Page 16 of The Mood Board

He worked in slow circles, then stroked, then slow circles again, dipping ever so slightly into the warm folds inside, working the silky fabric across the sensitive nub and nerve endings.

This. This was what I needed to help me forget myself for a while. I needed to sink into this mind-numbing pleasure to quiet what I couldn’t.

Janelle would be able to control herself.

My eyes, which had closed, flew open as the small voice in the back of my mind whispered to me.

I realized Liam had been watching me, no doubt enjoying his effect on me. But his grin faded slightly.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I replied, slightly out of breath. “Having trouble concentrating.”

“Just relax,” Liam murmured, his mouth finding the place where my neck met my shoulder to nibble and swirl his tongue. With his other hand, he brushed at my erect nipple through the fabric of my bra. I whimpered this time, letting go in place of the sudden waves of pleasure.

My body was already quivering, my insides churning with desire and need in anticipation of what was to come.

“You’re so wet,” Liam murmured against my skin, his tongue lapping and swirling at my nipple, still encased in lace, before he blew on the wet spot, and I shivered against him at the sensation.

I was wet—I could feel it between my legs, the moist heat, the spot in my underwear as Liam continued to work me into a frenzy.

When he finally tugged my underwear aside and dipped his finger into my waiting warmth, I cried out, nearly losing it. But Liam wasn’t going to let it end that easily. Instead, his ministrations nearly stopped for a breath before he started again, and I realized he was trying to drive me to the point of release, only to push me close again and back off.

The thought itself nearly sent me over the edge.

My hips began moving against his hand, almost of their own volition. Every nerve ending felt a thousand times more sensitive as he dipped, swirled, tickled, and crooked his finger to stroke the sensitive walls. Until I was so entirely wrapped up in the sparks and fire and desire I could barely take it anymore.

“Please. Please let me finish.” The words were a breathy whisper, the only sound I could get past my tightly tingling chest.

“Be patient” came the reply.

It was all I could do not to take his hand and grind against it, moving until I found the release I was so desperate for.

With Liam’s free hand, he unhooked my bra, and it fell away to reveal hard, aching nipples that grew even harder as the air hit them. He took one nipple into his mouth, tongue lapping and swirling at the pebbled surface. He had already added another finger to the one working me, and his thumb moved up to play with my clit.

My orgasm came out of nowhere, striking me so hard I nearly screamed. Wave upon wave hit me until I collapsed against his chest, entirely out of breath, my body still shuddering.

“Good?” he asked, holding me close as I floated down.

I could only nod, grateful for the post-orgasmic haze that had finally quieted my mind.

“You ready to go to sleep?” he asked, the words soft in my ear.

I sat back, surprised.

“What about you?”

There was no way to miss the bulge in his pants.

“This was for you.” He smiled softly and brushed hair away from my face. “You’ve been stressed.”

Shaking my head, I ran a finger over his erection. He swallowed, his arms tightening around me in reaction. “This week has been a lot,” I replied, “for both of us.”

“Are you sure?”

I was already aching to feel him inside me, my heart rate picking up speed again. My answer was to reach between us and grasp his cock, smiling at his intake of breath.

Slipping from his lap, I gave Liam only enough time to take off his pants and underwear, slipping my sopping panties off before I was back on him.