Page 38 of The Contract Marriage

I flush. I picked a white lacy thong that looked particularly fetching this morning. Although I didn’t admit it to myself at the time, I was dressing for him, imagining how his face would flush with desire when he saw me in nothing but the underwear.

And his reaction couldn’t make me happier. His finger slips under the thin strip and touches my hot, dripping core. He groans. “Already so wet.”

“For you,” I whisper, ready to have him glide into me.

Instead, he presses his lips to my slit, sending a jolt of electric bliss along my spine.

“Liam—”

He pushes aside the thong and pulls my pulsing clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks over the swollen flesh. I tunnel my fingers into his hair, gripping hard. My hands shake, and twin desires to push his face down harder and push him away wage a war inside me.

“This isn’t necessary,” I rasp.

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m already wet and ready.”

“I’m not.”

I jerk my head up, glaring at him. I didn’t imagine his erection. But he’s already ripped the thong and started to suck on my clit.

Chapter Fifteen

Liam

A breath shudders through Olivia as she drops her head back on the bed. She’s insane if she thinks I’m going to rush this after waiting twelve years. She tastes so good, her flesh quivering under the onslaught.

I don’t just want to be inside her. I want to savor her orgasms on my tongue. I want every moment between us to push her closer to wanting a forever with me.

Her fingers leave my hair, then grip the sheets, twisting them. She braces her feet on the mattress and rocks her hips.

Yes, love, yes.

I shift so my tongue is over her heated pussy. It drips honey, and I lap it up, refusing to waste a drop. Exhilaration over finally having the woman I’ve loved for twelve years in my bed feels like my own personal lightning, sending jolt after jolt through me. Keeping my mouth on her flesh, I push a finger inside her. She immediately tightens around it.

My dick throbs until it hurts. I move the finger in and out, my mind screaming that I could be enveloped in her hot depths right now, feel her all along my shaft without anything in the way, and fill her with my cum until she’s glowing with my baby inside her.

Fuck. I almost came at the notion. Can’t lose control like this. I want to show her sex isn’t just about procreating but happiness and intimacy too.

She says she only wants a baby, and then she’ll leave. She retreats every time after taking a step forward. I want her to lose herself and stop retreating. I want her to seek pleasure because it makes her feel good, not because she just wants to get pregnant.

Holding on to what remains of my restraint, I push another finger inside her and feel the slickness until I find a small bump at the tip of my middle finger. I stroke it and she throws her head back, a piercing scream tearing from her throat. I thrust them in and out of her while my mouth stays busy teasing her clit.

Tension builds inside her as abruptly and quickly as a tornado. She grips my head again, and rocks against my face, utterly lost in pleasure, her back arching at an impossible angle as she shrieks her orgasm.

Sharp triumph floods my veins, heating my blood until I’m shaking. Air saws in and out of her. She struggles to breathe, her body trembling from the aftermath.

But I don’t want her to come all the way to earth. Stay in heaven a little longer, love.

I drive three fingers into her. She presses her legs together, but I push her thigh away with my free hand.

“Liam,” she whimpers. Her unsteady voice betrays her indecision. She wants me to fuck her hard and get her pregnant. But I don’t want our wedding night to be just about making babies. I want this to be about making her feel good. I want her to feel married—like Mrs. Liam Kingswood, the only woman in the world entitled to my name, wealth and protection.

I push her higher and harder, this time with more focus. Her fingers tighten until my scalp is prickling. I suck her clit harder while her muscles spasm around my fingers, and she cries out in another climax.

“Can’t…” she moans. “My clit… it’s too much.”

I let her have a reprieve. “Love, a woman can come all night long, no problem, as long as the partner is willing and capable.”