Page 43 of Liam

Taamira shed her blouse and unhooked her bra in a bold move that had him growling in his throat. Her confidence, even in this, was a turn on to him.

“So fucking beautiful.” He brushed his fingers over her waist, her timid fingers resting at the edge of his shirt, tickling his skin. “Touch me, beautiful. I want to feel your hands on me.”

Her delicate touches were like the sweetest torture as she trailed her fingertips over his belly as his muscles tensed. He allowed her to explore his abdomen and chest before he sat up and drew his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor without care.

Lying back, he pulled her so she was straddling him, putting her firmly in the driver’s seat. She took the cue and leaned over to kiss him, but he wanted her gorgeous tits in his face. As she moved, he latched his mouth to her nipple and drew it deep, loving the feel of her on his skin.

“Oh,” she murmured.

He held her in place with his hand in the middle of her back as he feasted on her. She rubbed her centre against his aching cock, and he groaned against her skin.

“Liam,” she chanted.

He knew she was overwhelmed by the desire racing through her and didn’t know what to do with it. He released her, and his mouth met hers in a hot kiss that was building in passion with every swipe of their tongues.

Pulling away, he stood then knelt on the floor, putting his hand in the middle of her chest as he gently pushed her to her back on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, her natural curiosity winning out as he began to unbutton the jeans she wore.

“Lift up.”

She complied, eagerly lifting her ass so he could draw her jeans down her spectacular legs and toss them aside. Her white lace knickers were sexy as hell but what was sexier was the wetness he could see there. Her evident desire for him made him want to roar like some sort of Viking conqueror.

Pulling her knickers down her legs, he tossed them aside and gazed at her slick pussy. A thin strip of dark hair running up the middle had his mouth-watering, he wanted to taste every last drop of her desire.

Hands on the inside of her knees, he pushed her legs apart, wedging his shoulders between them. Her hand moved to her tits to cover them in a sudden flare of shyness and Liam stayed her hand.

“Don’t hide this perfection from me, treacle.” He released her, and she let her hand drop, but he could see the pulse in her neck beating and needed to know it was from desire, not fear. “You good?”

She nodded hastily, and he grinned. “Give me the words, beautiful.”

“I want you, Liam. I want to feel it all with you. Make me yours.”

Her words lit a fire that ripped through him, and he bent his head, nipping and kissing his way up her thighs on either side before he finally put them out of their misery and put his mouth where they both needed it.

He licked her from the edge of her opening to the hood of her clit, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as her climax hovered. Knowing she was nice and wet, he circled her pussy with his finger and she tensed slightly with nerves.

“Relax, treacle. I won’t hurt you.”

Instantly she relaxed, and he entered her the tiniest bit, the tight, wet, heat hugging his finger as he moved it slowly inside her, all the time using his tongue to keep her on the edge of her climax but not falling over.

He added a second finger, and she didn’t flinch, too lost in the moment to notice as he worked her body. She was putty in his hands and yet she had never had so much control over him. In that second, she owned him completely. Crooking his finger, he rubbed the sensitive spot inside her and bit down gently on her clit, and she ignited.

Her body arched off the bed as her climax shook through her, the sweet taste of her flooded his mouth and he lapped up every drop of her release. She screamed his name over and over, her body shaking, her pussy squeezing his fingers with the power of it, as it crested and then rolled through her, coming in smaller aftershocks until she was boneless beneath him.

Giving her body one more lick, her legs squeezing him as she shuddered, he climbed up her body and smiled down at her, the look on her face pure emotion before he kissed her.

Her hands gripped his back as she kissed him back, seeming to enjoy the taste of herself on him, which he found extremely erotic.

“That was….” She stopped seeming to not have the words.

“That was a warmup,” he teased as he stood and put his hand to his fly. “You sure you want this?” he asked before he released his zipper.

He may very well die if she said she wasn’t ready, but he would prefer that to her doing something she wasn’t ready for.

“I want this, more than I have ever wanted anything. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Liam stilled his hand, ignoring his angry dick. “Taamira, there is nothing you can do on this Earth that would disappoint me. What we just shared was better than anything I’ve ever had before. Seeing you here, now, laid out before me like a fucking goddess makes me feel like a king, and if all I get to do is look at you like that, then I’ll die a privileged and happy man.”

Her features went soft at his words, and she sat up, her hands going to his zipper and pushing his fingers out of the way. “No dying,” she admonished him. “I want to do lots of things with you, starting with you making love to me.”