“Fuck, Min,” his breathing was as shaky as her own as he watched her use his cock to tease herself.
He steadied himself on one forearm, hovering above her, and reached into the bedside table for a condom. He opened the little foil package and began to roll the latex on to himself. Even that simple move set her heart racing – he hadn’t tried to bargain, hadn’t even questioned whether or not they’d use protection. The gesture was so ordinary and yet so extraordinary, that this man prized her safety, prioritized caring for her. Had any man ever cared for her so casually before?
She placed her hands on his and slid the condom down the length of him, feeling every rock-hard inch. He was so large her hand couldn’t close around him, so unbelievably hard and yet so tantalizingly soft. He moaned at her touch, a wounded sound catching in the back of his throat. She should be afraid of all that hardness within her, so much more than she’d ever taken inside herself before – but she wasn’t. She knew he was right. She was made for him. And he was made for her.
Holding her eyes with his, that same commanding look she’d seen so many times from the orchestra pit, he notched himself at her entrance and pushed just the first few inches inside. Her body stretched for him and she gasped at the pleasant burn. It had never been likethatbefore.
He held himself still, breathing shakily, his forehead pressed to hers. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted. “Are you alright?”
She answered with a kiss. She dug her fingers into his ass, urging him to give her more. “I need all of you,” she said.
“You have all of me, contessa,” he said against her lips as he pushed in another inch. She shuddered around him and his arms shook with the effort to go slow. “Look at us,” he said, glancing down to where her body stretched obscenely around his thick shaft. “Look at how well you take me.”
She looked down the length of her body to where he impaled her, the throbbing length of him disappearing inside her body. And the few inches he hadn’t yet given her. “More,” she panted, rocking her hips up to make her point.
He chuckled and gave her what she asked for, sinking in to the root. She exhaled, a contented sigh. Nothing had ever felt as good as his cock buried inside her. She circled her hips experimentally beneath him, feeling every inch of him fill every inch of her.
Liam groaned, “Slow down, baby. I need a minute or I’m not going to last.”
“This is really happening,” she marveled, dragging her palm over his cheek, his stubble abrading her skin in the most delicious way. “God, Liam, I didn’t know.”
“Know what?” he asked, nipping at her earlobe as he gently slid himself a few inches out and back in, testing the motion.
She threw her head back when his tip pressed into a spot deep within her, one no one had ever touched before. He took advantage of the increased access to trail kisses over her neck. “I didn’t know how badly I needed you inside me,” she said.
Her words shattered his control. All at once, his teeth grazed the column of her throat and he thrust into her hard, his pelvis grinding against her clit as he did.
“God, yes,” she breathed. “Harder.”
Liam cradled her with an arm under her back, his other hand tracing lightly between her breasts, raising goosebumps in its wake, a gentleness and softness completely at odds with the way his cock mercilessly pistoned into her, slowly at first and then harder and faster.
She brought her hips up to meet his over and over, harder and deeper,please God, deeper. With one hand he wound his way down her side and under her hips, hooking her leg over the crook of his elbow and angling her hips with a firm grip untilthere,right there,oh God there. She called out his name, unable to think of anything but the exquisite fullness of him inside her, how she only wanted more, more.
She had never come more than once, and never from penetration, but she felt the edges of another climax closing in every time his pelvis ground against her clit and she nearly cried in disbelief.
The look in his eyes changed again, drawing her pleasure from her the same way he did the music. Commanding it. She inhaled on his cue watching the familiar look in his eyes, the look that said, “are you with me?” She nodded and buried her face in his neck, stifling her cries with his burning skin and his lemongrass scent.
Harder, deeper,how was there still somewhere deeper?And then, thighs shaking, her body contracting, feeling his every ridge slide within her. He reached between them and his fingers rolled over her sensitive clit as his length stroked her from within, impossibly growing even longer and harder, and then throbbing as it pulled her over the edge with him, until they both cried out. He clutched her to him as the new wave crashed, pulling them both under and washing her with light and joy and so much pleasure she didn’t know how she’d ever existed without it.
Liam collapsed on her, the weight of his body on top of hers slowly bringing her back to sensations beyond the feel of him still inside her. He kissed her softly. “My contessa,” he said, wonder in his voice, as he ran the tip of his nose along her jaw.
Slowly, he moved off of her. Min bit her lip to stifle the whimper at the loss of him. She would never feel whole again without him inside her.
Liam pulled her tight against his chest, her cheek pressed to his heart. She was already desperate for him again, to feel the fullness that only he could give her, the perfect pressure of taking him as far within herself as he could go. She hadn’t known that sex could be like that – joyful and primal, like a linking of souls, like worship, not just two people chasing their own orgasms. She was satisfied beyond words but her hunger for him had only grown.Insatiable.He’s made me insatiable. How could she ever be happy with anyone else again?
Chapter Twenty-one
They stayed in bed for hours, a tangled heap of limbs, savoring each other’s nakedness, too high on the novelty of his skin on hers to sleep, even as time crept into the early hours of morning. Min lost count of how many times the gentle caressing turned frantic, how many times he stiffened beneath her touch and they came with each other’s names on their lips. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, the rough hair on his thighs, the flex of his muscled arms as they pulled her to him. She traced her fingers over the scar from his appendectomy, followed the lines of black and grey ink on his bicep, and marveled that she was really there with him.
“What are you thinking?” Liam asked as she swirled her fingers over the sparse patch of hair on his chest, drawing imaginary G-clefs on his skin.
“That I don’t want this night to end.” Because eventually he would realize she wasn’t as wonderful as he imagined her to be. He’d realize he could do better, find someone prettier, thinner, better matched to his perfection. Because at some point, he was going to change his mind and push her away and she didn’t think her heart could handle that, not now that she knew how it felt to be with him like this. Not when she knew the look in his eyes when he was overcome with pleasure, the taste of herself on his lips.
For the first time all night, she was suddenly very aware that Liam was her professor, that he was so much older and more experienced than she. That he was so far out of her league.
He tilted her chin towards him, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Hey,” he searched her eyes, already glossing over with unshed tears. “What is it?”
She couldn’t find the words to say how foolish she felt to have let herself believe, even for a minute, that she could keep him, that she could ever be more to him than a secret fling. The longer he looked at her, his eyes so kind and concerned, the more she could feel the tears forming, the familiar sting in her nose.
