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“Promise me,” he breathed, voice ragged with want. “If you feel faint at all, tell me and we will stop—”
Diane nearly sat up at the suggestion. She didn’t want promises of being treated too carefully, like she couldn’t handle being ravished. “I don’t want this to stop—”
“We will pause,” Liam amended, “Just long enough for you to steady yourself. You know your limits better than I do.”
Diane sighed, though she couldn’t help but smile. When he put it like that, his concern was warming, rather than smothering. “Fine. Only because I want to be conscious for all of it.”
When he finally settled himself back at the crux of her legs, he held her gaze. His tongue darted out, tasting her briefly, parting her with his tongue. Her hips jerked at the hot slick feel of it, and she had to bite back a moan.
“Oh, here, right here,” she managed to say, when he pulled back to breathe, her fingers delving into her folds, spreading herself for him to see. She couldn’t help but start to rub her clit as his breath ghosted over her cunt.
He understood her meaning by the way a moan escaped her and her breath hitched with each circle over it.
His tongue took to the little bud of flesh, flicking over it mercilessly, barely sparing her a second between each gasp he elicited from her. He settled closer to her, curling an arm around her leg, the other dipping out of sight, under the bed.
She craned her neck, and after a moment, watching his face and the movement of his arm, realized that he was touching himself as he tasted her.
A current of pleasure pushed through her at that, and she gripped a handful of his hair.
“Liam, Liam, right there,” she managed to say, his tongue continuing against her even quicker. In hardly a moment she fell back on her elbows, gasping for breath with a cry, a wave of heat passing over her with a release that seemed to echo through each of her muscles.
For several moments, all she could do was lay there, until the last few twitches of her climax were subsiding.
When her eyes could focus again, she found Liam still knelt before her, his eyes dark with heat and want, his hand drawing slow strokes against his cock, hard and flushed.
She wasn’t nearly done with him yet.
Diane could feel every inch of space left between them as she cut through it, guiding him up onto the bed with her hand, pulling him into a kiss, tasting herself on his mouth.
His body hung over hers, until she curled a leg around his waist and rolled his weight onto the bed beside her.
Liam blinked in surprise, either at her forwardness or that she had managed to flip their positions so easily after being completely knocked out by his tongue’s efforts. She sunk down from her knees, straddling his middle.
She pressed her entire body against his. She put an arm around his neck, sighing against their kiss, "I haven’t had nearly enough of you to satisfy me yet."
Diane pressed deep into the kiss, savoring how Liam’s hands carded through her hair with a deliberation that communicated how long he had waited to do that.
She shifted her hips against his until she felt his cock hard through his trousers beneath the apex of her thighs.
It had been, up until this moment, Diane’s general policy was that whatever could fit comfortably in her mouth could also fit in her for pleasure. Of course that more applied to finding suitably sized vegetables in the kitchen for when she would retire to her room early.
It wasn’t much of an estimation, through layers and simple frotting, but she began to wonder if, in the theoretical case that she had ever imagined the size of his manhood, she had somewhat underestimated.
Liam’s hands drew down her neck, her stomach, through the sheer linen shift. She could feel the twitch and pulse of his cock hard beneath her. He settled for tracing lines along her inner thigh, sometimes along her hip up to her stomach.
“You never answered my question.”
His knuckles grazed the inside of her thighs as he unfastened the front of his trousers, just enough to free his cock from straining against the fabric.
Diane shrugged his question off.
“You cannot marry me just because you think you have to rescue me from my own foolish choices,” she said, her words ending on a sharp gasp as he drew a finger through her, finding her clit again, still over sensitive from her finish.
Her eyes narrowed at Liam. In retaliation, she shifted forwards on her knees, straddled him, rocked her hips her cunny slick against his cock, sliding wet between her lips.
His hips rose to meet hers, his head tilting back with a groan.
He looked up at her, something solemn in his gaze. He knew as well as she that if he wished it, he could walk away tomorrow and escape this ordeal untarnished. He hadn’t been obligated to follow her down this road.
