Chapter Thirteen
Isabel had remained standing, but she hadn’t realized that Liam had walked up close behind her. When she felt his touch, his hands on her waist, it took her by surprise. She had been waiting, yearning, so long for his touch that she gasped.
His large hands enveloped her waist and then crept up her torso and to her breasts. She felt him squeeze them and she shut her eyes. Her back rested against his chest as he kneaded both her breasts violently. Isabel’s mouth opened with pleasure as she strained her neck against him. He pinched her nipples through the thin fabric of her crop top.
“We can’t…not now,” she murmured, but Liam didn’t stop. While his one hand continued to squeeze her breasts, his other found its way down the elastic of her skirt. He reached for her growing wetness and Isabel moaned. He found it and he stroked her through her lace panties. She wriggled in the grip of his arms. She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his breath against the back of her head.
“I’ll stop now if you want me to,” he said hoarsely, but Isabel didn’t reply. Of course she didn’t want him to stop. Even though she had heard the truth from him – that he never ordered a bride and he hadn’t expected her to show up. She couldn’t deny the fact that her body wanted his.
Liam’s stroking her made her wetter, and she could feel her juices flowing out of her, gushing into his fingers. But he continued, making her body squirm and her eyes flutter.
But Isabel wanted more this time. She wasn’t going to allow him to do what he did that first night. Without warning, she whipped around to face him, so that his hand was pulled away from her. Her skirt rolled down with the movement. His hands were on her butt now.
She looked up at him, straight into his eyes, defiantly. Liam didn’t say a word, and looked back at her, challenging her to do something. So Isabel did. She grabbed his cock in her hands and felt how big it had gotten, how it was throbbing in her hands.
She locked eyes with him as she massaged him through his jeans. She watched as he shut his eyes and lifted his head towards the darkening sky. She could see that he couldn’t control himself anymore. This time he wouldn’t be able to resist it.
She slowly undid his jeans and they fell off his waist. His hands reached for her waist again and, in silence, he grabbed her and pulled her up. Isabel wrapped her legs around his hips so that she could feel his throbbing cock against her own wetness. Her long skirt fell like a curtain covering their lower halves, while he held her tightly to him.
Then, he kissed her more passionately than any she had ever been kissed before. His tongue drew her lips apart and she felt his tongue, his lips, his breath, his teeth… all in her mouth. It was like they were both reaching for something. She framed his jaw with both her hands as she kissed him back.
And he entered her. With no warning or signal. She just felt him slide into her. His back muscles tensed up as he slid into her and he groaned into her mouth. He felt big and hard like a rock inside her, and she gasped as she took him in.
Isabel had always expected pain the first time, but she was too wet. Her body had been yearning for him for too long not to want this. When he was inside her, it felt natural – like he wasn’t a stranger. He belonged there inside her.
He pulled out while they continued to kiss. Then he thrust into her again, this time with more force. She gasped again as he pushed into her. She could feel him deep inside her, touching her where no one else had before. His pace increased, and his grip on her waist tightened. When they pulled apart for breath, they gazed into each other’s eyes as he thrust in and out of her. She was still completely clothed and he held her like he was holding up a prize.
“Liam!” She shrieked his name as she felt her body vibrate against his. She wasn’t thinking whether Sophie could hear them. She wasn’t thinking of anything.
“Let it happen, Isabel,” she heard him say just as her toes curled and she came violently, wildly against him. While she orgasmed, she saw him throw his head back. He was coming too. It was pure joy, her body wracked with complete abandon. Out there in the open, in a ranch, with the horses behind them… Isabel was laughing as she came. She couldn’t control it. Neither could Liam. He started laughing too as they continued to move against each other.
This is what they wanted from the moment they both laid eyes on each other. This was the moment they had both been waiting for, and it was happening now. They were orgasming together, their bodies merged as one. He was watching her with intensity as she finished. She could feel him drain himself inside her.
And then he suddenly let her go and she tumbled to the ground. Isabel wasn’t prepared for this. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly let go of her. She had fallen gently to the ground and she lay on her back on the dirt, looking up at him.
Liam was pulling up his jeans and clicking the buckle into place. “Are you happy now Isabel? Did you get your complete Western experience?” he asked before turning around and walking away from her.