Taryn
Oh my God. I just orgasmed against his leg. So classy. I want to be embarrassed, but Liam doesn’t leave any space for that.
“Fuck,” he grunts against the curve of my neck. “Fuck.” Then, to my surprise, he drops down my body, moves my panties aside and covers my pussy with his mouth before I know what’s happening.
“Liam. Shit—I—shit.” I am sensitive, but it’s hard to focus on that. He feels too incredible. His tongue licks at me, consuming every drop of wetness that coats the space between my legs. It’s like he’s on a mission to swallow me whole.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His hot breath feels amazing against my clit and I moan in response. “So fucking mine,” he growls.
And, he’s right. I am. I am one hundred percent his.
I have no time to process the significance of that thought as he sucks on my most sensitive place, causing my back to arch again.
Jesus. This feels good. So good. It’s like I’m floating in pleasure.
Tiny jolts of carnal decadence move through my body.
When he inserts a finger inside me, I cry out.
God. I didn’t think it could get better.
It’s an intense sense of bliss. I feel like I may come apart. Drown in sensation.
“Liam,” I sob.
His response is a growl, “Yeah, beauty, I know. I’ve got you.
” The vibration is too much. It’s all encompassing.
My legs are beginning to shake and I can’t stop them.
I can’t slow down my body’s response to Liam’s undivided attention to my pleasure.
I hear myself chanting his name as I splinter again, light radiating through my core.
Liam stays with me until I calm. He kisses the inside of my thigh, and moves up my body. He slowly extracts his finger, only to put it in his mouth and suck the digit clean. He pulls me to him in a tight embrace. Kisses my temple. Brushes the sweaty hair from my face.
“You’re amazing,” he tells me. I’m in awe of the look on his face. So much genuine affection. Adoration. Although, given the experience he just gave me, I’m not sure I’m the amazing one.
I listen as Liam steadies his breathing. His hand absently strokes my shoulder as my head cuddles against his chest. He makes no move to take things further. We lie peacefully together. It’s calm. Quiet.
Hold on. Does he seriously believe I need a break? That we’re done? I appreciate that he always wants to take care of me, but I think it’s time I take control again.
I snuggle into him, letting my hand wander over his hard chest as his fingers play with my hair.
He’s muscled perfection. My fingertips wander over the valleys and ridges of his abs, feeling his strong body tremble ever so slightly beneath my touch.
My lips brush his shoulder and my hand skims even lower.
I enjoy his intake of breath, watching his sculpted stomach contract at my teasing strokes.
His breathing has picked up now that I’m running my fingers back and forth, back and forth, just above his pelvis. Finally, ever so slowly, I drop my fingers lower, to skim the length of his cock with a featherlight touch. His hips thrust upward.
“Taryn.” His voice is hoarse.
“Liam,” I murmur, before wrapping my hand around his dick to slowly stroke his length.
He groans. “You don’t have to do this. You can rest.” But his hips again thrust upward, in opposition to his words.
“Mmmmm. What if this is what I want?” I lick his nipple. “What if this is what I need?”
Liam shudders beneath my touch and curses under his breath.
“I need you to be specific, beauty,” he husks. “Because I’m hanging on by a thread, and I don’t want to misunderstand what you’re asking for.”
I kiss his neck as I increase the pressure of my hand. Liam is no longer touching me. His hands have turned into fists beside him. I run my tongue down the column of his throat and watch those fists tighten in the quilt from the corner of my eye.
“I can be specific,” I whisper against his chest. “I want your body against mine. I want your tongue in my mouth. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to be so full of you that I can’t speak, only feel.
I want no barrier between us, so I can take your cum and really be yours.
” I’ve never been shy in bed, but I’ve never felt secure enough to be quite this bold. I feel sexy. Warm. Powerful.
“You—I—fuck. Fuck.” Liam bites out the curse before moving so fast that I’m shocked by the motion. “You want me?” he growls as he presses me into the mattress, bringing his hard body over mine.
“So much,” I whimper. And, God, it’s so true. I want him so, so much. If he walked away from me right now, I’d—
“I fucking want you more than you’ll ever know.” His voice is sandpaper. “You are mine, Taryn. My beauty. My world. My wife.”
Before I can react to those words, he thrusts inside me and I gasp at the feel of him. I struggle to accommodate his size. He stills to give me time to adjust, but his breathing is ragged.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful, Mrs. McGuiness.” His eyes shine with lust as he studies my face. His hand trembles as he cups my cheek. “Tell me when you’re ready.” His mouth lowers to mine, while his lower body remains completely still as he’s buried inside me.
I kiss him with all the passion I feel. Dirty. Raw. Perfect. I begin to squirm under him. My hands run over his broad shoulders. I can’t be still any longer. I need him too much. “Now, Liam. Please.” My voice is airy. Thin.
He groans before he pulls nearly all the way out of me.
I whimper at the loss before he drives back in, grunting as he fills me.
His hips begin a steady motion, working himself deeper inside.
My pussy is so drenched that we’re surrounded by the wet sounds of my desire as he plunges into me over and over again.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How good you feel?” His face twists in pleasure as he grunts the questions. I hope they are rhetorical because forming words isn’t possible. I’m too lost in the intensity of this moment. The feral look in Liam’s eyes. The beautiful ache in my core.
I close my eyes and grab onto his large biceps as an anchor. He feels so amazing that I don’t want it to end. I want to feel this close to him longer.
“Look at me.” He barks the order. My eyelids snap open to see his fierce blue eyes examining my expression. “Need you right here with me.” I wouldn’t have believed it possible, but I get even wetter at his possessive words.
“I’m here,” I gasp into his mouth. “Only you.”
“Damn right,” he snarls before his lips attack mine. I can’t believe he’d worry that I’d think of anything else. There’s no chance of that with the way he is owning my body. Consuming my very existence.
His rhythm falters as his cock twitches inside me.
My breath hitches as my clit brushes against his pubic bone.
He does it again. And again. His pace is erratic, and that only excites me more, knowing he’s losing control.
I grind my body upward and groan at the sensation.
I’m close. Very close. My hold on his arms tightens.
Liam says something unintelligible before he reaches down and pinches my clit.
I come undone. I shout his name and fall apart, quaking beneath him.
He growls deep in his chest before surging into me so deep that I clench around him even harder.
God. This is amazing. Phenomenal. I’ve never experienced anything like this.
My orgasm goes on and on as my body seems intent on milking every last drop from him.
The look on his face is everything as he comes. Pleasure. Rapture. Awe.