“Touch your breasts,” I say, and she sits up a bit straighter to take them into her hands. “Fuck, you’re something.”
Her lids fall shut, and I go back to giving her what she needs, what we both need, because I swear I need to pleasure this woman more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire fucking life.
Why the fuck isn’t that scaring me?
8
Harper
I can barely catch my breath, let alone think or even see straight as the man between my legs puts his finger inside me, stroking deeply, thoroughly, his deft tongue ravaging my swollen clit.
“My God, Liam,” I cry out, and every time I say his name, moan, or show him how much I’m enjoying it, it seems to drive him to more, like my pleasure is paramount, and I have to say, I’ve not been with many men, but this is the first time a guy has really brought his A-game, and wanted to put me first.
A girl could get used to this, but we both agreed to one night and I straight up told him I couldn’t do more. Not that he wanted more, but I just needed for us to both be in the same head space. Sex and relationships are two very different things.
He inserts another finger and all thoughts dissipate as pleasure grows, spreads, and overtakes my entire body. A keening sound catches in my throat and I’m sure I can hear mumbled curses as I completely let go, focusing on nothing but the pleasure peaking and breaking between my legs. More curses reach my ears as I rake my hands through his mess of hair and shamelessly hold him to me, buck against his face even—God, this is so not like me—as I come and come and come some more.
My spasms finally die down, and his head lifts. A small smile touches his mouth, but he’s no more in control of himself than I am. He might be pretending he’s all cool and collected, but his body is shaking, his breathing shallow, his cock rock hard, raring to go. I like that I can do this to him, although I’m not more special than any other woman he’s been with, no matter what he says. He’s a red-blooded male in his prime, and a raging hockey player at that. Fucking is their number one hobby. Nevertheless, the last time I orgasmed with such ferociousness was…never.
He falls over my body, his cock pressing hard against my thigh. “I love the taste of you,” he says and buries his mouth in the crook of my neck, the wetness on his face dampening my skin. His breath is fiery hot against my flesh, scorching me from the inside out. I slide my hands around his back and take pleasure in his rippling muscles.
His mouth finds mine, and his kiss is hungry, filled with raw need, and I might have just orgasmed, but another round of heat races through me, bringing arousal with it.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he answers, his rough and raspy voice raking over my skin and bringing a deeper need to my body.
He moves me, positioning me in his bed, and then reaches into his nightstand to pull out a condom. Nice and easy access that makes me think of how many women he’s had here before.
Nope, not going to do it.
Instead of thinking about such foolishness, I look at his taut, perfect backside as he shifts and shuts the nightstand drawer. He rips into the condom packet with his teeth, and while some may think it’s coarse and crude, it kind of turns me on all the more. Weirdo much?
But I really just don’t care. Liam is so easy to be around, so easy to be myself with. He removes the condom from the packet and groans as he sheathes himself, and I just lay there, shaking with excitement, so ready for this. It’s a bit shocking, actually. I really don’t know him, and yet I’m entrusting him with my son, and my body.
He strokes himself and I watch on with fascination at how uninhibited he is. Everything about this man tears at the layers protecting me and peels away my inhibitions. I’m never so open in the bedroom, and it’s such a shame.
His mouth finds mine as he falls over me, his big body spreading my legs as he eases himself in between my thighs. I widen for him as my heart crashes against my chest. I’m about to tell him to be gentle, that it’s been so long, when he smooths my hair from my face, and meets my eyes.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he asks, the tender understanding in his voice bringing a lump to my face.
“Yes,” I say honestly. “Been too busy with life, and my son.”
“I know.” He presses his lips to mine, and kisses me softly, slowly, as his crown breaches my opening, spreading me a little at a time. I wrap my legs around him, and he gives a tortured moan. “Trying to go slow here, Harper. That’s not helping.”
I chuckle, a breathy, needy laugh that curls around us. “Sorry. Not sorry.”
He gives me another inch and my moan deepens. “You feel so good, Harper.”
My sex muscles clench as he pushes into me, so agonizingly slow that I’m sure I’m about to combust. He stretches me in the most glorious ways. My body gives way to his, our fit so perfect it shocks me. I lift my hips to help him along, letting him know I can take all of him and that I needed every inch five minutes ago.
“Fuck me,” he growls, and with one hard thrust fills me completely. Breath leaves my lungs as he pushes against my cervix, and a strange, new kind of pleasure takes hold. “You good?” he asks, slowing to check up on me, and I love his selflessness. He might be
