His palm fell on her ass with a crack and she groaned, leaning into the soothing touch he offered as he rubbed away the sting with the palm of his hand. “Tell me what you want, contessa. What did you think about when you touched yourself these past few nights?” he murmured against her throat, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below her jaw. When she didn’t respond, he spanked her again, relishing the way she gasped and melted into his touch. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want,” he repeated.
“I want you,” she said.
This time he spanked her other ass cheek. “You have me. Try again,” he purred.
“I want…” she whined as he slowed his rhythm even further. “I want…”
“Tell me, baby,” he urged, stroking her clit just once to watch the way she shuddered at the touch. “Tell me and I’ll let you come again.”
Her eyes went wide.Did I go too far?But then her pupils dilated even more, her breathing picking up, and she bit her lip.Apparently not.Another slow stroke of her swollen clit, another shudder, and he waited for her answer, rocking slowly in and out of her and knowing it wasn’t enough for either of them.
“I want… I think I’d like to try… a blindfold?” she whispered.
He smirked and bit her earlobe in reward. “We can do that. What else?”
She looked away and bit her lip again. “I want to watch you in that big mirror in your bathroom while you fuck me.”
He grunted, the speed of his thrusts increasing as he devoured her lips. She was so perfect for him. “What else?” he demanded, dropping his head to suck on her nipples.
She clutched his head to her chest, gasping and her words coming easier now, tumbling out faster and faster to match the increasing speed of his cock driving into her. “I want to crawl under your desk and suck your cock while you teach a class,” she said.
“My little exhibitionist,” he murmured, picturing the scene she painted, imagining how difficult it would be to get through a lecture with her lips stretched around him and how he suddenly wanted nothing more. “What else?”
“I want you to fuck me in public. I want you to make me come where everyone can see, with your hands and your tongue and your cock. I want you to make me come so many times I can’t walk, so many times I make a mess everywhere, and I want everyone to see us.”
He cursed against her breast, and pulled her tighter to his body, their arms clasped around each other. Their lips hovered a fraction of an inch apart, breathing each other’s air in heavy pants.
He thrust harder, faster, hooking one of her legs with his arm and lifting, opening her to him even further until he was buried deeper than ever before, his public bone grinding into her clit. She clenched around him, begging him to come with her this time.
“Fuck. You were made for me,” he groaned.
“And you were made for me,” she panted. “I was built to take your cock.” Her words spurred him on and he cursed as his cock lengthened within her. “Liam, I want to feel you come.”
“You first,” he said as he began rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles until she began spasming in his arms.
Her body gripped him in a frantic pulse as she came, and a moment later, the familiar tingling gathered at the base of his spine and his cock grew so hard it was painful. She was still contracting around him when he started shooting hot ropes of cum into her. She squeezed, milking every last bit from him, greedy for every drop, every tremor, every moan. And when he was done, she wrapped herself around him and kissed him until neither of them could breathe.
He ran the tip of his nose along her jaw. Then, taking her face in his hands so their eyes met, “I love you, Min.”
She bit her lip but it did nothing to conceal her smile. “I love you, too.”
Liam kissed her again, his heart swelling in his chest until he thought it might burst. He loved her more than he had thought was possible, more than he knew was wise, but in that moment he couldn’t care about the voices in the back of his head screaming that this was a mistake. How could he care when he had his perfect woman in his arms and she loved him, too?
Min lifted herself off of him, breaking the kiss, their mingled releases dripping out of her. He gripped her thigh, swiping his thumb through the mess and rubbing it into her skin. “You’re so fucking sexy with my cum running down your legs,” he said.
She placed her hand on top of his and moved it so he was cupping her mound, the heel of his palm pressed to her swollen bud. “I’m glad you think so. Because we’re not done yet,” she said with a smile before heading to his bedroom. Liam chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through his hair as he followed her, his cock already stirring to life again. Talking could wait.
Chapter Twenty-nine
The next morning, Min woke to Liam’s lips on her neck and his hand ghosting over her slit, already wet and ready for him – no matter that they’d fucked for hours the night before. Still emerging from sleep, she raked one hand through his hair and used the other to stroke the hard length of him pressed against her leg. He groaned and moved her hand to his back before resuming his too gentle grazes of her clit.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted. His fingers slowed and she gripped his wrist, holding his hand between her legs. He chuckled. “But don’t stop.”
Liam pulled her nipple between his teeth and she hissed, arching into his mouth. “It never stops, the wanting of you. As soon as I’ve had you, I need you again,” he said, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger. If he kept that up, she was going to come too fast, and she wanted this to last. She wanted to freeze time and spend forever in his bed, creating symphonies with their breath and moans.
“Then take me,” she said.
