Chapter 22 Madison
Madison
The heat of Liam’s lips on my body is everything.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, much less good sex.
This is more. So much more. This is everything I’ve always wanted from every other lover I’ve had, but always seemed just out of reach.
I thought I’d read too many romance novels.
That I wasn’t being realistic. Yeah, that’s not it.
Turns out all you need is the right guy. Liam is definitely the right guy.
He’s wrecking me with every swipe of his tongue, the flutter of every soft kiss, and every nip of his teeth.
I’m so lost in the feel of him, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
The closer he gets to my clit, the higher the fire builds until with one swipe of his tongue, I’m practically levitating off the bed.
I can feel his smile against my skin as he hums his approval.
Then, with tiny licks and nibbles, he’s giving my clit the kind of attention it’s never had before.
I reach for him, fingers grasping the unexpected softness of his hair. I give a little tug, and he moans. It vibrates through my whole body, and I gasp as he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks.
“Liiiiam,” is all I can squeak out as the waves of liquid heat roll over me, driving toward my climax with every pull of his mouth on me. Because I know he won’t stop until I’m there, I relax into the feeling, reveling in every wave of bliss that takes me toward the pinnacle of my arousal.
It’s the nip that sends me over the edge.
A slight scrape of his teeth, a deep pull from his mouth, and I’m sailing into a flood of white-hot pleasure.
My vision blurs and my body shudders with the intensity of it.
It continues like never before because Liam isn’t stopping.
He’s still working my body until the last quake leaves me, and I have to pull away from his tongue, the sensitivity almost painful after the depth of my orgasm.
He moves back up my body, pressing open-mouth kisses to my skin as he goes, causing sweet shivers of contentment as I try to breathe my way back to normal.
The smile on Liam’s face is everything as he comes in for a kiss. Dragging me against him, despite my inability to move. I can taste myself on his tongue, and the kick of heat that I get from that knowledge takes me by surprise.
Liam pulls away from me, rolling over and pulling me to his side. The hard outline of his cock reminds me I need to return the favor. I reach for him, but he grabs my hand, holding it to his chest.
“There’s no rush, Mads. Just let me hold you for now.” My legs are basically noodles at this point, so I just lie back and enjoy the afterglow.
“That was... wow.” I say when I’m finally able to put two words together.
Liam chuckles. He’s not smug, but he’s clearly proud, and that’s valid. He nuzzles the top of my head, kissing me softly. I’ve had some decent orgasms, mostly self-administered, but this one was just so far above the others, I don’t even know what to think.
“I love the way you taste. I could spend all day between your legs, if you’d let me,” he says, voice low and deep.
I’ve never paid much attention to how men talk during sex.
It always seems so nonsensical, but for God’s sake.
The things this man says just push all of my buttons.
So despite that mind-blowing orgasm, his words cause my body to heat with anticipation.
Again. I cannot get enough of this man, and I need more.
I climb up onto his hard chest. The man has a fucking six pack and those V muscles that basically point to his dick.
I plan on spending some time exploring this chest with my mouth.
I want to make this man beg. I give him a hot, wicked smile as I slide my body down on top of his, causing as much contact as possible.
The glide of his hot skin against mine makes him gasp, and my arousal comes roaring back.
Still, I take my time, sliding my lips down the side of his neck, nipping behind his ear and licking at the crook of his neck, listening to his breath quicken.
I want to leave a mark here, so everyone knows he’s mine, but I don’t because I know what the locker room is like.
Moving down to give his chest the proper attention, I breathe in that earthy, piney smell that I’ve loved since high school.
I’m going to give those nipples some attention.
He lets out a deep groan when I pull one into my mouth, and my whole body lights up.
Getting him worked up is really doing it for me, so I spend a significant amount of time pulling as many sexy noises as possible out of him.
“Mmm, you like that.” I say as I pull the other nipple into the mouth and tug lightly with my teeth, before soothing it with my tongue.
I love being with someone who isn’t afraid to be vocal.
My last boyfriend was so strange about making noises.
He was always so concerned about someone hearing us.
It feels so good not to hold back, and it’s such a turn-on that Liam doesn’t either.
“Fuuuck. Mads. You know I do.” He rumbles as I do it again, smiling at his reaction.
I’m enjoying every minute of driving this man crazy.
I love seeing how I affect him. It feels so good to know that I can make him just as crazy as he makes me.
I lick and nip down his stunning abs. Normally I’d spend much more time on them, but tonight I want to taste him.
I’ve been dying to get my mouth on his cock.
I want to see it up close and personal because it’s literally the perfect dick. I prefer guys who are more on the thick side but not too long, because ouch. Liam is just the right size for me. He’s not too thick for me to take him in my mouth. I lick my lips in anticipation.
I glance up at him and notice that he’s watching me with heat and anticipation.
I smile wickedly before leaning down to run my tongue from the base to tip.
The tip glistens with pre-cum. I run my tongue through the slit, lapping it up.
His salty, slightly bitter taste makes me hum with pleasure.
I spend some time making sure that I’ve given his head enough love before I swallow him down almost to the root.
This is not my first rodeo. I know my way around a dick.
His heated gasp is everything, and I continue to bob up and down on his cock, sucking with each movement until he’s panting and gasping.
“Mads. Stop, baby.” I love that he’s gasping for breath and can barely get it out. He’s that affected. It’s such a powerful feeling that almost makes me keep going. He grabs at me with frantic urgency, and I pull off of him with a pop. We are coming back to that because that was fun.
“Jesus, Mads, you’re gonna kill me.” I smirk as I move back up his body.
“That was hands down the hottest blow job ever.” He declares as he pulls me up so he can kiss me again. I love how strong he is. He just manhandles me around the bed. It’s like a shot of lust every time he does it.
“I need you, Mads.” That last comes out so low and deep it reverberates through my whole body with a flash of liquid heat.
“Oh God, yes. Need you to fuck me.” Because there is nothing I want more than the feel of him inside me. The need I have for him is on another level. It’s never felt like this before, and I just need more.
His eyes are so intense when he slides inside me, I almost look away. The stretch feels unbelievably good as his cock as he pushes forward until the fullness is just shy of too much.
“Okay?” he asks against the shell of my ear.
“So good.”
“Fuck. I knew you’d feel this good. Then he’s moving, slowly at first, so I can feel every inch of him as he slides out and back in.
He’s right. This is so, so good. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm that works.
He Every thrust stokes the heat building in my core, spiraling out to the rest of my body, taking me closer to yet another climax.
I love the feel of his muscles moving beneath my hands as he moves, pumping in and out of me, breathing getting heavier.
“Harder.” I can barely get it out, but he snaps his hips at my request. His speed increases, and the sound of his body slapping against mine is obscene and so hot.
“Fuck. So good. So tight. Not gonna last.” His breath is hot and heavy against the side of my face.
His muscles tense as he tries to hold back.
Is he waiting for me to come first? Jesus, that’s sweet.
Most guys don’t even care when they’ve gotten to this point.
I feel a sharp spike of affection that blends with my desire, and it’s a heady feeling.
“I’m close.” I tell him.
“Thank fuck.” He pants as he thrusts into me with a bit more force.
“Yes. Like that.” I say, as the feel of him pushes me closer to the edge.
“Like this?” His grin is wicked as he slams into me.
The spike of pleasure/pain is sharp and perfect.
I yelp, and it pushes me right over the edge and into oblivion.
Light sparks behind my closed eyes as I shout his name, ecstasy flooding my body in waves so intense I can barely breathe.
My channel pulses and throbs as he fucks me through one of the deepest orgasms of my life.
Shivers of it are echoing through my body when I feel him tense, and I know he’s about to explode.
“Mads, Fuuuck.”
Then with one last hard thrust, he comes, groaning my name. That’s never happened before, and it burrows into my heart in a way that I’m reluctant to examine right now.
He does this grab and roll thing with me so he doesn’t collapse on top of me. I wrap my arms around him tighter, both of us panting. We’re both absolutely wrecked, and I don’t care because that was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.