The whole world could be on fire, and I wouldn’t care.
I just need this…him.
The feel of his tongue sweeping over my clit in those teasing, maddening movements…is torturous, but it’s the best kind of torture. I want it and more of it.
My body is burning up with a fever. I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin.
Then, he pushes a finger inside me, and I nearly combust.
“Liam!” I cry out, my hands leaving the bed to grab his hair.
He starts fingering me while licking my clit, and it’s incredible and intense and just everything.
My hips start moving of their own accord, in time with him, and I can feel the orgasm building up to epic proportions.
“That’s it, babe. Fuck my mouth,” he rumbles against me, the vibration of his voice pushing me further over the edge.
So, I do. I continue to shamelessly rub my pussy against his mouth.
Then, he sucks on my clit, his teeth grazing over it.
I’m pretty sure I levitate off the bed, and then I’m coming.
And I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life.
I scream to God and to Liam and maybe even say that Liam is God.
But he is. He’s the god of oral sex.
Seriously, it’s pure ecstasy.
Every one of my muscles seize in the most delicious way as a heat spreads throughout my body, and I never want it to end.
But, like all things in life, it has to end.
My body falls lax onto the bed.
I feel Liam kissing his way up my body, but I can’t move. I’m too relaxed.
He stops at my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples.
I slide my fingers into his hair, lifting his head so that he’s looking at me. “That was…”
“Amazing. Mind-blowing. Out of this world.” He grins.
“All those things and more. Thank you.”
His brows pull together. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I know, but I do. I big, big thank you.”
He chuckles.
I bring my head toward his, softly kissing him.
The kiss quickly turns heated.
He’s still dressed and between my legs, and I need him naked. Now.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” he says, breathing heavily into my mouth.
“I thought that was already a given.” I smile against his lips.
Getting to his knees, Liam reaches back and pulls his T-shirt off over his head. We both go for his pants at the same time. Liam wins and takes them off.
He reaches over into his nightstand and gets a condom from the drawer. I watch as he rolls the condom onto his impressive length.
When he’s fully sheathed, he lifts his eyes to mine.
I lick my lips.
His expression darkens.
I part my legs.
He’s on top of me in seconds with his mouth back on mine, kissing me like his life depends on it. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment you kissed me on the plane.” Then, he thrusts his cock all the way up inside me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out.
He stills inside me.
My body is adjusting to his size when he presses his nose to mine and stares deep into my eyes. “You feel so fucking good. Even better than I imagined.” His breath whispers over my lips.
I can feel his heart beating against mine while his cock is buried deep inside me.
I wrap my legs around him, my hands sliding up into his hair. “Fuck me, Liam. Now.”
His eyes flare, and he growls. He captures my mouth in a kiss, and he starts to fuck me.
His movements quickly become intense. He’s fucking me so hard that we’re moving up the bed with each thrust he gives.
Liam’s hand goes under my ass, lifting and tilting me.
He pulls his cock out to the tip and then slams back in. He hits so deep inside me that I scream.
His mouth is on my neck, kissing, and then I feel his tongue sweep over the shell of my ear, driving me crazy.
He kisses his way back to my mouth, and I’m turning my head to meet his lips, needing to kiss him more than I need air right now.
His tongue slides along mine, fucking my mouth as thoroughly as his cock is fucking me.
Liam groans, and it sounds like pure pleasure. It sends thrills racing through me, as I realize that I’m affecting him in this way.
“Tell me you’re close, babe, because I can’t hold off any longer. I wanted to last, but you’re just so fucking hot, and I waited too long to fuck you.”
I am close, but knowing how much he needs to come, I decide to aid the process along. I reach a hand between us and start to rub my clit with my fingers.
Liam stares down at my hand. “Fuck yeah. That’s it, touch yourself.” His eyes come back to mine. They’re all dark with lust. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Taylor.”
He thinks I’m beautiful?
He starts fucking me again with slow, drawn-out movements while I continue to rub my clit.
My second orgasm hits as hard as the first, and I’m coming like a rocket. “Liam!” I cry, my hand gripping his arm, nails digging in, as I ride out my orgasm.
“Jesus! Fuck! I’m…fucking…coming,” he groans.
Taking my mouth again, he kisses me through his orgasm, my own body still trembling with aftershocks.
And he keeps kissing me, long after he’s come, and I like it a lot.
The sex was out-of-this-world, but I like kissing him just as much. I’ve never been kissed the way Liam kisses me—so incredibly thorough. Like the kiss isn’t just a precursor to sex. He kisses me because he wants to.