Ican’t get enough of his lips on mine, his taste is addictive. Liam holds himself back briefly, surprised by my little attack, but after a few short seconds he concedes and leans into me. I let my hands travel down over his shoulders and brace them on his hard pecks before pushing my hands into his jacket and shoving it over his shoulders. His hands leave my face for a brief second, so he can shrug it off before they’re in my inky black hair. Grasping it gently in his palms to hold me in place, he takes over the control as small whimpers escape me. I need someone to want me, to want to take my control and pleasure me with it, only I need to trust that he will give it back. He was the one who said he wanted to have me, and I’m going to trust him, no matter how hard that may be. Liam pulls back just enough to cock an eyebrow at me in question.
“Amelia, stop thinking too much about it. You have complete control really, let me do this. You say the word and I’ll stop”
I try my best not to disintegrate into a heap of my own arousal and manage to nod. He gave me control of the kiss at the hotel, he made it seem like it was my decision to take this further, when in reality I was doing what he’d asked of me. And I’d be lying if I hadn’t loved it. How come he knows my body better than I do already?
“Bedroom?”
I smile at his bashfulness, and grin while biting my bottom lip between my teeth. I nod and pull him up from the sofa before guiding him down the hallway. I could be walking into hell here, or I could be walking into the only paradise money can’t buy. Either way, I’m keen to find out. The air is thick with need, no doubt my wonton state will get me slapped with the easy label, but right now I don’t care. He wanted control, he can have it. Liam is everywhere, his scent filling my nose, his heavy breathing filling my ears, his touch electrifying my nerve endings, and his taste lingering on my tongue. I gasp as he pulls be back against him, turning me and pushing me against the wall. Pulling my hands above my head and holding them there with just one of his, he lets the other glide down my body. Starting at my ear, he lets the tips of his fingers skim down the crook of my neck to my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire as he goes. A shiver runs through me as my head falls back against the wall, granting him more access.
Replacing his fingers with his mouth he starts a taunting trail of feathery kisses, from my ear down my neck as his hand continues down my shoulders before he brushes his wide palm down the side of my chest, slowly skimming my breast as he moves past it. It’s a teasing move and my nipples harden at his taunting touch. A desperate breath leaves my mouth, but I’m afraid to break the silence. Our heavy breathing is the only noise in my entire flat, only serving to turn me on even more. Goosebumps form all over my skin and the heat growing between my legs is unyielding. His mouth is on mine again and his hand slides down to caress my hip, grasping it tightly, his fingers dig into my sensitive skin.
We haven’t even made it to the bedroom yet and I’m like a fire burning with too much gasoline. A breath of air leaves my lungs quickly as he pulls me hard against his chest, so my breasts are squashed against him. Releasing my hands from above my head, I wrap them around him as a wave of creamy heat flows straight between my thighs. Our lips crash together as the kiss turns desperate and our hands start to claw at each other, both of us needing to be closer to the other. I didn’t think I could get anymore turned on, but the fact that he craves me just as much as I crave him warms me from the inside out. He releases me before returning a hand to the small of my back and ushering me into my bedroom. I giggle at his eagerness before turning to face him. His eyes are dark with lust, his lips red and swollen and our chests are rising and falling in a rhythm only we know. I school my features as desire fills my blood stream. Stepping closer to me with a devilish prowl, his hands instinctively go to my waist as I reach my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine.
Large hands move from my hips to my bum and he gives it a none too gentle squeeze.
“Undress me” his lips move against mine before I happily pull away. I glance into his eyes before I reach down and undo each of his shirt buttons. His features don’t waver as I inch each button through their tiny cotton holes before returning to unknot his tie. My fingers are surprisingly steady as more of his olive tanned skin is revealed. Shrugging out of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, I reach for the band of his trousers before he stops me by pulling me closer by my hips and inching the fabric of my blouse out of my skirt torturously slow. He eyes me questioningly, so I nod in response before he resumes pulling my top over my head. His eyes become hooded as he glances between my pencil skirt and black lacy bra. My body confidence shoots through the roof at this Adonis gazing longingly at me. Taking a slight step backwards he reaches out and turns me, so my back is to him before pressing his chest against my spine. Placing a flurry of gentle kisses along my shoulder, he grabs my hair and flicks it over the other one, giving him better access to the sensitive skin on my neck. Invisible strings connect the nerves in my neck to my core, and it’s my undoing as I shiver against his lips and my knees grow slightly weaker. The kisses turn to little sucks and bites and I moan out my pleasure.
My arms hang at my sides unwillingly, I need something to hold onto! His dexterous fingers busy themselves undoing the zipper at the back of my skirt before letting it fall at my feet. His big hands hold onto my hips before his fingertips travel up towards my breasts where he gently kneads them through the lacy fabric, hardening my nipples even more. In my needy state I lean further into his touch, arching my back so more of my skin is in his palms. My head falls back against his shoulder as he massages my sensitive skin into boiling hot want. The fabric of my bra is irritating, playing a barrier between his skin and mine. My breasts are heavy with arousal, held up by his big masculine hands and my whole body is aching with need, my core clenching around nothing.
“Liam…” I plead quietly.
A guttural growl escapes this god of man stood behind me. Turning me in his arms, he drops a small kiss to my forehead before pushing me backwards towards the bed with his fingers against my chest. The backs of my legs hit the frame and I fall backwards into my soft plush covers. If I wasn’t already totally breathless then I would be now. As if he’s trying to burn this image into his brain, he lets his eyes travel down my body and I instantly feel a little self-conscious. I don’t work out like I used to, so my hips are a little wider and my thighs slightly thicker. He’s already seen a few of the scars I had when he helped clean me up, but he hasn’t seen them all. I go to move my hands over my stomach to cover myself.
Liam’s voice booms through the room, including my runaway thoughts, demanding and authoritative as always.
“Don’t.” his voice is horse and demanding, so I let my arms fall to my sides.
My eyes lock with his before he comes down over me. A tattoo dons his upper arm, I hadn’t noticed it before, or at least I had been too preoccupied to notice, I want to run my fingers over it, to see the detail in it. I never took him to be a man with ink, but it looks sexy as hell as it curves around his bicep. I dart my tongue out to wet my lips at the sight of his protruding muscles, wanting to lick my way around them. My thoughts scatter when he comes on top of me with a knee on either side of my hips, straddling me. Hot breath scatters over my face, drowning me in his scent before he leans down and presses his lips to mine briefly before pulling back and staring into my eyes.
“Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful” his lust filled voice is music to my ears.
The way he speaks to me, makes my insides a muddled mess. No man has ever spoken to me the way he does before, and I already know he’s going to ruin me for anybody else. His mouth leaves mine but only to resume along my jaw line and down my neck. The rush I feel when I’m with him is the same as a drug addict to their favorite vice. I understand addictions, but I prefer healthy ones – not that Liam is remotely healthy but damn it does he make me feel good.
My eyes flutter closed, allowing me to concentrate on all the other senses running haywire through my body. I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him there as if I was subconsciously afraid he would run away. He hesitates there for a second, sucking lightly on my skin before his open mouth draws a path down my neck to my breasts before he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. I arch my back to help him out, relishing in them being free. He quickly disposes of it over his shoulder, making me laugh while biting my lip before he returns his attention to my now free breasts. Without skipping a beat, he palms one in his hand, tweaking my nipple into a hardened pebble of nerves between his thumb and forefinger, and then bringing his mouth down to the other. I swear a small moan escaped him and it makes me wetter. His tongue rolls across my sensitive breast, licking and sucking at my nipple before he lightly grazes his teeth across it. My back arches up off the bed at the sensation it’s sending straight between my legs. I’ve never had this much sensation in my boobs before, and the flittering thought of how much more experience Liam has enters my mind, before I send it away. That electric bolt that flashes between where his tongue is and where I want it to be almost sends me over the edge.
My hands reach out to run my fingers through his hair, and a half gasp half moan escapes me. Liam doesn’t release me, but he swaps his mouth’s attention from one breast to the other, palming them as if they were his favorite toy today. Kissing them once before moving further down my abdomen and across my hips before I realize where he’s headed. He takes special care in plying my scars with kisses, soothing the once broken skin. A small whimper escapes me at the idea of where he’s headed, but I tell him,
“You don’t have to do that”
“I want to. This is the only time I’ll be this gentle with you Amelia” he says with a slight groan as his fingers dip into the band of my matching lacy knickers. I want to ask him what he means by gentle. I want to ask him so many things, but all cognitive thoughts fly away as his fingers graze the sensitive flesh of my hips. He pulls them down my legs, kissing my thighs, shins and ankles before repeating the same trail back up towards me and taking up position between my thighs. The feel of his warm breath there makes me quiver, this is going to be over before I know it.
“You smell amazing” Liam says before brushing his tongue over my clit. My back arches off the bed of its own free will, any embarrassment from his comment disappears as his arms come to wrap around my thighs holding me in place. Darting his tongue out he licks me from top to bottom in one swift move and I moan. Oh God. The sensation hits me all over, every nerve ending coming alive under his touch. His tongue circles my most sensitive spot, slowly licking and sucking before he changes the pace and moves faster. I’m briefly aware of moans escaping my lips, so I grab hold of his hair again, needing some sort of grounding from his skilled mouth. I lift my head slightly off the pillow, so I can see what he’s doing, the sight of him down there at my most sensual spot has me making animalistic noises which in turn only eggs him on.
My head throws back against the pillow, I can’t watch him while he does this to me, if I do I’ll be orgasming in seconds. My nails dig into his scalp as he sucks my clit into his mouth, my head snaps back up as he pushes one long finger inside me, just as he meets my gaze and I cry out. Relishing in my reaction, his baby blues turn almost black, dark with want and lust. Eyes never leaving mine as his finger moves in and out of me a few times before he adds another and it’s too much. “Liam...” I groan as my hips buck against the overwhelming feeling of being filled by him, but he doesn’t stop. My body flushes with the impending orgasm, lightning courses through my veins and the coiling low in my stomach tightens and tightens, threatening to snap at any second. Giving me a few more thrusts of his fingers, curling them upward to tease my most sensitive spot, and lapping at my sensitive, throbbing nub of nerves, I start to fall apart around him. “Fuck…Liam...” I manage to croak before the world goes dark and I’m thrown over the cliff edge. The orgasm hits me faster than a freight train and stars begin to dance around my closed eyes. My skin heats and flushes as my inner walls clamp and release around him, he gives me a few lazy thrusts of his fingers, bringing me slowly down from my release. My muscles ache, but relish in the release they’ve craved for so long. My body shudders against the bed, and I’m vaguely aware of Liam kissing his way back up my body. Forcing myself to open my eyes I meet his very satisfied gaze and I can’t help but smile back at him. Grabbing a condom from his wallet before pushing back off the bed and ridding himself of his trousers, I get up to return the favor.
“Not tonight” he says before freeing his length from the confines of his boxers and sheathing it in rubber. Biting the inside of my cheek, I let my eyes rake over his naked body before returning to meet his. He’s so dreamy, his taught abdomen looks even better without the confines of his shirt hiding it, and his cock is mouth-watering. I dismiss the question about why he doesn’t want to put his delicious looking cock in my mouth as I concentrate on how large he is. A little tuft of dark hair adorns his length and I lick my lips absentmindedly. I mean I’ve had well-hung men before but none…well. There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes before he comes over me again, pushing me back down on the bed.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, brushing his soft fingers across my cheek.
“Yes” is all I can manage. Although my body is still bursting and coming down from the intense pleasure he just gave me, I want nothing more than to feel him inside me. His chin glistens in the soft light from the lamp on the side table, evidence of my arousal and release and I can’t help the smug smile that spreads my lips. Using his knees to push my legs apart, bracing his hands on either side of me, I bring mine up around shoulders. I know he’s going to stretch me, but I want it more than anything in this moment. Staring me right in the eyes while his cock nudges against my entrance, I pull him towards me, showing him with my kiss that I need him inside me. Taking the hint, he pushes his hips harder against mine, his cock finally breaching my opening. A moan escapes him and it’s quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds. A split second later he loses any will power he had and thrusts all the way in. I gasp around his mouth at his length, but he gives me no mercy in adjusting to his size.
Pulling back almost all the way and moving his hands so he doesn’t crush me with his weight, he pushes back into me. “Oh God…” he sounds pained as he pushes against my inner walls again. A silent moan leaves my lips as he fills me to the brink, stretching the muscles that have lay dormant for so long. His head falls back and his eyes close, but he pulls back giving me a hard kiss against my mouth before moving his mouth against my jaw, “Are you ok?” he asks almost breathlessly, warming me from the inside out. Without moving he waits for me to reply, his throbbing length fills me to the brim, taunting me by pulsing against my pleasure buttons.
“I’m fine, please Liam…” I arch my hips up to meet his, desperate for him to move again.
“God, Amelia” he moans, pushing back on his arms and looking down at me.
“You feel amazing” he whispers against my lips, his pupils dilating with need and lust. I move my lips against his, brushing my tongue across them and waiting for him to move! Taking my hint, he kisses me again, tangling his tongue with mine before thrusting inside me again and picking up his rhythm. Small moans escape my lips, as he thrusts deeper than I think I’ve ever had, each nerve ending along my inner walls are woken by his thickness. He’s filling me too full, his thickness is stretching me to the breaking point, but it’s only increasing my arousal. My hands reach out to claw onto something to steady myself, but Liam brings them above my head. I clutch the pillow behind me hoping to god it will keep me grounded. The tightening inside is building again and I can’t hold it back. He’s hitting every sweet spot deep inside me and it feels amazing. It’s never felt this good. I lift my hips to meet his every thrust, having adjusted slightly to his size, greedily wanting more. Leaning back, he lifts my legs, so my knees are bent over his forearms, he thrusts into me again but this time it’s so much deeper. A moan escapes my lips, sounding more like an animalistic growl.
Loving how he answers my unspoken needs, his cock is hitting that sweet cushion of nerves inside me and I gasp, grabbing hold of his forearms as he thrusts into me. “Liam...” I almost scream as I try in vein to muffle my sounds into the mattress. Liam stills, “Look at me” his voice is gravelly but firm. I turn my face to look at him. I’ve never been so addicted to a man’s body before. His broad shoulders ripple as his arms hold my legs up, his chiseled chest rises and falls as he sucks in lungsful of air, and that V. My eyes close slightly at the image in front of me knowing that he’s filling me to the brim with his length that I can see just peeking between the apex of my thighs, our bodies joined together, slick with each other’s sweat and juices.
“Keep your eyes open” he breaths before he thrusts again. I admire his willpower but if he stops one more time I’m going to flip him on his back. Liam moans in satisfaction, it’s the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever heard, before he steals my attention by rubbing my clit with his thumb, a few swirls mixed with my wetness and that’s my undoing. “Oh god…yes!” I’m briefly aware of how loud that came out, but I don’t care.
I throw my head back against the mattress, my back arching up and away from it as I come apart around him, my sex is throbbing around his length as sparks and fireworks fire across my body. My muscles lax from the previous orgasm, gives way to new waves of pleasure as the second one tears through me. I clench around him, my inner muscles sighing with the much-needed release. Through my post-orgasmic bliss, I can feel his cock pulsating inside me and I know he’s close. I keep my eyes locked with his and through clenched teeth he moans. God this man! The way the muscles in his arms flex as he holds my legs up, the way his abdomen ripples as he fights the impending orgasm makes me hot with want. He’s just given me two of possibly the best orgasms of my life and it’s still not enough for my greedy body. It’s his own fault for being so skilled.
“Amelia” his muscles flex as he finally let’s go inside me. Jaw taught with need, his neck muscles working as he fights against the pleasure, his muscles rippling as it tears through him. God he’s beautiful. He falls on top of me, careful to hold his weight on his forearms before he rests his head against my neck. His breathing is hard and fast, but I’m not surprised after that. When was the last time I had not one, but two orgasms with a man? I run my hands softly across his shoulders and down his back, in attempt to ease him back to reality. We’re both still pulsing and clenching around each other, neither of us wanting this end. After a few minutes of lying there in comfortable silence, he eases up and drops a tender kiss to my lips. We stay like that for several minutes just touching and lightly kissing before he eases out of me. Jumping off the bed he heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, so I get a perfect view of his taught bum. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth at the idea of biting it. Gently of course.
“What?” Liam asks with a cocked eyebrow as he comes to stand in the doorway of my bathroom, looking like every bit the Greek God, he is.
“Nothing, I was just admiring you” I say before shuffling up the bed and diving beneath the warm covers. Realizing now that there’s no point in hiding my affection for him.
“Oh yeah? Like what you see?” he asks before joining me. I was worried about this part, the part that comes after. The anxiety I was feeling floats away as he joins me in bed. Smiling I answer him.
“I do indeed”
“I’m glad, I like what I see too”
He pulls me into his arms so I’m laying across his broad chest. He’s still a little damp with sweat but I don’t mind. The air is heavy with the scent of our love-making - No, definitely not. Our Fucking.
“Thank you” I use the tip of my finger to outline the perfect muscles that are etched on his abdomen and he squeezes me a little tighter. I trace my finger across the ink on his arm, following the black swirls that rise and fall all the way around.
“When did you get this?”
“When I was at university, slight rebellious faze”
I chuckle at the mere idea of him being a rebellious teenager, but it’s nice knowing he isn’t always the serious, dominant male that I know.
“Ever wanted anymore?”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ve never really had time to think about it. Plus, this one was kind of meaningless and I want the next one to be worth something”
I pause my finger to look up at him and give him a closed mouth smile.
“You ever want to get inked?”
“Never really thought about it”
“What? So, no rebellious teenage years for you?” he huffs.
“I’ve had my fair share” I poke him in the ribs. I’m not ready to divulge certain rebellions to him just yet.
Grabbing my wrist in his hand he flips me onto my back and comes to lie on top of me.
“I’m sure I can get a little bit of rebel out of you” he holds his lips mere inches away from mine as I cock an eyebrow at him.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Definitely. But I should warn you, I always win” he lowers his lips to my jaw and I accommodate him by tilting my head back.
I can’t stifle the giggle that escapes my lips, but he soon silences me with another kiss. Grabbing my hips, he rolls me so I’m straddling him, pulling my head down towards him and kissing me with vigor. My hair falls around us, blanketing us from the outside world in inky black strands. His hands move to my bum where he squeezes my cheeks in his big palms. How is it possible that after two mind blowing orgasms I could want more? Selfish Cow. I could do this all night.