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“My favourite meal.” He dives forwards and licks through my slit, groaning when he tastes me. “You taste like honey. So fucking sweet.” My whole body opens for him as he sends rockets through my veins. He softly bites the bundle of nerves begging for his attention and my hips buck, desperate for more.
I thread my fingers through his hair, and he looks up at me, lips glistening with my arousal. “Ride my face and scream my name, baby. Take what you need.”
“Oh, fuck.” My jaw goes slack at his words. I can’t control the noises coming out of me, the same way I can’t control the way I grab his hair and hold him right where I need him.
He makes good on his promise and eats me like I really am his favourite meal. The kind where you’d lick the plate, not wasting a drop and God, does the man know how to clean his plate.
“Who do you belong to?” He looks up at me, pushing a finger inside me, making me gasp at his intrusion. “What was that, baby? I didn’t catch it.” He pushes a second finger in and my back curves, my body sucking him deeper.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” He works his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm that makes my toes curl. Each movement rubs deliciously against my G-spot, making my legs shake as I slowly lose control.
“You… fuck… I belong to you.” I force out between pants.
His head dips back between my thighs and he barely touches me again before my world shatters around me. Birds fly around my head, fucking singing, becauseJesus, Liam, can seriously worship on his knees.
He removes his fingers, stands, but not before he kisses a trail up my thigh, nips my hip, reigniting my need for him. He moves all the way to my neck, never letting his hands wander away from touching me.
“I fucking love your noises you make.” He lets me down, stepping back slightly. Wrapping his hand around his now engorged length, smearing my arousal still on his fingers, all over himself as he thrusts into his hand a few times, his head rolling backwards in pleasure. He is a sight to be seen; all rippling muscles in his arm as he moves his hand from base to tip, precum collecting on his head.Good fucking God alive.
“On your knees, Scotty. You made me dirty, lick me clean.”
I look at him with heavy eyes. “Say please.”
His eyes hood as I wrap my hand around his cock, still standing in front of him. His breath shudders as I tease him by breathing on his chest, licking his nipple one by one but never giving him what he so desperately wants.
“Fuck this,” he growls. Watching that rubber band of control snap for someone like Liam, who is always so gentle and sweet,does thingsto me.
In a split second he’s turned my whole body around, “Hands on the wall, now,” he growls, his cock resting between my cheeks making me flood with desire again. As soon as my palms connect with the slippery tiles, he’s bent me over and thrusts inside of me, filling me to the hilt. A sharp slap on my arse makes my knees weak.
Fucking hell.My body sings under his control.
His fingers grip my hips, enough to leave a mark, but the pain and pleasure is everything we both need. He moves inside me at a piston pace, taking no prisoners. One of his hands brushes up my body, pinching my nipple on the ascent, pulling me upwards against his body. His hand settles around my neck, my pulse thrumming under his touch as he tightens his grip, taking away my air, my whole-body purrs under his touch. The heat of the water thrashes against my back, making me feel delirious, like an awakening, a baptism of him, of us.
“Harder,” I beg, forcing the words out as he grips my neck.
Liam grunts, slamming into me. It’s wild and animalistic, and I fucking love it. My body gives in to his touch as my fingers ghost his hand wrapped around my throat. My vision blurs, my body goes numb just as my orgasm devours my entire being, pushing me into ecstasy with a hard shove. Liam releases my neck as I slap my hands onto the wet wall in front of us, steadying my wobbling legs, and comes with me, slamming me hard, then stilling inside of me with a guttural groan. I have never felt so full of him, of us, of everything we needed and took together.
34
Liam
ThetopoftheArc de Triomphe isn’t the highest point in Paris by a long shot, but it’s spectacular, especially on a day like today. The sky stretches out above us like a clear, endless blanket of blue; not a single cloud blemishing it. Paris is laid out at our feet, twelve roads all starburst out in every direction; everywhere we turn we’re greeted with French history and coffee-stained buildings that hold the test of time. Whilst below us, traffic hustles with no idea how we are marvelling at their city.
“The Eiffel Tower isn’t as big as I thought it would be. It looks like a little toy version of itself from here.”
“That’s usually how distance works,” I tease.
She playfully taps my chest as I pull her into a kiss. “Also, why was the Mona Lisa so tiny? How did I not know that?”
I laugh against her, my shoulders bouncing up and down. “It was pretty small, especially for a small person like you.”
“Not all of us can be giants, you know.” She pouts, barely reaching the top of my chest when she rests her chin against me, her hair softly blowing around her face.
“I like you tiny. Means I can throw you around and put you in my pocket.”
“The feminist in me hates that… but also I love it,” she beams. “Can we stop for coffee and ice cream?” She points towards a little café on the corner of the cobbled street below us, before twirling to meet my eyes again, her mid-length skirt flowing around her. “Maybe they’ll even have milkshakes.” I’m mesmerised by the way the peeking sun makes her eyes twinkle that little bit more, as though she’s lit from within.
“Sure.” I smile in reply, leading her back down towards the café.
