“Me neither,” I whisper.
The two words slip out but I don’t take them back.
His eyelids shutter, neither of us realizing how important that was to him.
“I don’t need to fuck you to make you feel good,” he promises.
Appreciating that he doesn’t hold onto the heavy emotions, I smile down at him.
“Is that so?” I bite my lip and slip one of my legs over his shoulder. The movement pulls his head closer, only inches from my pussy now. Liam watches as I circle my clit and let out a breathy whimper. With my foot, I push his shoulder away when he tries to lean in to get a taste. Spreading my other leg open, I slide the toy up my thigh, still wet from my arousal. “Are you sure you don’t need a reminder? I can give you a demonstration.”
He snatches the toy out of my hand. “Fuck no.” Instead of throwing it, or turning it off, he positions it against my clit at a new angle and adds more pressure.
Even the vibrator feels better in his hands.
With a calloused hand on the back of my thigh, Liam kisses the inside of my knee before he licks a long line up my thigh. “I’ve relied on my memories,” he murmurs againstmy skin. “I’m realizing they weren’t shit compared to the real thing—to being here with you.”
Leaning up on my elbows, I look down at him. “Liam…”
My words trail off at the desperation in his expression. He’s the perfect image of a man bowing before a goddess—worshipping her.
“Be a good boy, baby,” I say in a low, seductive tone and roughly pull his head. “Make me come.”
A guttural groan of pleasure pulls from his throat as his head moves to my center. His hum of approval vibrates through my body at his first taste of me.
“Jesus fuck, honey,” he groans. His hand slips around my thigh to hold me in place. “You taste so damn good.”
I preen at the compliment and drop one of my hands to interlace with his fingers digging into my skin. My other hand is playing with my tit, still thinking about Liam’s mouth there. His tongue focuses on my slit, lapping up every drop of arousal.
The thing that can really make or break how well a man eats pussy is how muchheenjoys it.
Liam’s tongue slides into my channel and I clench around him. It makes him feral and he fucks me with his tongue. The rose toy sucks and vibrates against my clit, soaking Liam’s beard as he laps up my arousal. I grab onto his hair, using it as leverage to twirl my hips against his face.
“Your pussy is so fucking desperate for me,” he murmurs against my center. “You might not say it, but your body tells me everything I need to know. How much you need me—fuckingcraveme—as much as I do you. Isn’t that right?”
Yes. Yes.Yes.
I slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my moans and confessions.
Liam throws the toy to the side before going back to eating my pussy like a starved man. He alternates betweenviciously rubbing my clit and using three fingers to fuck me, using his tongue to lap up my mess.
He’s lost most of his sense and is fueled by carnal desire now.
It’s a heady fucking feeling to have this big, protective man on his knees and feral for me.
“Liam, oh my G—” I moan, arching off the bed when he bites on my pussy lip. Not hard enough to hurt but it lights me on fire.
He does the same to the other side before going back to fucking me with his tongue. The lingering sting is similar to a slap, something I didn’t think I would like. Something I don’t think I would have allowed with anyone other than Liam.
“Are you—” I’m cut off by my own loud moan. “Are you touching yourself?”
His other hand dropped off my leg and hasn’t returned. I’m greedy for his touch but there’s something else I want more…
“Yes,” he says against my pussy before going back to licking me.
I tighten my grip in his hair. He doesn’t stop but he looks up at me, giving me his attention.
Having his heated blue eyes on me while he devours my pussy is even more erotic. It takes me a second to find my words when I’m so lost in his strong presence.
