He kissed her again, one hand cupping her ass, as he unhooked her bra with a practiced motion. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, almost as if it caused him physical pain.
Liam traced the curve of her breast with the back of his hand and she arched her back, pressing into his touch. People had told Min she was beautiful before, but she’d never believed it the way she did when his hands were on her.
“You make me feel like I am,” she whispered as he took her nipple in his mouth. The peak was so hard it stung as he flicked his tongue over it.
“Let me show you how beautiful you are, contessa,” he murmured.
Liam’s eyes locked on hers as he dropped to his knees, his strong hands running over her hips and backside. He kissed her stomach and grazed his teeth across her thigh through the thin fabric of her leggings. It should have been uncomfortable to have this gorgeous man paying such attention to the parts of her body she tried the hardest to hide. But it wasn’t. Instead, she was flooded with a sense of freedom.
Hooking his fingers over the waistband at her hips, he looked up at her, eyebrow arched.He’s giving me an out, she realized,offering me another chance to tell him to stop. Min ran her fingers through his hair and nodded. It was all the reassurance he needed. Liam pulled her leggings and panties down in one movement, bringing his hands back up to cup her bare ass. He pulled her hips to his face and buried his nose in the curls of her mound.
With a growl, Liam ran the broad, flat edge of his tongue over her folds, slowly tasting the wetness gathered there. Her breath shuddered at the sudden pleasure. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned against her before rising to his feet.
He kissed her again, his tongue stroking hers as he walked her back to his bed. The back of her calves hit the softness of his sheets, and he lay her down. As she let him situate her on the bed the way he wanted her, her fingers grazed his erection through the thin jersey of his boxer briefs. He hissed at the touch before he peeled off his boxer briefs, every hard inch of him exposed. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight – the thick, swollen mast with its dusky red crown leaking drops of precum. She wanted to map the veins along his length. She wanted to press her tongue to the slit on the top and taste his pleasure. How much of him she could fit in her mouth? What would those ridges would feel like beneath her lips?
She licked her lips in anticipation and Liam chuckled, a deep rumble, as he crawled on top of her, “Not yet, beautiful.” He kissed her lips, her neck, her collarbone, slowly working his way down her body. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” his low voice vibrated against her skin. “I’ve imagined all the things I’d do to you if I ever had the chance,” he continued, swirling his tongue around her belly button.
“I imagined you, too,” she confessed, gasping as he nipped the sensitive skin at her hip.
He ran his fingertips lightly over the delicate skin at the tops of her thighs, moving closer and closer to where she needed him. She circled her hips, following his fingers, desperate for his touch. “What did you imagine, contessa?” He traced her seam with his middle finger, his eyes hooded. “Did you imagine me here?”
“Yes,” she panted, trying to squirm closer to his touch.
“My fingers?” She nodded. “My tongue?” A desperate sound escaped her as he trailed one finger over her slit again, dipping slightly deeper this time, but not deep enough. Not nearly deep enough. “My cock?”
“Yes, Liam,” she begged. “All of you.”
He met her eyes and she bit her lip, as his head dipped between her legs. He settled his shoulders beneath her bent knees and cradled her ass, lifting her hips to his mouth as if she were his favorite meal. “You’re so wet,” he marveled. A teasing swipe of his tongue through her folds, his eyes never leaving hers. She squirmed and whimpered as his tongue withdrew. “I want to take my time,” he said, parting her folds with his thumbs.
It should have been embarrassing, having this gorgeous man staring at her most intimate place so intensely. But it wasn’t – it was unbearably hot. She’d never felt so sexy in her life.
“Look at you, baby. Look at your perfect cunt.” Another swipe of his tongue, this time swirling around her opening and flicking at her clit. She bucked against the slight pressure. “So ready for me. Do you ache, contessa?” he asked. “Do you need me to make this pretty pussy feel better?”
“Please,” she moaned.
He sucked lightly on her clit, not nearly hard enough, teasing her mercilessly. “You should be worshipped. You should be fucking treasured.” He buried his nose against her mound and inhaled her scent, groaning against her skin. “I’m going to show you, contessa. You were made for me. I will never take this gift for granted.” Another swirl, more gentle flicks of his tongue. “Any time you ache, any time you feel empty,” he slipped a finger inside her and she squirmed at the pleasant invasion. “That’s it,” he said, a mixture of awe and tenderness seeping into his voice as he slipped a second finger inside her. “You never have to be empty again.”
“Liam,” she whined, lifting her hips towards him. “I need you.”
“I know, baby.” His eyes locked with hers again, a new fire burning in their depths, and he buried his face between her legs, stroking and flicking the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs. He ate her like a man possessed, sucking and licking, teasing her with his teeth. Ravenous and insistent, sending sensations flooding through her body that she’d never experienced before. She didn’t know it could be like this, that a man’s mouth and fingers could make her feel so good.
And yet, for all his devouring, he kept her hovering just on the edge, drawing out her pleasure until finally –fucking finally– he landed home with a powerful suck of her clit. She writhed beneath his kiss, set ablaze with every expert movement of his mouth. He guided her to the brink, his pressure increasing. She was so close she could taste her release, just out of reach.
“Liam,” she gasped. He entered her with a third finger and crooked, finding that magic spot she’d read about but only ever felt with him, drawing her closer to the edge.This can’t be real. It’s too good. Too good.
“Come for me, contessa,” he commanded, his fingers pumping, before wrapping his lips around her clit again and sucking so hard the world cracked open.
Colors burst behind her eyes, every nerve ending aflame and begging him for more, more, more. She tried to keep a grip on reality, digging her hands into the sheets at her sides.
“Let go, beautiful,” he growled. “I’ve got you.”
He wrapped his free hand around her thigh and held her tight to him as his tongue flicked and caressed in powerful strokes, his fingers playing her like he played his cello and forcing her to ride the wave of her orgasm as it crashed again and again, pleasure so powerful it almost hurt. Her hips bucked against him, but he held on, unrelenting. She came harder than she knew was possible, panting and crying out his name as her body convulsed in ecstasy. And through it all he massaged that hidden spot on her front wall, made love to her with his tongue, his lips, grazes of his teeth, stroking and sucking until he’d tasted every last drop of her release.
The intensity subsided and Liam slowly crawled back up her body, his lips and chin slick with her desire as he peppered her heated skin with open mouthed kisses. The throbbing between her legs was less urgent, but nowhere near sated, now joined by the desperate need for him to fill her, to feel him move within her. She’d never felt so empty, so bereft of him. She arched her back to press against him, grinding against his hardness so he could feel how desperately she needed him to fulfill his promise and ease the ache.
“I want you inside me,” she begged.
Liam groaned against her lips. Min ran her nails down his back, over his waist, and down, down, taking hold of his shaft and guiding him to her opening. She pressed his dripping tip against her swollen clit and gasped at the contact, the hard nub swollen and sensitive after her orgasm.
