This feel so good and so perfect.

And that’s crazy, isn’t it? There should be stumbling around and not know what goes where (okay, maybe I know what goes where, I’m not that innocent), and there should be confusion and questions and hesitation.

But there’s not much of that. A tiny bit of hesitation on my part, maybe, but it’s not because of him.

It’s because I don’t want to screw this up.

“Baby, you sure you want me to stop talking? Because I think all my talking is making you really wet.”

My legs are spread apart wide, and I feel self-conscious because my pussy is just completely on display for him, even though I’m still covered up. And he’s right; I can feel that my thin little painties are soaked for him.

“I don’t know,” I say, his eyes focused on mine.

“I think you want me to keep talking and see just how wet and turned on you can get. But you also wanna see what else I can do with my mouth, right?”

“Oh god,” I moan, and he isn’t even touching me right now. My head is spinning with want and desire, with hungry need for him to touch me.

He leans forward and kisses me, and I feel his tongue dance with mine, and he pulls away sweetly, nipping my bottom lip gently with his teeth. The sensation makes drip with desire, and he finally puts his hands on both of my knees and spreads me wide open for him.

“You are so fucking perfect, Anna,” he growls as his hands glide up the insides of my thighs. “Perfect and mine.”

Liam slips a finger inside my panties and growls when he feels how wet I am, and this - the first touch of a man I’ve ever felt on my most intimate parts - makes my entire body heavy and burning hot.

“You were waiting to give this perfect little pussy to me, weren’t you? You were waiting for me to come along so I could kiss your clit, sink my cock deep inside you. Right baby?”

“Yes,” I moan as he pulls my panties to the side so he can see all of me.

I feel so vulnerable, so exposed, like he could do anything to me and I would have no control over it. And that’s how I want it.

“I don’t think I want you to be my pretend girlfriend,” he moans, slipping his fingers slowly across my aching clit. My heart stops for a second - but then he continues, “I could make you my fucking wife.”

I feel my mouth pull open and my teeth come down on my bottom lip as he pulls me closer to him, sliding my ass along the cool marble countertop. His bends down, and his lips are dangerously close to my pussy, and he kisses the insides of my thighs as my desire positively drips out of me.

“You are silky smooth, love,” he says, his lips coming even closer to me, “and you are going to feel so good stretching wide around my cock. You wanna feel that?”

“Yes,” I moan, “I do.”

“Not yet baby. I wanna taste that sweet little cherry.”

Liam puts his lips right against my clit and stops for a moment, sending me a heart-stopping smile before wrapping my clit up inside his perfect lips, swirling his tongue against me, licking me so slowly that I might just lose my damn mind.

“Ohhh,” I moan out, and the sound nearly surprises me. I never knew something could feel this good.

It’s like I’ve been teleported to another planet, the way his tongue traces against the outside of my clit and then sweeps over it gently.

“I could do this every day for the rest of my fucking life,” he growls, “your pussy is so perfect and you are so perfect.”

That kind of talk is making me feel crazy inside, and I know it’s just that - crazy talk. Dirty talk peppered in with some love-dovey stuff.

He reaches up and pushes my dress up my waist, and I raise my arms in the air to let him pull it off me. Then he moves up my body and kisses me, making me taste myself on him.

“Do you like how you taste?” he groans, pulling my body close to him with an open hand on the small of my back.

It is sinful and sexy, and so forbidden and foreign to me. This man has me doing things I’d never dreamed of.

Letting him just come up to me on the street and asking me out? Never happened to me.

Asking me to be his girlfriend on the first date? Ridiculous.

And now kissing me where I’d never even been touched before today?

I don’t want this moment to end.

Liam reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, letting the lace and straps fall onto the counter next to me. He reaches around to my front and pushes his thumb slowly over my nipple, grazing the skin and making me feel crazy inside, making me even wetter.

“Let me get that wet for you,” he groans, moving down my body and taking my nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue against it just like he did to my clit. “You’re already so wet everywhere else.”

He pulls his mouth away and puts both of his hands on my breasts, feeling their fullness inside his hands, an expression of lust mixed with something else on his face.

It’s an expression I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what to call it. It’s want, but it’s something more than that.

It’s lust, and it’s more.

And I feel it, too.

It’s the feeling I had when I first saw him. Like everything else melted away from me. From us.

“Liam,” I moan, unable to take it any longer, “please fuck me. I need it.”

“I knew you’d beg me like a good girl,” he growls into my ear, pinching my nipples gently but firmly between his fingers. “I knew when I saw you you were my dirty girl.”

“Oh god Liam, please,” I moan as he puts his hand between my legs, and I scoot forward toward him, desperate to feel him inside me.

“You want me to shove my big cock inside you, honey? You want me to reach down and pinch your little clit between my fingers as I fuck you?”

“Yes,” I moan, my fingers coming down to his belt.

“Let me do that,” he says, pushing my hands away gently. “I wanna see you touch yourself right now.”

I feel like my heart could stop right now.

“Touch...myself?” I say, my eyes wide with confusion.

“Yes, I want to see how you touch yourself. I wanna see how you touch yourself when you’re alone in the dark, in bed. How you touch yourself when you’re thinking of this. Of being claimed and marked and made to beg. I want to see your face when you do it.”

I can’t say no to him.

My heart is beating so fast that I feel like it could slam right through my chest, and I reach down and touch my clit gently. I am so soaked, I never thought I would be able to get this wet.

I push my fingers around my clit, dragging them along my skin, and I feel like I could cum at any moment.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

“Yes, it does.”

“But does it feel as good as me? As my fingers? As my tongue?”

“No,” I breath, my lips quivering in anticipation of him touching me again.

“And do you like to slip a finger inside when you touch yourself?” he asks.

“No, I’ve...I’ve never done that before,” I say. “I only touch myself here. I’ve never…”

“Fuck, baby. You’ve never felt anything inside that sweet little pussy?”

I swallow thickly.

“No.”

“Let me show you,” he says, slowly unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. He pushes his pants down the floor and steps out of them confidently, all while I watch him, continuing to touch myself, and his eyes stay on mine. He keeps watching my face, and I just want to cum while he watches, but he’s right - I want him to show me how good it feels to have him inside.

He pulls his shirt off, and then lifts his muscular arms away from his body as he peels off his thin white undershirt. His body is like something from a dream. Perfect, rippling flesh and stone-hard muscle, and he puts his hands on either side of my thighs, pushing himself closer to me.

“I’m going to take over from here,” he says, taking my hand and bringing it to my mouth. He makes me taste myself again, and then takes my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the pads of my fingers and sucking my desire off them.

I look down between us, and my pussy is so wet and making the insides of my thighs sticky for him. And he has his black boxer briefs still on, but I can see the outline of his cock through the fabric, and he is huge.

“You like what you see?” he asks.

I nod. It’s a naive, innocent little nod, because I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle him.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he grows. “Take it out. Take a look at it. Imagine it sliding past your lips as you lick every drop of salty white cum off of it.”

“Oh god,” I moan, and I can’t stop smiling at what’s about to happen.

I scoot forward even closer to him, and put my fingers at the top of his shorts. Up close, I can smell the masculine cologne he’s wearing even better, and I can see the outline of his cock even clearer. I swallow hard and brace myself to see my very first cock up close, and I pull the thick waistband of his designer shorts down slowly, wondering who the hell I am.

Because this? This is not me.

This is someone better. This is someone drunk on Liam.

I pull his shorts down and his head of his cock comes into view, and he is dripping with precum. I can’t believe I’ve made this dangerously sexy, experienced man so hard. I can’t believe he wants me.

But he does.

I continue pulling his shorts down, and his cock springs forward, thick and perfect and oh-so-very big.

“Now that you can really see what we’re working with, what do you think?” he asks in his dark, sexy voice.

“I think you’re really freaking big,” I moan, barely able to control myself.

“You gonna be able to handle me?” he asks, taking my waist in his strong, powerful hands and pulling me down off the counter.

Liam kneels down in front of me and pulls my panties off slowly, kissing my thighs as he does.

“We aren’t going to be needing these anymore,” he says, smiling up at me.

He picks me up again easily and pops me onto the counter.

“I’m going to go slow with you at first. I’m going to be gentle. But I can’t promise I’m going to be gentle once we start going. Unless that’s what you want, honey. If you want me to go agonizingly slow and make you cum slowly and sweetly, I’ll do it,” he says, slipping a finger under my chin. “But if you want me to pound you out and make you scream and cum hard and fast all over my cock, I can do that too. I have to tell you that’s what I’d personally prefer.”

“That,” I say quickly, “I want the second one.”

“Okay. You wanna be fucked like a real woman, baby? Like the real fucking dirty princess you are?”

“Yes,” I say, my brows knitting and my lips open with want.