Page 13 of Stuck With His Mate

“I heal very fast, there really is no need for this.” He tells me, but I don’t catch his words. I am still thinking about the fact that he would entertain pain, just so I wouldn’t be upset. It is so sweet, that I can’t help but feel my heart melt a little bit right then and there.

He wouldn’t know it, but this is one of the tenderest and sweetest thing a man has ever done for me, and he had done it without conscious thought. “Thank you Liem, so so much” I fervently tell him, and I see his face scrunch up in mild confusion at the intensity of my thanks.

“You’re welcome Angelina, but it really wasn't a big deal.”

“It is to me. Unless you have a random habit of picking up red hot things just for the fun of it.”

“No, I don’t have a habit of picking up hot things.” He laughs. “Unless they are you.”

“You didn’t pick me up, I let you interfere. Did you see the size of the pipe I held? I would have wrapped it all up if you didn’t butt in. You nosy bastard.” I joke, knowing he would burst into laughter. And he doesn’t disappoint.

“How do I make it up to you ma’am?”

“Come.” I declare imperiously with my nose in the air. I pushed myself onto the opposite counter and beckoned him closer. Williem walks towards me, and after I gesture for his burnt hand, he extends it to me.

I wrap both of mine around it, drawing it close to myself and press a kiss to the back of it.

Turning it over to see the last of the blisters close up, I press the palm to my face, reaching out for him with my other hand, all thoughts of moving out of this house forgotten.

“Thank you.” I whisper again, tilting my head towards his, showing him that I want his kiss without speaking. His lips cover mine and drown out my answering moan. He feels perfect.

With his palm cradling my face, and the other on my thigh, I deepen the kiss.

I pressed myself to him, spreading my legs so he could step between them, closer to me. Williem presses kisses to my neck, drawing moans from me, one after the other.

He licks up the side of my neck, making me shiver from imagining what his tongue would feel like inside me. From his explorations in my mouth, I knew it was thick, rough, and very nimble.

Like he could read my mind, Williem drops to his knees in front of me, getting ready to taste me, he grabs my thighs and spreads my legs apart. My pussy flooded in response.

“You seem eager for this darling. Now you need to use your words. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” He demands of me. I have no choice but to spill it out. I know he could decide to refrain from touching me if I didn’t, and I couldn’t take that.

“I want you to kiss me. Down there. I want to feel your tongue.” I whimper while undulating my hips. I am being driven to distraction by the two fingers he plugs me with.

Williem curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot, and drawing a keen cry full of need from me. He doesn’t just want to hear me say what I want in general, he wants me to be as explicit and dirty as possible.

“Go on. Tell me how you want it, and I’ll give it to you, just like that.” He promises, pulling his fingers out of me, and after replacing them with his tongue, he transfers them to my clit.

He holds my clit between both fingers, he starts moving them back and forth, rolling his tongue at me at the same time. It feels like a bolt of lightning straight to my nether regions. I have to tell him exactly what I need.

“Oh! Yes. Just like that babe. Please don’t stop doing that.”

“Mmmm….” He hums, his encouragement lost in my depths, sending more vibrations rolling through me.

“I want you to keep playing with me just like that. I’m so close Liam” I plead with him as I hump his tongue, face, fingers, and every part of him that is touching me.

“Oh fuckkk…….”

I scream as stars explode behind my eyes, losing myself in an orgasm that rocks the foundation of my world. My mind blanks, and all that matters is the overwhelming pleasure that just goes on and on, until I lose grip of reality.

When I recover my senses, I find myself lying senseless and limp on the counter, certain that I must have died and gone to heaven. I don’t know if I can take any more sensation but when Willliem talks to me…

“I’m not done with you yet.” He growls, and I let a smile curl on my face.

It doesn’t get better than this really.

Chapter 5

Angelina

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