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The feeling doesn’t last long, though. Strolling through the crunchy snow on this beautiful winter night is such a high that it would take a lot more to bring me down.
“Where are we going?” I ask after a couple minutes of aimlessly strolling, letting my eyes drink up the lovely scene of the snow falling in the amber-hued atmosphere provided by the lights.
Liam laughs next to me. “I’m not sure. I just got so caught up in enjoying the snow I forgot we were even going to eat.”
The rumble that I hear from his stomach lets me know that fact is suddenly back at the top of his mind, though; and my stomach responds in kind.
“How about ramen?” he asks. “There’s this new place a couple blocks up I’ve been wanting to try.”
My mouth waters. “Sounds perfect.”
* * *
My tummy isfull and satisfied when we get back to my apartment. The ramen was so good, and the restaurant was so cute, with wood-paneled walls and wooden tables. It was the perfect, hot, soupy meal to have on a freezing cold night while the snow comes down.
As warm as it was, it’s still cold enough outside to make my lips chap and to make my cheeks lose feeling from the chill. When we’re back in my apartment, the warmth of inside feels like a tight and welcome hug.
“Feel how cold I am.” I grab Liam’s hand and bring the back of it up to my cheek. I have no idea how his hands are still so warm when he wasn’t even wearing gloves outside. The muscles he carries on his body must make his metabolism like a nuclear reactor.
“Let me warm you up,” he says. He frames my face with his hands, warming up my skin, and then he warms up my insides when he presses a deep kiss to my lips.
My fingertips tingle as I grab hold of his jacket. He dips his shoulders so that I can slide it off his long, muscular arms. The jacket falls to the floor behind him, and I warm my cold-nipped hands my running them up under the sleeves of his sweater, caressing his thick, corded forearms.
“I know it’s your birthday,” he says, “but I wonder if I can askyoufor a present?”
I laugh. “A present?”
“Mhm.”
“Anything your heart desires,” I sing.
Raw desire blazes in his emerald green eyes. “I want you to sit on my face and ride my mouth with your gorgeous pink pussy until you come all over me.”
Intense want detonates in my chest. Heat rushes between my thighs, making me forget all about the cold outside. Fire licks at the base of my spine as my core clenches, an ache of anticipation throbbing within me.
“It would be my pleasure,” I say, feeling bolder, more sexually confident than ever before. I grab a tangled fistful of his sweater and push him down on the coach.
Fire blazes in his eyes at my show of initiative. With one tug, he pulls off his sweater, exposing the hard lines and solid planes of his immaculately sculpted body. His Adonis belt that points tantalizingly below his waist, his sculpted abs, his carved obliques, his massive chest. It’s a sight I could never get tired of seeing, not in a hundred years, not in a thousand.
“Pants off,” he instructs.
I’m only too happy to oblige. I unbutton my pants and wiggle my hips while sliding them, along with my now drenched panties, down my legs. Liam’s eyes go wide as he watches the exaggerated sway of my hips.
“Come here,” he commands. “And keep your sweater on. I don’t want you to get cold.”
My chest swells from his concern, while at the same time my core tightens at the voracious hunger in his eyes. Liam lays himself on the couch, his head resting flat just below the armrest. His legs dangle off the opposite armrest because he’s so tall.
I settle over him. His hot breath caresses my exposed, slick opening, the feeling sending a tremor through me. His light but rough stubble tickles my sensitive inner thighs. It’s a sensation I never would have imagined feels as good as it does.
His hands grip my hips, and it feels like my skin sizzles where the rough pads of his fingers press. My whole body is buzzing with intensity, my wet center throbbing with need. My clit is a tight nub. It feels so incredibly sensitive, even the light gusts of his breath causing my body to prickle with pleasure, that I think I could come from the very first deft flick of his tongue.
“Come here,” he growls.
He tugs me down, closer to his mouth, and pleasure roars through my body as his tongue traces the length of my opening.
I gasp, letting out the breath in a jagged, whining sigh.
“Fuck, baby” he groans, “you taste so fucking good.”
