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His fingers kneed into my hips while he explores my folds with his tongue, alternating between dragging the flat surface of his tongue across me, and skillfully flicking with the tip, hitting all the right places to make my stomach quiver and my thighs shake.
I grab onto the armrest above his head as my eyelids clench tight and my eyes roll back.
Hot tendrils snake up my spine when his tongue swirls around my clit. A cry of pleasure drops from my mouth and I rock myself against him, pushing into the pressure, wanting more of his tongue.
“I love this pussy, Zoey,” he says, the movement of his lips and the vibration of his voice only adding to the stimulation that’s slowly driving me to the edge. “I’ll never fucking get enough of it.”
I feel a pressure growing at the base of my spine, the first hints of a climax that I know is going to shatter my world. The tension only gets tighter when I open my eyes and look down to see Liam’s eyes closed, obviously relishing eating me, the lower half of his face slick and wet with my arousal.
“It’s incredible, Liam,” I moan, “so fucking good …”
His hands leave my hips and thrust up under my sweater. They delve under the cups of my bra and find my tits. He captures the tight pebbles between his rough thumb and index finger and tweaks them gently.
The sensation heightens the pleasure his mouth is giving me, and I start to feel a white-hot bliss unfurling deep and low in my core. Finally, his tongue circles my clit before slanting against it in just the perfect way, and I fall over the edge.
I buck my hips forward as an orgasm unleashes inside me, tremors of pleasure rocking me to my core as Liam continues to lap at me, making the waves of bliss crest higher and crash against me harder as he drinks up everything I have to offer him.
Once my muscles relax, I let myself lean against the backrest of the couch, resting my weight on Liam’s chest. My cheeks redden when I see what a mess my orgasm made, coating his mouth with my juices.
Liam lifts his head up, deep satisfaction in his eyes. He slowly drags his tongue around his lips, drinking up my wetness. “Fuck, baby. You came so fucking hard. I can’t tell you how hot that was.”
A smile rises to my lips, my cheeks still red, but now not with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he says, his tongue still swirling around his mouth like he’s seeking out and savoring as much of my arousal as he can.
I close my eyes for a moment, letting myself luxuriate in the post-orgasm euphoria. My thighs are a little sore, and my clit still throbs from the intensity of my climax, but both feelings are incredibly satisfying.
Even though we both just ate a real meal, my stomach rumbles again. Who knew that having a mind-bending orgasm could work up such an appetite?
I open my eyes to see Liam’s gaze still burning on me appreciatively.
“How about that cake now?” I ask.
Liam chuckles. “Sounds good.” Then, he adds with that cute anxiousness he had earlier while explaining the presents he got me, “It’s chocolate with vanilla frosting. I wasn’t sure if you …”
I cock an eyebrow and ask in the most disappointed, revolted voice I can muster, “Vanilla frosting?”
His expression shatters, his brow furrowing and his lips tugging down into a frown. “You don’t like it? Shit, I should’ve asked you, or your roommate, or someone. We can get another—”
He’s so freaking adorable wanting to make sure he got everything right for my birthday, I couldn’t possibly keep teasing him like this. My laughter cuts him off and I shake my head back and forth vigorously.
“Vanilla frosting is perfect. I was just teasing. Sorry,” I frown, “I really couldn’t resist.”
An impressed grin overtakes the look of worry on his face. He gathers me up in his arms and stands up from the couch, easily hoisting me with him.
Before setting me down to put my pants back on, he rasps hotly in my ear, “I’m going to make you pay for that later tonight.”
27
LIAM
My eyes flutter open as the lines of sun that filter through Zoey’s blinds land on my eyelids.
If you told me I died and this is what waking up in heaven feels like, I’d believe you.
We’re in Zoey’s bed, the warmth of our bodies making it perfectly toasty under the covers, even though there’s still a crisp chill in the air of her room. She’s snuggled against me, strands of her soft, sleek, black hair splayed over my chest and my shoulder. Her soft, rhythmic breaths caress my side while she sleeps.
I feel her nude body pressed against me under the covers, the swell of her perfect tits pressing against my side, her warm core pressed against my hip, her lithe leg tangled with mine.
