Chapter Fifteen
Liam
A breath shudders through Olivia as she drops her head back on the bed. She’s insane if she thinks I’m going to rush this after waiting twelve years. She tastes so good, her flesh quivering under the onslaught.
I don’t just want to be inside her. I want to savor her orgasms on my tongue. I want every moment between us to push her closer to wanting a forever with me.
Her fingers leave my hair, then grip the sheets, twisting them. She braces her feet on the mattress and rocks her hips.
Yes, love, yes.
I shift so my tongue is over her heated pussy.
It drips honey, and I lap it up, refusing to waste a drop.
Exhilaration over finally having the woman I’ve loved for twelve years in my bed feels like my own personal lightning, sending jolt after jolt through me.
Keeping my mouth on her flesh, I push a finger inside her. She immediately tightens around it.
My dick throbs until it hurts. I move the finger in and out, my mind screaming that I could be enveloped in her hot depths right now, feel her all along my shaft without anything in the way, and fill her with my cum until she’s glowing with my baby inside her.
Fuck. I almost came at the notion. Can’t lose control like this. I want to show her sex isn’t just about procreating but happiness and intimacy too.
She says she only wants a baby, and then she’ll leave. She retreats every time after taking a step forward. I want her to lose herself and stop retreating. I want her to seek pleasure because it makes her feel good, not because she just wants to get pregnant.
Holding on to what remains of my restraint, I push another finger inside her and feel the slickness until I find a small bump at the tip of my middle finger.
I stroke it and she throws her head back, a piercing scream tearing from her throat.
I thrust them in and out of her while my mouth stays busy teasing her clit.
Tension builds inside her as abruptly and quickly as a tornado. She grips my head again, and rocks against my face, utterly lost in pleasure, her back arching at an impossible angle as she shrieks her orgasm.
Sharp triumph floods my veins, heating my blood until I’m shaking. Air saws in and out of her. She struggles to breathe, her body trembling from the aftermath.
But I don’t want her to come all the way to earth. Stay in heaven a little longer, love.
I drive three fingers into her. She presses her legs together, but I push her thigh away with my free hand.
“Liam,” she whimpers. Her unsteady voice betrays her indecision.
She wants me to fuck her hard and get her pregnant.
But I don’t want our wedding night to be just about making babies.
I want this to be about making her feel good.
I want her to feel married—like Mrs. Liam Kingswood, the only woman in the world entitled to my name, wealth and protection.
I push her higher and harder, this time with more focus. Her fingers tighten until my scalp is prickling. I suck her clit harder while her muscles spasm around my fingers, and she cries out in another climax.
“Can’t…” she moans. “My clit… it’s too much.”
I let her have a reprieve. “Love, a woman can come all night long, no problem, as long as the partner is willing and capable.”
Her eyes widen with shock and sensual curiosity. “You aren’t—”
“Watch and learn.” I’ve waited over a decade for this.
I move up, take her nipple into my mouth and start working my fingers again, more gently this time. She pants, then twists. Her spine bends, pushing her breast against my face. Her body is honest in its greed, and I love it.
She grips my hair, moves her hips to match my fingers’ rhythm.
I press her nipple between the roof of my mouth and tongue, hollowing my cheeks.
My fingertips bump against the G-spot inside her—once, twice—and she moans and shrieks in another orgasm.
Sweat mists over her heated skin, and she shakes all over.
I’m trembling too, from the joy of watching her lost in bliss. I rip off all of my clothes, tossing them like trash on the floor. My cock springs forward, the plum-shaped head already drenched in precum, and the veins on the shaft pulsing.
The weight of Olivia’s gaze strokes me like the most precious lover. I wait two beats, letting her take me in.
“Gorgeous,” she breathes.
Elation bursts in my heart. Inside her, inside her, my mind chants. The fact that I’m going in bare heats my blood until I feel like I’m being boiled from inside.
I brace a hand next to her cheek and look down at her. I can barely make out her face in the filtered starlight. Her eyes shine in the dark, though, glazed with pleasure. Despite the lust pounding in my system, my heart is full of contentment. She’s perfect in my home, my bed.
My temptress, my goddess, my wife.
Her eyes on mine, she runs her fingers slowly and gently over my cheek and nose, then rests them over my lips. She swipes a finger over the juice, then pushes it into her mouth.
A sharp need jolts through me. I bury my free hand in her warm silken hair and kiss her, shifting my hips until my cock is positioned at her opening. The heat from her flesh sears me, and a groan catches in my throat.
Watching her face, I feed my cock into her one slow inch at a time. Shivers run through me as she tightens around my shaft. She gasps, her eyes widening. Shock mingles with delight as she takes me in, her legs spread wide. Her muscles spasm and grip my length; her slickness drenches me.
Finally, I’m fully seated inside her, balls deep. Although she said this was about making babies, feeling her with no barrier between us goes to my head like the finest vodka. My head spins, and I grit my teeth as the need to empty myself inside her surges.
She cradles my face in her warm hands and pulls my head down. “Don’t stop now,” she whispers before claiming my lips.
Plundering her mouth, I drive in and out of her. Lust thrums in my veins as I set a brutal rhythm. I grip her hips, shifting her in search of the angle that makes her scream. I’m going to wreck her so she can’t ever be with another man.
The tips of her breasts brush against my chest with each powerful stroke. Her whimpers turn to moans… Finally, to outright pleading.
“Yes, yes, like that… Please.”
There.
I pick up the speed. The sound of our rough breathing and flesh slapping flesh fills the room. Tension winds her, pushing her to the brink but not quite yet.
I cup her breast, run the pad of my thumb across the hardened tip, then tweak it. She cries out again, her entire body writhing as a climax rips through her. My cock pulses, desperate to come. But I cling to control. I want to savor her orgasm a little longer.
“Liam,” she whispers mindlessly.
“Yes, my wife,” I say, my voice gravelly. I press a tender kiss on her cheek. “We’re almost there.”
“What—”
I pound into her, the pace ruthless as I drive both of us to new heights. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist. I slip a hand between us, flick her clit just the way she loved it. She clings as she hits another height. This time her scream is near silent.
The shaky grip I’ve maintained on my control slips. I plunge into her hard once, twice, then shudder as I empty myself into her. It goes on and on and on.
Finally, my head drops to the crook of her neck. I feel her pulse flutter against my cheek. Wrapping my arms around her, I fight for air.
Olivia Kingswood. I savor the name and know that I’d gladly give up my life for her.