucked upward and a low growl escaped. Back and forth, his mouth bounced from one breast to the other, sucking and nibbling the stiff peaks until they ached.
“Ah, Olive, babe.” His mouth was a wicked tool and I couldn’t get enough of it, even when his hands left my hips and moved to take off my panties. “Let’s see how wet you are for me.”
“So wet,” I moaned a moment before he slid one thick finger deep inside me. “More, Liam. I need more.”
“Is this more?” he asked, his tone playful as he added another finger to stretch me out, sending shockwaves of electricity through my veins. “How about this?” His lips curled into an irresistible grin as a third finger slid deep at the same time as his thumb hit my clit.
I was so full I could hardly breathe. “Yeah, that’s… good.”
“I think we can do better than good, Olive. Don’t you?”
I didn’t know if he expected an answer but I was too overwhelmed with sensations to answer him so I nodded, hoping he wouldn’t stop.
“Don’t you, Olive?” I didn’t answer quick enough and soon his thumb was replaced by his tongue. Warm and a little rough, his tongue flicked against my clit while his fingers plunged in and out, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. Of what, I had no idea.
And while his tongue pulled the most unladylike, inhuman sounds from my body, I didn’t give a damn about anything but the pleasure that flowed between us. His mouth and his fingers worked like a machine that knew every tick of my body, flicking here and curving his fingers there until I was as close as I’d ever been to insanity.
And then he groaned, and the dam broke into an orgasm so powerful I swore I floated off the bed for a few seconds, gripping his shoulders for fear I’d float away. It was too good to stop. I wasn’t ready for it to end. “Please, Liam. I need you. Your cock.”
He groaned and I opened my eyes to see the lines of tension around his mouth, in the clench of his jaw. “Tell that to your sweet pussy still squeezing my fingers.”
I shook my head back and forth. “I need you, Liam. Inside me. Now. Please.” I reached for the towel, giving it a cursory tug even though it had long-since unraveled. “Now, Liam.”
He smiled and slowly removed his fingers from my body, positioning himself between my thighs. I groaned with every stroke of his cock against my swollen, sensitive center. “Not sure which I like better, Bossy Olive or Begging Olive.”
I’d never laughed during sex before, but there I was, giggling at his words. Liam took advantage of my momentary distraction and sank deep, that one move completing the orgasm that I thought was long gone. “Oh my god! Oh yes, Liam! Oh, oh… oh… yes!” The words came out in loud cries as my body shook in violent waves, the pleasure so great it threatened to take me under.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful.”
In that moment, I felt beautiful. Not just pretty or cute, but beautiful. Desirable. Wanted. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself,” I told him when I could finally breathe, finally speak again.
This time, when Liam pushed into my body, it was slow, almost sweet, and his body pressed directly against mine until we were face to face. Mouth to mouth. Eyes connected as if by some invisible force. His body began to move in slow, drugging strokes that left me perched on a high wire of desire, ready to come at any moment or… not at all.