23. An Oasis #2
Finished with my body, I went deeper until the water was up to my ribcage. I lifted my arms to start on my hair, when a voice spoke in my ear.
“No.”
I jumped and started to turn around, but strong hands gripped my hips from behind. My entire body shivered at his touch and he squeezed tighter in response.
“I want to wash your hair,” Liam murmured before pressing his lips below my ear. “May I?”
“Yes,” I rasped, handing him the soap.
He released my hips and I quivered, waiting for him to touch me again, the anticipation almost unbearable. I heard him lather the soap in his hands and then his fingers dug into my hair, causing a moan to escape my lips.
I closed my eyes and let myself bask in the intimacy of this moment. He was gentle, reverent, working the soap generously through every lock and paying special attention to my scalp, giving me a massage as he went. Every muscle in my body went lax, all the remaining tension gone.
“Time to rinse,” he said.
I leaned back, dipping my head in the water as Liam combed his fingers through my hair, ensuring all the soap was gone. I straightened and Liam moved closer behind me. His hands moved to my shoulders, thumbs pressing in and working out the kinks in my neck in small circles.
“Mmm…” I melted at his touch.
“Your hair is beautiful. Why do you always keep it pulled back?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
“It’s hot in the jungle.”
“Not just here. I saw you at a conference once. It was back in a bun. In fact, every picture of you has it styled that way too.”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I’ve just always worn it that way.”
He moved my hair to the side. His lips pressed against my neck. “You should wear it down more,” he murmured into my skin.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He trailed hot kisses down the side of my throat and I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against his shoulder. One of his hands clutched my hip as the other traced down my chest, his fingers circling my breasts with a light touch.
Every press of his lips and brush of his fingers set my skin on fire. A shudder rippled through me when he brushed the underside of my breast, then trailed down my stomach, beneath the water.
I moaned loud, anticipating his next move, willing him to touch me where I was throbbing between my legs. But he continued his teasing, tracing my inner thighs but avoiding where I wanted him most.
A sob of frustration burst from my lips and he chuckled against my shoulder, then ran his tongue all the way up the side of my neck, ending with a kiss to my jaw.
“Oh my gods…” I breathed.
“Is this okay?” he asked, nipping at my throat.
“Yes. Gods, yes.” My voice came out in a whimper.
He straightened and spun me around, reached down to grasp my thighs, and lifted me to straddle him. My hands clutched his neck as he kissed me hard, releasing a throaty groan into my mouth. Our tongues tangled, his mouth insistent upon mine.
Kissing him was a revelation. It made me forget every worry, every thought in my head telling me I couldn’t go after what I truly wanted. It made my walls crumble and my hesitation disappear.
The world faded away and there was just this. Just us. Nothing else existed in our pocket of the rainforest.
His hand skimmed along my curves, digging into my hair and tilting my head back.
Heat rushed beneath my skin as his tongue went deeper into my mouth, insistent, controlling, dominant.
I whimpered, moving my hips against his hard length, desperate for friction.
I needed him inside me. Needed him to touch me everywhere.
“Please,” I whimpered against his lips.
Liam began walking us to a mossy ledge. “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me.”
“I want…please…touch me.”
The hand in my hair pulled harder, baring my neck to him. My breath hitched as he sucked the skin at the curve of my shoulder.
“Do you like it when I take control?” he asked, dipping lower to take my nipple into his mouth.
He bit down. “Yes!” I answered.
“Yes, what?”
I was panting now, my entire body tingling. I swore I could come from his words alone and how he was worshiping my breasts. “Yes, I like it when you take control.”
“Mmm,” he said, still teasing my nipple, flicking and sucking.
I moaned, arching my back.
Without warning he lifted me up to the ledge, a moss covered rock behind me to lean against. Liam stayed in the water, his head level with exactly where I was sitting. His eyes evaluated every inch of me as if he was memorizing each dip and curve.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” he said. “Now spread those beautiful legs for me.”
I swear my clit throbbed at his orders. Doing as he said, I opened my thighs, my breath coming in short bursts as I waited, naked and vulnerable.
He groaned, running his hands up my thighs. “Look at that pretty pussy. So fucking wet for me.”
I gasped at the foul words. The foul words that were making me even wetter. I never thought I would like dirty talk. But coming from him? I loved it. I wanted more of it.
He ran a finger up my center and I inhaled a sharp breath as it brushed over my clit. He kept his eyes on my face, watching every expression to learn what I liked. He circled my clit again before pushing a finger inside me.
“Oh,” I moaned, laying my head back on the rock.
He worked it in and out, curling it forward before adding another. My legs trembled as he stretched me, moving with deft precision before adding a third.
“Liam,” I moaned, looking down at him and bucking my hips.
He gave me a subtle smirk, then pulled his fingers out and wrapped his lips around them, sucking off every drop of my arousal, not breaking eye contact with me the entire time. “You taste like heaven.”
Oh my…that’s so hot.
Then he tossed my legs over his shoulders and dove forward. The moment he ran his tongue up my center I nearly shouted. Nothing had ever felt this good before. My senses in overdrive, I gripped his hair, bucking against him.
He groaned, working his tongue with perfect accuracy. There was no way I was going to last. I was already so close. My skin was on fire, my legs trembled as pleasure coiled low in my belly.
“Liam…I’m…I’m going to—” but I couldn’t finish the words.
My orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, my legs shaking even harder. Liam clutched my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he worked me through my climax. My back bowed and I screamed as I fell over the edge of pleasure.
He pulled away, kissing down the inside of my thighs with reverence. My breaths were heavy, gasping as I looked into his self-satisfied eyes. Carefully, he lifted me off the ledge, returning me to the water and guiding my thighs to wrap around his waist again.
I couldn’t help but move against him, rubbing myself on his hard cock as he walked us toward the waterfall. I wanted him so badly, needed to see what he felt like inside me.
“Greedy woman,” he said as he moved, pulling us into a little alcove. “Hold on.”
The water was shallower back here, the surface coming up to Liam’s mid thigh, most of our bodies out of the pool. I kissed him hard, digging my fingers into the hair at his nape.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Cerise?” he said in between kisses.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whined. “Please. I need you to.”
“Good girl, telling me what you want.”
I moaned, my eyes fluttering at the praise, my core clenching.
“Wait…” I said. “Birth control?”
He kissed along my neck. “I take a monthly tonic.”
“Me too.” I said with a groan as he licked the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“Good,” he said. “Because I don’t want to fucking stop.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I whined.
He lifted me, lining himself up, and slowly lowered me, inch by tantalizing inch.
The tip of his cock pressed inside and I whimpered, my head falling forward onto his shoulder as I clutched him harder.
He felt even bigger than he looked. The stretch was painful at first, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure.
“Are you all right, Cerise? Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yes, yes. More.”
He eased himself deeper, ensuring I was comfortable, before he began to move. With a few steps, he pressed me against a wall and then he was moving faster. Harder. Deeper.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, pumping in and out of me. “So fucking tight.”
I moaned as he continued to thrust, his hands gripping my thighs so hard I thought they might bruise. And I didn’t care.
Just like that, I was on the edge again, riding the precipice of another orgasm.
“Harder,” I whimpered, needing more. Needing him everywhere. My skin tingled, my flesh on fire.
“You like it rough, don’t you? Like the feel of me deep inside you?” he growled low into my ear, pounding even harder.
“Yes,” I cried out.
“And you like it when I talk to you. When I tell you how beautiful you are as I fuck you against this wall.”
“Oh gods, I do…So much…”
“Are you going to come again, beautiful?”
I nodded, gasping, unable to speak and clutching his shoulders as he plunged into me, hitting every single nerve.
He moved a hand to my throat, not squeezing, just holding it there as he thrust faster, deeper. “Come for me. I want to feel your pretty pussy clench down on my cock. Right now.”
At the same time he said those words, he rolled his hips, brushing my clit and lighting me up from the inside. I shattered, screaming his name as my whole body convulsed with pleasure. My pulse raced, my toes curled, and I swore stars danced at the edge of my vision.
“Fuck!” Liam shouted, slamming into me again and finding his own release. He pressed his teeth into my shoulder, finishing with a few more slow pumps.
We remained there, joined, trying to catch our breath. Liam stroked my face and kissed me gently, murmuring praise against my lips. “You did so well, beautiful. You were absolutely perfect.”
And I melted.