But I also wanted to give him a proper thank you, and I knew I should take my time. So I took him in my hands, and let my mouth fill with his balls. I twirled them with my tongue as Liam let soft moans escape his lips.
I let my tongue slip over the length of him, and, once at the tip, I let my mouth cover him. Pressing my lips against his skin, I took as much as I could at once.
Liam held my head with his hands, and together we moved in and out, in and out, his cock hard and so large I was nearly gagging. He pushed my head against his groin so I would take him deeper, and I did. Willingly.
I didn’t care that he thrust himself into my mouth so forcefully. I needed him to.
When he came, my mouth filled with his saltiness. Before I could decide what to do, he told me.
“Swallow.”
I did as I was told. It was empowering, even though it seemed like it would be the opposite. I was liberated … because I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted a man to take control.
He pulled out, and he let me look at him full-on. My mouth tingled and my pussy tightened as I realized there was so much more I wanted.
I stood, wrapping the sheet back around myself. “I guess I should get dressed?” I asked, not really wanting to, wishing he wasn’t buckling his pants. I wanted him to push me onto the table and fuck me hard, but I wasn’t going to ask.
I was so done with being the one in control.
“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” he asked. “Earlier, on the table, you said you needed to be taken care of, remember that?”
“I remember.”
“Then listen closely,” he said, coming towards me. “You are going to get back on that table and let me do my job.”
I dropped the sheet again and wordlessly backed myself onto the table. My knees pressed together, and I watched the rise and fall of my chest, anticipating what he would do next.
“Spread your legs.” His voice took on that take-charge tone again, the one I responded to.
I let my knees fall to the table, feeling exposed.
“Now don’t move, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”
He pulled my ass to the edge of the table and lowered himself to his knees. His arms wrapped around my thighs. His mouth nuzzled against my pussy, and my body instinctively jolted.
Raising his head, he gave me a sexy smile, raising his eyebrows. “I thought I told you to hold still?”
“You did.”
“And what did I say would happen if you didn’t listen?”
“You would teach me a lesson.”
“Good, you remembered.” Then he grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder. I let out a gasp of surprise as he slapped my ass twice, nice and hard. Then, in one swift motion, he laid me back down on the table. I was breathless, but he wasn’t even winded.
“Oh my God,” I said, so turned on. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet. I’m going to take care of you first, remember? Now, don’t squirm, or you’ll have a red ass.”
I eked out an okay, and then let my back fall to the table, realizing this was my deepest fantasy come to life—a fantasy I hadn’t even realized I had.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his face in my pussy once again. I let out soft moans, but kept my body still, wanting to be a good lover.
His lips brushed against my folds, and his tongue found my clit and flicked around it fast, faster than I ever could with my fingers. Then he slowed down, letting his tongue run up and down, from the beginning of my opening, to my ass. We hadn’t kissed, but the smooth pressure against the inside of my thighs told me he would melt me if our mouths collided.
Fuck, I was already melted. Letting out deep, guttural moans, I felt come seep from my pussy as I orgasmed. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, Liam didn’t seem to think one orgasm was enough. He stood, and told me what he was gonna do next.
“I bet you’re used to something soft and gentle,” he said, “but I know what you really need is something deep and hard. That tension we were talking about? I’m gonna make it all melt away.”
His eyes were on mine as he spoke, and it wasn’t aggressive. It was as if he knew exactly what I had been through, and wanted to take that pain away, one orgasm at a time.
I would let him.
His fingers began to press inside me, hitting my g-spot quickly, as if a magnetic pull brought us together. He moved in me fast and hard like he said he would, and my moans became more urgent. Panting as he pressed another finger into me, I lost the ability to breathe.