“On my God!” I cry out.
Liam lifts his head and stares at me. “Right now, I am your god, and don’t you fucking forget it.”
Holy…wow.
He pushes a finger inside me. And another. Fucking me with them, he starts to suck on my clit.
Seconds later, I’m exploding around his mouth.
I didn’t realize how worked up I was. Guess that’s the power of oral sex. Or just the power of him.
“Move up to the head of the bed, and get on your stomach.”
I lift my lazy head, still lax from the orgasm, and look at him.
“Now,” he says.
I don’t argue because I know that whatever he has in mind will mean more pleasure for me.
Face pressed into the pillow, I hear Liam moving around, and then he climbs on the bed. A condom lands on the pillow beside my head.
He takes ahold of one wrist and then the other, bringing them together above my head. He starts to wrap his tie around my wrists.
“Um, you’re tying me up?” I glance back at him.
“Looks that way. You have a problem with that?”
Do I have a problem with that?
“No.” I shake my head. “So long as you untie me at the end. I don’t fancy being on the receiving end of a hotel maid’s joke.”
He chuckles low and deep, and then he leans in and captures my lips in a hot kiss. I can taste myself on him. It’s crazy erotic.
“Don’t worry. I have plans for you this afternoon that don’t require you being tied to a bed.”
He ties my bound wrists to the metal headboard, using the remainder of the tie.
I’m figuring he does this often, as he has me bound and tied in less than a minute.
I feel him press a kiss between my shoulder blades. Then, he starts to kiss his way down my spine.
His hand runs over my ass cheek…and then he slaps it.
“Ouch,” I hiss.
I feel his lips press to the offending sting, his tongue running over the area, soothing it.
I haven’t been spanked before.
Gotta say, I quite like it. It feels…naughty and incredibly sexy. Especially when I’m tied up and totally at his mercy.
I feel his finger run between my ass cheeks, causing me to tense. “Have you ever been fucked up the arse?” he asks, voice low.
I crane my neck back to look him. “No.”
And I don’t know if it’s something I ever want to do.
But, you’re dying, Taylor. So, why the hell not? What do you have to lose?
Swallowing past my natural nerves, my voice shakes as I say, “But…I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it out.”
Surprise flickers in his eyes, and then, soon after, a big, dirty grin spreads across his lip. “Has anyone ever told you before that you’re a man’s wet dream?”
A laugh escapes me. “Nope.”
“Well, you are. A hot fucking wet dream. I’ve been dreaming about a woman like you since I hit puberty.”
“You don’t get to fuck many asses?” I ask.
“Not as many as I’d like.” He slaps my ass again. “And I’m going to fuck your hot ass…but not today.”
“Why not?” I ask. I actually feel a little disappointed. I was getting all ready to psych myself up for it.
“Because spit alone won’t do it, and unless you have some lube, I’m not going near your ass.”
“I don’t have lube. It’s not something I thought to pack.” I smirk at him.
“I’ll just have to make sure I have some the next time we have sex.”
“We’ll be having sex again?” I raise a brow.
“We’ll definitely be having sex again.” He leans down and presses another kiss to my ass cheek, making me shiver.
I let my head fall down onto the pillow as I feel Liam get to his knees.
His hands grab my hips, and he lifts me. I bring my knees up to support myself. God knows how because my body currently feels like jelly.
Sex for me before was never anything like it is with Liam.
With Benjamin, we were just inexperienced kids, and my one-night stands were just fuck-and-goes.
Sex with Liam is so much more. There are so many feelings that come with it…and it’s incredibly intense in sensation that I’m halfway between madness and ecstasy while with him.
His finger pushes inside me again, and he starts to fuck me with it.
I’m panting and beyond needing him inside me when he reaches over and picks up the condom.
His finger leaves me. I whimper at the loss.
I hear foil tear.
I glance back to see him rolling the condom on that magnificent cock of his. His dick is straining upward, looking hard and so ready to fuck me.
He catches my eye. The smile he gives me is a dirty one, filled with a hot promise.
Liam holds my stare as he lines his cock up with my opening. Very slowly, he starts to push every delicious inch of him inside me until my eyes are closing with total bliss.
He takes his time, fucking me with measured, languid movements. Pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, inch by delicious inch.
It’s the best kind of torture.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he says in a rough, low voice.
I can’t ever remember being called beautiful by a man I was fucking…except for him.
I look back at him, the bind on my wrists pulling. It stings, but I like the bite of pain.
“So do you,” I tell him.
Something flashes through his eyes. Something hot and urgent. Then, his control snaps, and he starts fucking me hard and relentless. One hand on my hip and the other pressed on my lower back, he pumps in and out of me, dominating my body.