Claire
Liam looks at me with such hunger as we arrive at our destination. I know at the back of my mind that to some degree that we would end up at his house, but I’m so glad we’re here now instead of any other leg of our date.
He’s done so much to build me up, and I’m raring to just let go and be crazy with him behind his own private, closed doors.
He fixes his cock and pushes it back down innocently into his pants quickly as his chauffeur comes around to open the door for us. We smooth down our appearance like nothing happened. We exit the limo and Liam brings his arm around my waist to start our walk to the door.
“Thank you,” he says to the driver. “Shall we?” he asks me.
“Please, yes,” I respond. I don’t know if I could sound any more ready if I tried.
As we walk, I marvel at the beauty of the home. His front lawn is beautifully landscaped, and the path to the house is well laid and appropriate for the overall look.
He opens the front door, and inside is just as beautiful, if not more so, than the exterior. The walls are off-white, there’s tasteful decor in the hall, and the hardwood floors are immaculate.
Liam leads me to his kitchen, which houses the mini bar.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” he asks. I nod and smile. He smiles back and pours a deep red wine into two glasses and hands me one. I accept it and take a sip.
“Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned.
“No, nothing at all,” I respond.
“Are you sure?” he persists, and takes a sip from his own glass. “Don’t you like the taste?”
“Oh, no. The taste is fine. It’s delicious in fact,” I say, reassuringly. “I suppose I’m just hoping for some dessert.”
Liam has caught my drift. He sets down his glass and takes mine from me to set it on the counter behind us.
He comes over to me and kisses me, leaning me against his island. His hands come up to my tits and he massages them. My nipples grow hard at his touch.
I toss my arms around his neck and he moves his hands from my breasts to my ass. He squeezes it tight, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. My body has been craving for him, the moment we set foot on the house and I don’t know how much longer I could wait.
He lifts me up completely and sets me on his counter, and his hands run between my legs and part them. He rubs my thighs up and down as we continue to make out.
His head moves down my body, kissing down my neck, to my collarbone, to my chest...all the way down to the tops of my thighs. Liam lifts my dress enough to fit his head under it. He grazes my clit with his nose and I shudder. I think to myself...yes.
He licks from my pussy lips up to my clit and starts to suck it hard. I whimper in delight and lean myself back against the counter while he goes to town on me.
Fingers sliding into my pussy, he finds my G-spot and grinds against it hard. My toes inevitably curl. The pleasure I’m experiencing is better than any dessert we could have had anywhere else.
I move my arm to bring my hand to his hair and accidently knock his wine over onto us. I gasp and bring my hands to my mouth in shock, mortified.
He looks up at me, licking his lips. He doesn’t hesitate.
“Well, now I guess we’ll just have to shower then, huhh?” And he winks.
I look down at him and smile.
“Well if that’s the case, I guess I need to be dirty first.”
His face shows his confusion at my remark.
I hop down from the counter and take him by the hips, spinning him against the counter. I pull his cock from his pants and start twirling my tongue on the head of his cock.
He moans at me, happily. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and meet it with my lips. I stroke and bob him, sucking hard. Caught off guard by my impulsive actions, he feels ready to blow at any second.
Quickly, I pull him from my mouth and jerk at his cock, teasing my own tits with my other hand and biting my lip at him. He breathes heavy down at me, his hands gripping the countertop tight.
As he looks down at me, he rolls his eyes back and shouts.
“Claire, I’m coming!”
I ready my face and let every drop of cum land on my forehead, nose, lips, and cheeks. I continue stroking until there’s no more space left for the loads to find in my face.
I sit there for a moment, smiling at the massive amount of cum I’ve just collected on my face and he smiles back down at me. I stand and brush my dress flat against my legs.
Liam takes my hand and leads me to his stairs. We climb to the second floor and walk through his master bedroom to the bathroom en suite.
I wait near his vanity, taking a look at Liam’s handiwork. I look like a class A slut and I wouldn’t have it any other way tonight. I want Liam more than ever, and I’m going to have him right here in his house.
He approaches me, wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me to his stand-in shower. We both walk in, the water hitting our bodies at just the right temperature, soaking our bodies nicely.
I stand under the showerhead and allow the cum to roll from my face down my body and eventually circle the drain. As I cleanse my pores, I lather a loofah with some soap and start rubbing it against Liam’s skin.
He takes another sponge and returns the favor. Our bodies are covered in suds, leaving just enough of us hidden from each other to be a tease.
I press my soapy tits against his bare chest and lean in to kiss him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and caresses my wet, slippery body.
His hand travels between my legs and he lifts one up high and positions his cock at my cunt.
Before I know it, he thrusts inside of me, deep. I moan in ecstasy and lean my head back and close my eyes, absorbing the sheer pleasure.
I feel him take my other leg up, and he has me wrap my legs behind him. As I sit pretzeled around his hips, I take it upon myself to grind on him back.
He moans at me, and we establish a perfect synchronization to our fucking. When he thrusts in, I grind down. When he pulls back, I pull away. It’s amazing and it pushes me right to my limit.
Between the spectacular fucking and the steamy, hot water I’m on the verge of climaxing right here and now. Liam leans his head in and starts sucking on my neck and collarbone, forcing tingles all through my body.
My cunt throbs and I explode like a rocket taking off, and experience new heights of pleasure. It just never gets old for me no matter how many times I have him. I clench onto Liam, and right as I come all over his cock, he comes for me.
He fills my pussy with his hot, creamy cum. I feel so full and I can’t hold it all in. As fast as his cum shoots into me, my pussy forces the excess right back out. I love it, and hold myself in this moment for as long as I can.
As we both come down from our highs, we finish rinsing our bodies off. Liam opens the shower door and exits, and hands me a fluffy white robe, and has slippers already waiting for me. Funny, it’s like he planned for me to shower with him all along.
Once our robes are on, Liam gives me a strong, caring hug and he kisses my forehead. We travel back downstairs, and we sip more wine on his couch, right in front of a freshly prepared fireplace.
I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect evening.