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“I love a woman that knows what she wants and goes for it.”
“I love a man that doesn’t wait to be told twice before he does what he needs to do.”
Wherever this boldness is coming from, I’m loving it. It must be the alcohol talking. I’ll probably regret this in the morning but right now, I can only enjoy the moment, the feeling of his warm hand covering mine. The sparks that shoot from our connected palms give me goosebumps. They feel like butterflies dancing across my skin.
“I’ve got a room booked for the night at the hotel next door.” He says, rubbing his thumb along the soft skin above my knuckles.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
* * *
My body is his canvas, as his fingers brush over every inch of me in ways I can't even describe. We’re still in the hallway of the hotel that leads to his room, when he begins worshiping my body with a passion and intensity that makes me shudder. After what seems like an eternity, he stops and looks at me. His eyes are piercing into mine, glinting with the promise of untold ecstasy to come. I see desire, lust, hunger, desperation, and more. “Sorry.” He whispers, “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“It's ok...” My voice is breathy and broken, as if it is trying to find its way out of my throat but fails miserably. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We kiss again and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, his free hand reaching for the doorknob behind me and pushing it open. He carries me inside his room and places me on the bed as I watch the door shut silently behind him. He turns to me once more, leaning down, his lips finding mine in a slow, languid stroke, leaving a trail of wetness behind them from where his mouth made contact with my skin. The streaks of moonlight that filter through the window and the soft lamp in the corner of the room reflect off of his skin. A smile forms on his face, lighting up the space around us.
I feel the tension leave me in waves as he lowers himself onto me slowly, taking control of every movement from my hips to my wrists. He pulls himself away for a moment and I swear I feel every part of me ache for the loss of his touch.
“Can I see you?” His words barely register, only the husky timbre of his voice and his lips brushing my ear as he speaks. The alcohol in my system has left me slightly tipsy. This, coupled with my heightened emotions, make it nearly impossible for me to resist his words. I give him a slight nod as I close my eyes. He removes himself from me slowly, and then I feel him move closer to me again. He raises me gently and his hands snake behind my back, undoing the zipper of my dress, revealing my naked flesh. I shimmy out of the fabric and let it fall past my chest revealing my bare breasts to him. My nipples tingle at the sight of him staring at them greedily.
As he traces his lips along the valley between my breasts, his breath hitches slightly. His tongue flickers against my nipple before he takes the peak into his mouth, sucking it gently into his mouth.
“Damn you are so beautiful.” He growls, nuzzling my breasts with his face. “And you taste even better.”
His tongue swipes over my nipple again, causing goosebumps to run across my arms and legs. My nails dig into the sheets beneath me as he continues to lick and suck my breasts, his slow pace driving me wild with ecstasy. I whimper softly, unable to contain the pleasurable sensations coursing through me. I want to touch him so bad, and I do. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, I pull it apart and push my hands underneath the cotton to caress his strong, lean chest. My fingers continue to explore every arch, every dip and curve. The warmth of his body ignites me and I gasp when his hands cup my butt.
He pushes me deeper into the mattress gently, settling on top of me and hovering above me. He smirks as he sees the flush coloring my cheeks. Our gazes meet again and the hungry heat within him fills the air around us. His fingertips inch their way up my thighs and I almost sob at the feeling.
“How can I please you?” I whisper, wanting nothing more but to make him feel as good as I feel. His eyes darken and he kisses me passionately. My eyes roll backward in their sockets and I lose all sense of reality. His moans fill the air and I hear myself whimpering in response. He stands up, and then pulls me to sit up on the edge of the bed facing him. He undoes the zipper on his jeans and pulls them down, allowing his shaft to spring free.
A gasp escapes me at the sight of his hardening cock, how thick and long it is. I wrap my hands around it instinctively and he groans, pulling me closer to him by the waist. “Touch me.” He whispers in a commanding tone that sends ripples of pleasure all throughout my body. I obey, moving my hands down his length, touching him everywhere until I reach the crown of his penis.
My fingers grasp the base of it lightly as I guide it towards my lips. The head of his dick nudges my teeth. A few more strokes, and I've taken him completely into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it slightly gagging. He grunts with approval and grabs handfuls of my hair, tugging at it gently. I bite down on it lightly causing him to curse beneath his breath. He withdraws his cock from my mouth and replaces it with his lips, kissing me with the same tenderness as he had done with my breasts moments earlier before pulling my head down to his dick again. I take him in further, feeling his tip in the back of my throat. He proceeds to fuck my mouth with his cock. It’s rough, and it’s hot.
There’s no gentleness or patience involved here. All his actions speak of pure need, passion, lust, raw sexual desire. When I finally pull away, breathless and nearly choking, he pulls back as well, looking at me with lustful eyes. He licks his swollen lips quickly before speaking. “That’s some good head. Let me return the favor.”
Before I can reply, he pushes me back on the bed, and in one swift motion pulls down my panties and tosses them aside.
“Fuck.” I hear him mutter under his breath as he moves to kneel in front to me. First his lips, then his fingers work magic against my clit with skilled precision, sending sparks racing across my nerves in a dizzying spiral. In seconds I’m gasping with each sharp jolt of his fingers.
“Tell me how much you want me.” He murmurs, licking me with his tongue. I don’t answer him, and instead I tilt my head back as I cry out loudly with pleasure, arching my back off the bed. His eyes widen at the sound but he doesn’t stop his ministrations.
“Say it. Tell me how badly you want me inside of you.”
“I want you Liam.”
“Louder.” He groans, his fingers buried inside of me.
“I fucking want you so bad, Liam.”
I’ve never been in the bedroom with a man as dominant and powerful as this before—not that I’ve been with too many men—and I have to admit that I'm enjoying it more than I should be. My pussy aches with want and need. I want him deep inside of me. I want to feel his body, his muscles contracting and flexing against mine while he comes undone around me.
“Liam,” I plead quietly as my orgasm builds to an unbearable level. “Please…” I beg, my voice rising to an uncontrollable pitch . I can feel the pressure building up already, my climax edging closer and closer. His fingers work faster and faster inside of me, before he pulls out of me suddenly. One more thrust and I would have exploded.
He lays his hand on my stomach, his finger rubbing soothing circles on the skin, watching me with a smirk on his face. “You feel amazing.” He breathes heavily. “Your walls are nice and tight around my fingers.”
“Please, I need you inside me Liam.”
