Chapter 27
twenty-seven
the best part
Maya
“Not yet, sweetheart. First, I want to make you feel good.”
Liam’s words sent a delicious shiver racing through me. I slackened my fingers around him, my grip less sure than a moment ago. “That was making me feel good,” I said, my voice breathy, unrecognizable. Self-conscious, I murmured, “Was I doing it wrong?”
It was a reasonable question. It had been years since I’d touched anyone this way, and let’s just say my experiences were fumbling at best, disappointing at worst, and I’d been apologizing to my vagina for the ineptitude of past partners ever since. But if I were bad at this, I’d like to know now.
Liam’s gravelly chuckle sent a flash of heat racing to my core. He regarded me with a heavy-lidded gaze. “You were doing it exactly right,” he said, running his hands up the insides of my thighs, igniting a trail of tingles everywhere he touched, “but I’m here to focus on you, not me.”
With deft fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, grasped the waistband, and stopped. Oh my god, why would he stop? Don’t stop! He caught my eye, asking permission with his lust-darkened gaze.
The words wouldn’t come, so I nodded. Vigorously. Like a weirdo. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. Not when this was happening.
Finally.
Liam’s dick was still out, bobbing enticingly as he slid my pants down my legs, and my mouth watered.
I wonder what he tastes like? The chilly air against my heated skin did nothing to cool me.
My body was on fire. I was sure I would spontaneously combust the instant he touched me.
I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Liam.
“Jesus, Maya.” Liam scrubbed a hand down his face, his eyes dark, hungry. “You’re perfect.”
He pressed a kiss on the top of my foot, his breath tickling the thin skin of my ankle.
I gasped at the unexpected intimacy. His lips climbed higher, soft and reverent as he caressed a path up the inside of my calf, leaving a trail of tender kisses in his wake.
He crawled onto the bed, leaving me panting for more.
My legs pressed together, chasing the friction I desperately needed, but instead of relief all I felt was how slick I was. How ready I was.
“Move up on the pillows a bit, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low, soothing. He followed as I scrambled up the bed, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me where he wanted me. “Perfect. Like that.”
He lowered his face to the inside of my knee, dropping more soft, teasing kisses while his fingers skated up the back of my leg.
Shivers racked my body as he touched me.
The scruff of his short beard scraped my skin—a delicious contrast to the gentle heat of his lips and tongue—as he kissed a path leading straight to my centre, to where I was already soaking for him.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and then—I froze. My stomach clenched. A sense of overwhelming panic weighed heavily in my chest.
“Wait. Stop,” I croaked, hoping my throaty tone disguised the edge of hysteria creeping into my voice.
Liam stopped, lifting his head from between my legs, concern flickering in his electric blue eyes.
“You want me to stop?” He sounded curious, not frustrated, which was a relief.
“I mean, of course. Of course we can stop.” He sat back, bringing my legs together and moving them to the side.
“Is everything okay?” He crawled up beside me and wrapped me in his arms, the comforting warmth of his embrace helping to melt the knot of confusion in my belly.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean, I’m fine.” I shifted farther up the bed, dragging him with me. “It’s just, you know, you don’t have to do … that.” I gestured vaguely toward my crotch, mortified at the turn this evening had taken, my face burning as I avoided his gaze. “We can skip right to the, um, sex.”
Jesus, Maya. Where is the confident woman who was wrestling this man’s dick out of his pants a moment ago? Speaking of his dick—I glanced down, and yup, still out. And looking more majestic than ever. My gaze shot to the ceiling.
Majestic, Maya? Really? What is wrong with you?
He tilted his head, regarding me curiously. “You want to have sex, but you don’t want me to go down on you?” His face was a mask of confusion as he studied me.
God, this was humiliating. I pulled my knees up, pressing my palms to my face. “It’s just…” Just say it already. My stomach burned with embarrassment. The rest tumbled out in a rush. “Noone’severdonethattomebeforeandIknowmostguysdon’tlikeit.”
Liam stilled. “Want to try that again, but slower?” He took my wrists and pulled my hands away from my face. My gaze, unprompted and without my express permission, immediately fell to his lap again.
He followed my line of sight. Pulling his lips between his teeth, he fought back a smile. “Hold on, let me put this away.” He tucked his dick into his underwear, leaving his pants undone, and pulled me into his arms. “There. That’s better. Less distracting this way.”
I sank into him, soaking in his warmth, his comfort.
“So, what were you saying?” He squeezed me tighter before adding, “But slow it way down. My ears don’t hear as fast as you speak.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” I blew out a breath. Here goes nothing. “I said it’s been a long time … and no one has ever done that to me before.” I paused, eyes trained on my lap, fingers twisting the sheets. “Guys don’t like it. They want to get to the good part. It’s okay. You don’t have to—”
Liam jolted upright. “Don’t like it? The good part?”
I pulled away. Why was he upset?
“What do you mean ‘the good part’?”
I shook my head, still refusing to look at him.
“No one’s ever done that to you? No man has ever tasted you?” His voice dropped to little more than a growl. He shifted closer, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “No man has ever groaned at the first taste of your arousal on his lips?”
My body trembled as a throb of desire blasted through me at his filthy words.
He kissed the hollow behind my ear, his voice thick with suggestion. “No man has ever writhed at your feet, so fucking lost in the scent, the taste of you on his tongue, on his face, that he just had to grind into the mattress? Or take himself in hand, desperate for relief?”
“Heeeeeee.” An inelegant, keening whimper seeped from my lips. My body was hot, achy, volatile, and ready to explode at any second. Words caught in my throat as he grazed my neck with his teeth.
He trailed a path of fervent kisses to my mouth, teasing my lips with his tongue before thrusting in to meet my own, a groan slipping from his throat when I kissed him right back.
The fire in my belly ignited. I wanted him with a frantic desperation I’d never felt before.
Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him down on top of me, deepening our kiss, spreading my legs to make space for him.
He thrust his length against me, the head of his cock bumping my clit, and I whimpered.
“I know I don’t have to do it, Maya. What you need to realize is … I want to. I need to.” He nudged my nose with his own, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, “You don’t understand how badly I need to devour you until you scream my name.”
How had I gone so long without this? Without someone wanting me this fiercely? Without wanting someone else this desperately? Had I ever?
“Liam,” I moaned. “Please.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Liam shifted to the side, one hand cupping my head while the other slid down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my underwear. He traced the elastic edge with a finger, dipping beneath before retreating to tease me again.
My hips bucked, chasing his touch, needing more. But he continued his slow torment, each fleeting pass under the waistband bringing him closer. But not close enough.
Couldn’t he tell I needed more, damn it?
When at long last Liam made contact, sliding through my wetness, circling with his fingers, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my mouth. “You’re so wet. Tell me this is all for me, sweetheart.”
“For … you,” I panted, my breath catching as his fingers skimmed over me.
His fingers glided past my clit, but before I could protest, his thumb picked up the rhythm, circling as he plunged his fingers inside me, finding a spot no one had ever touched before.
A spark flashed through me as he pressed his thumb against me languorously working his fingers in and out, curling, rubbing, circling, pumping.
The pleasure built quickly despite his measured movements. My belly coiled tight with insistent throbbing, and I clenched around his fingers as a surge of heat rushed through me.
“Oh god,” I moaned, squirming against the press of his hand.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my fingers. Let me feel you.”
A storm of ecstasy crashed over me, my back arching off the bed, a scream catching in my throat as my eyes squeezed shut.
It had never been this all-consuming before.
My body tightened, clenching around his fingers, squeezing him tight before unfurling in a shower of bliss as my release rocketed through me.
“Look at me, Maya. Open your eyes.” Liam kept his thumb moving in slow, teasing circles as he dragged his fingers from me, leaving me empty, wanting. “You’re so beautiful when you come.” He pressed his lips to my neck. “So.” To my cheek. “Damn.” On the corner of my mouth. “Sexy.”
He captured my lips in a commanding kiss, pouring his desire into me, thrusting his tongue past my lips with abandon, kissing me with uncontrolled desperation. When he finally dragged his lips from mine, we were both breathless.
“That was incredible,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “Please tell me I can taste you. I might die if you don’t come on my face right now.”
Still delirious, all I could do was nod. I was out of my mind with lust, my body molten, my limbs liquid from the orgasm. No longer caring what other guys had told me in the past, I wanted nothing more in this moment than for Liam to put his mouth on me.
He pulled my underwear off and tossed them over his shoulder before settling between my thighs with a satisfied sigh. He dragged my legs over his shoulders, his hands sliding under my ass, squeezing, lifting me to his mouth. And then… his tongue was on me.
Damn, that’s good.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, the vibrations shooting straight through me. “The way you pulse against my tongue … fuck, it’s everything.”
He licked me, his tongue hot as he explored, taking his time to cover every bit of me.
It was almost too much, too intense. Already, another orgasm was building low in my belly, and the familiar tightening coiled higher and higher.
I fisted his hair, rocking myself against his face, taking what I needed.
But it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get there.
“Fuck, yes. You taste incredible, Maya.”
He must have sensed I needed more, because he thrust his fingers inside me again.
And I shattered. My orgasm broke free. His name spilled from my lips.
At least I thought it was his name. It could have been gibberish, and I wouldn’t have noticed, not with how good it felt.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body jerking, shuddering, as sparks exploded behind my eyelids.
I clutched Liam’s hair, helpless against the overwhelming sensation as he kept licking, kissing, stroking—drawing out every last aftershock until I was gasping, trembling, and lying utterly wrecked beneath him.
He slid his fingers from me as he pressed a lingering kiss to my centre.
His tongue flicked out, sending another jolt of electricity straight up my spine.
Finally, he settled beside me. His hands were everywhere, soothing and possessive as he pulled me against him, crushing me against his solid, warm chest.
“Thank you for letting me be the first,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You are unbelievable. Any guy who didn’t want to worship you like that is a goddamn disgrace.”
I huffed a laugh, still dazed, nothing but a semi-sentient pile of satisfied goo in his embrace.
He shifted, pulling the blankets over us, cocooning me in his warmth as though he had no intention of ever letting go.
“And to be clear,” he murmured, lips ghosting over my temple. “You coming on my face? That’s the best fucking part.”
His voice was low, dark, still thick with hunger, and after experiencing two orgasms, that shouldn’t have made my thighs clench—but it did.
A sleepy chuckle slipped past my lips, exhaustion sinking deep into my bones, but Liam’s hands didn’t stop moving. He traced slow, lazy patterns over my bare skin, teasing at my hips, my thighs, my still-sensitive core.
“Shit,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the hollow behind my ear. “I should let you sleep, shouldn’t I?”
I hummed a noise that was more want than exhaustion, arching instinctively as he palmed my ass, rolling me into him. His hard length pressed hot and heavy against my thigh.
His breath hitched when I ground against him. “Or…”
I bit my lip. “Or?”
“Or I could make you come again.” He skated his fingers down my stomach, teasing, stroking, caressing. “I could spread you open and devour you until you’re shaking.”
I whimpered. I should have been too wrung out, too exhausted to want more. But…
He smirked against my throat. “I think that’s a yes.”
And with one last kiss on my chest, Liam slid down my body and settled between my thighs once more.
Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe it really was the best part.