“I want you to make me come,” I demand in a breathy voice. “Then for you to come on my tits.”
His heavy lids nearly close in arousal at the thought of marking me with his cum.
It is still a first for us.
Liam's body jolts under me as he begins to work himself faster, rougher. I lie back, focusing on his fingers and tongue, knowing I won’t miss getting to see him come.
We’re lost in a tangled mess of pleasure and moans. With his new determination and ability to follow my directions, it doesn’t take long for Liam to build me up to an orgasm.
Holding his head, I press my pussy harder against his face. He stops stroking himself and uses his free hand to grab my breast. Roughly, he grips me and presses down on my clit with his fingers.
“Yes, Liam!” I scream. His name turns into a chant as I ride out my orgasm against his mouth. “Liam, Liam, Liam!”
It ends on a loud, drawn out whimper. My body goes taut and my cries last as long as the climax does.
Liam drops his hand from my clit, using it to pull my thighs further apart. His tongue continues to lap at my mess.
Weakly, I pull myself onto one of my elbows and brush my hand through his hair. When I reach the crown of his head, I tighten my grip. He looks drunk—completely intoxicated by me and pushing out of my hold for the next round.
“Greedy boy,” I murmur and pull his head back.
With a wolfish grin, he crawls over my body. “I wasn’t done.”
I shake my head and tug him further up my body. Once he starts moving into a kneeling position over my stomach, I remind him, “What about what I want?”
Liam starts to slowly fuck his hand with a tight grip. There’s more friction than he needs. I’m about to point him to the bedside table for lube when he reaches between my legs. I open for him without question and he swipes his fingers through my wet pussy. I’m soaking, ready for round two, just from the sight of him. His hand comes back sticky from my mess.
He uses it to stroke his cock and whimpers again. It’s so pathetic that I can’t stop myself from reaching up and pumping his length; I need to hear that sound again and again. His hands fall to his sides as he gives me control.
The quiet, desperate noise falls from Liam’s lips, blessing my ears. “Ah, fuck, Calypso—fuck.”
One of his hands lands next to my head, catching himself from collapsing over me. He hasn’t even come yet, and he’s already falling apart in my hands.
“I wish I was inside of you,” he says and I pump his length harder. “Fuck, you’d be stretched around my dick and still demanding more.”
My chest heaves at the thought of being on top of him—of taking his length all at once. I’m also a little amused by his choice to say demanding rather than begging.
It’s true. And it’s further confirmation that Liam loves when I’m bossy with him.
His body tenses and his moves turn more erratic.
“Fuck dinner,” he grunts. “Maybe I should stay here.”
I work his cock faster and harder. My other hand moves between his thighs and squeezes his balls, and I’m rewarded with a small spurt of precum on his tip.
“You’re not canceling,” I say, letting one finger slip further back. “But you are going to come.”
My middle finger presses against his back hole, adding pressure, but not enough to push inside. Liam slams a hand against the mattress, letting out rough, carnal grunts as he thrusts against my hands.
“And you’re going to do it all over my tits.” I tighten my hold. “I might even let you clean it after.”
His eyes slam shut and his hips falter, positioning himself to explode everywhere I told him to. Hot strings of his arousal land on my sensitive skin, each one making me wetter than the last.
Liam was right—quick wouldnothave cut it tonight.
He stares down at me while catching his breath. Slowly, his gaze drags down to my breasts before moving back up, a silent question there.
He’s still crouched over me, so my hands run up his sides and grab the back of his neck. I pull him down and he takes my nipple into his mouth.
