Chapter 11 Liam
Liam
Sophie gasps softly, and I worry I might have gone too far. But the skin across her chest flushes a faint pink, and her breath quickens. I ring her ankle with my hand, keeping my gaze locked with hers the whole time.
“You are one hundred percent in control here, Soph. You can stop at any time,” I say, moving her leg into a wider V.
Her oversized shirt is still hiding most of her body, but when I widened her legs, her pale pink underwear appears where the hem lifted.
“I’ve been thinking about making you come since I woke up with your ass in my lap that first night.
But I want you to teach me how you like it.
” I release her ankle and reposition myself between her legs. “I promise I’m an excellent student.”
I don’t move. I don’t touch her. Hell, I barely breathe. I can almost see the gears in her head turning before she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and fingers the hem of her t-shirt.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Show me what you do when you’re alone. When that douchebag would leave you unsatisfied.”
She closes her eyes and sits back against the headboard. My already hard dick is almost painful now, demanding to be let out. But I take a long inhale as she spreads her creamy thighs for me.
Her hand drags up her body over her breasts, nipples peaking beneath the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
She moves a hand under her shirt, and although the fabric hides her, I can tell when she traces a thumb across her nipple, pinching then arching her back and letting out a little moan that I feel in my core.
“God, you like that, don’t you?” I breathe out.
Her hand trails over the soft swell of her belly, gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
Both breasts bounce free, and I almost lose it just at the sight of her absolutely perfect, round tits.
She takes her time, clearly enjoying her breasts as much as I am watching.
She squeezes full handfuls and tugs on her nipples, kneading and increasing the pressure.
When she lets out a breathy gasp, I almost wonder if she’s already made herself come, but soon her fingers trace across the top seam of her underwear, one finger dipping inside.
My gaze flicks to her face, but she is somewhere else.
Her eyes are still closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth, and she’s either forgotten I’m here or she’s putting on one hell of a show.
But as she lifts her hips and wriggles out of her underwear, her eyes open, her gaze locked on me, before she tosses them into my lap.
A wicked grin spreads across her face, and she spreads her legs wide, exposing herself completely to me.
Okay, then. Putting on a show.
“That’s right, baby, show me,” I growl.
She wastes no time now and drags two fingers up and down through her folds until they glisten.
“Fuck,” I mutter. And her lip tips in a sly smile before she slides her fingers back down her center, dipping them both inside and pausing with a ragged inhale.
I’m mesmerized by her fingers dipping in and out, while her thumb applies a steady pressure to her clit.
Her heels dig into the bed, and her hips tip up slightly, trying to seek more pressure from her hand.
She plunges her fingers in deep now, and I use her underwear to palm myself through my shorts.
Her breath becomes labored, and I can tell she’s close.
It’s all I can do not to take over and dive between her legs, but I just watch—riveted.
“Oh,” she lets out another breathy gasp as she picks up her speed, a determined grimace on her face, and I nearly come in my shorts.
“Yeah, baby,” I rasp out. “Show me how you come.”
She rubs her clit in fast, tight circles, arching off the bed as she cries out.
She collapses back onto the bed, stretching her legs out and twisting her body as she comes down from her high. Her breathing slows, and a lazy smile spreads across her face.
“I think I understand,” I say, my voice hoarse. Her eyes open as I crawl towards her still-open legs.
“Now?” she gasps.
“Only if you want, baby.”
“I can’t. I mean, I’ve never.”
“Never what?”
“Twice, even by myself.”
“But I had such an excellent teacher,” I muse, lowering myself to my belly between her knees.
“Liam,” she warns, but she doesn’t close her legs. I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“Like I said, you are in control. We can stop any time, but I would very much like to make you come.” I kiss higher up her inner thigh. “Again.”
“Okay, but—” I can feel her body tense. I stop and pull back, giving her space.
“Hey, look at me, sweetheart.” She gazes down at me with her doe eyes, still a little post-orgasm drunk. “We can stop. That was already the best show I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“No!” She reaches, catching me by the shirt, and I can’t help but laugh. “I just don’t know if I can,” she says, fingering the fabric, “you know, finish…again.”
“How about you just enjoy yourself, and we’ll see where we end up?”
She nods and then actually smiles, draping her arm over her eyes.
“What?”
“I’ve just never been this open in talking about sex, you know.”
“I think communication is pretty sexy,” I tell her.
And while I never fuck around when it comes to consent, I’ve never wanted to actually learn how to please someone more than I do right now.
And not for some bullshit toxic masculinity reason like I’m the only guy who can make her come, but because she deserves it.
She deserves a guy who will take the time to figure out how to make her happy—
I mean, how to make her come. I can do that. I can make her come.
“Okay,” Sophie says, breaking into my thoughts that were veering severely off course. “I think your head was down here somewhere.” She closes her eyes and gestures between her legs.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say. I settle between her legs and twirl my fingers through her folds.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers when I dip two fingers inside, just like she had, although I pause to let her body soften to my larger digits. When her body relaxes around me, I replicate the exact rhythm she used. Her breathy little moans tell me how to adjust my pressure and pace accordingly.
“Yes, Liam,” she gasps when I’ve found her perfect rhythm.
I kiss the inside of her thigh again, while I pump my fingers in and out of her until they are so slippery they make a debaucherous squelching sound that makes my cock somehow even harder.
Instead of my thumb, I press my tongue flat against her clit.
She lets out that same throaty moan I’ve been dying to hear again since I woke up that first night with her in my arms. I suck her into my mouth and flick my tongue.
When she shifts her thighs, I follow her subtle guidance on my location, never slowing the rhythm of my fingers inside of her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out, and I lock in on exactly what I’m doing. Like, I don’t change a single thing.
Her entire body convulses, and she unravels on my tongue while I watch from between the V of her legs.