“Thank you for seeing it,” she whispers, and for several heady seconds, it feels like we’re teetering on the edge of a dangerous cliff.
One that leads to jagged rocks and thorny terrain.
But before we fall, she catches us with her body. She moves up onto her elbows and looks at me, desire in her eyes. “Why don’t you at least take off your shirt?”
I do as she asks, peeling it off, tossing it onto the floor, and here we are, back firmly on the physical plane, and that’s fine by me. “Don’t ask me to take anything else off, because I need to have my mouth between your legs right the hell now.”
She moans and answers with the most wonderful word: “Yes.”
I set my hands on her knees and spread her open, my pulse spiking. When my lips kiss her hot, wet center, my eyes roll back in my head at the first luscious taste of her. At the sweetness of her desire.
And the sounds she makes.
Moans, groans, sighs.
Murmurs, long and plaintive.
My name too—how it turns into a cry and an arch as she bows her back.
She’s wildly desperate already.
I kiss her, flicking my tongue against the delicious rise of her clit, moaning at the decadence of her. My dick throbs harder in my jeans, and lust spins through my veins because she tastes spectacular. She sounds even better, panting, and babbling the most gorgeous noises ever.
Like a woman who wants everything I’m giving her. Who’s saying my name. Who’s saying, “More.” Who’s pulling me closer.
She tastes like a woman who wants everything. Who wants me. Who wants to come very, very soon.
She spreads her legs wider then threads her hands through my hair, yanking me closer as she chants, “Don’t stop. I’m close. I’m almost there.”
Seconds later, she bucks against my face and lets out a long, keening moan. Her hands slide up into her own hair, and she’s touching herself. It’s the most gorgeous thing in the world as she comes hard on my lips.
Shouting, crying, and losing her mind, it seems.
And I am ridiculously happy that I could do that for her. As well as insanely aroused.
As she comes down, I break the contact, slide my jeans off, find a condom quickly, and sheath myself.
And then I ask a most important question. “What would it take to get you there a second time?”
She stares at me. Licks her lips. “Just your cock.”
“Well, I was hoping you would say that, but what position is best for you?”
Sitting up, she grabs my dick, tugging me to her.
I don’t need to give the position a second thought, because she’s issued her declaration.
I slide into the woman who occupies my thoughts, my body lighting up from the hot, tight grip of her.
From the noises she makes.
From the feel of her as I fill her.
She knows exactly what she wants. Sliding her knees up to her chest, she moves them higher, near her breasts.
Offering me herself.
For pleasure.
For both of us.
Shamelessly.
And I fucking love it.
“Can you give it to me hard, Liam? Make me feel you everywhere,” she whispers.
My brain short-circuits. Lust fries all the cells in my body. I thrust deeper, push her right knee higher. “Like that? Just like that?”
Her features twist in some kind of ecstatic agony. “Yes, just like that.” It’s a breathy, needy answer tinged with relief, like she’s been craving this kind of intimacy, this kind of sex.
Pressing a hand against her knee, I go deeper, so she can feel me both in her and against her, where she needs me. “I happen to be quite good at following directions,” I whisper against her cheek, then laugh lightly. “Well, when it comes to sex and recipes.”
She laughs too, her back arching, her arms looping around me. “Want the recipe for another orgasm?”
“I believe that’s what you’re giving me.”
The smile on her face is warm, vulnerable, then insanely dirty when it shifts into a grin of hungry, carnal bliss. “Here it is—more, more,” she pants, her hands grappling at my back, tugging. They skate down to my ass, squeezing.
This woman.
She wants to feel.
She wants to feel me everywhere.
She wants a hard, powerful fucking—no teasing, no games. Just to be taken.
And I want her to have everything she longs for. I fuck her hard.
Deep.
Relentlessly.
Savoring, reveling in the sight of her losing her mind with lust. With desire.
As she arches against me, she begs for more, like she needs sex with me more than anything in the world, like she needs another orgasm more than oxygen.
And I don’t want to deprive her.
I give her everything she wants, taking her over the edge again.
It is gorgeous and glorious to wring more than one climax from this woman. Under me, she looks spent and sated.
And I’m almost there too.
There’s one thing I want.
