Page 48 of Something Forever

“Patience, love.”

I let out a breath of frustration as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his hand wandering and caressing me everywhere except where I need him the most. He teases me like that, his breath hot against me, but he still doesn’t press his lips to me.

“Liam,” I breathe out, half-warning, half-begging.

His name on my lips only seems to fuel him more. He meets my eyes again, quirking an eyebrow.

“What do you want?”

I huff out another breath, this one almost a growl. “You know.”

His smirk only grows. “I’d like to hear you say it. My fingers inside that dripping cunt of yours? Or do you want me to lick you until you scream my name? Hmm? I know how you can talk, Whit. Tell me what you want.”

I swallow, my throat tight. Jesus, his dirty talk is making me crazy. “Your… your mouth,” I whisper.

“My mouth where?”

I’m so embarrassed, I almost push him away. He must know how vulnerable this is for me, and this was just supposed to be fun. It’s not supposed to be so intense. His eyes flicker up towards me, and something in my expression must give me away, because his smirk fades, his gaze softening.

“You know what? I changed my mind. I don’t need you to say anything except ‘yes’.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against me, and God it’s incredible. He doesn’t just taste me, he devours me. I’m thrusting against him when his fingers find me, slipping one inside of me while his thumb brushes against my clit.

“Oh, God. Right there,” I tell him.

He continues his movements, switching between thrusting his tongue and his fingers inside of me. The combination is driving me crazy, and his thumb circling my clit is bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I wrap my hand in his hair, needing something to clutch onto.

“Fuck, Liam. I’m close,” I breathe out.

He doesn’t miss a beat. I didn’t think it was possible for him to give me any more, but he does. He curls his finger, pressing deeper and soon enough, I’m gasping and writhing against him. I squeeze my eyes closed as stars flash behind my eyes, an orgasm rushing through me. I bite my lip to stop from screaming, but a warbled sound still escapes me. I’m still shaking as I come down, and I look down to see Liam pull back and stare up at me with a wild grin on his face.

“Holy shit,” I laugh out.

His grin only grows. “Now we can go to the bed. I think we’re gonna need it.” He grabs my waist and picks me up, my legs wrapped loosely around him as he carries me.

“Yours or mine?”

“Don’t care.”

He kicks his door open and drops me onto his bed. He’s still fully clothed while I’m wearing nothing but my bunched-up dress. He seems to realize at the same time as I do as he kicks off his shoes and rips his socks off.

“Pants… off… now.” I reach for his belt and start yanking it off.

He puts his hand over mine. “What did I say about patience?”

I shake my head. “Patience is overrated.” I pull his pants down, and my jaw almost drops at the tent in his pants.

I can’t tell for sure, but he looks… big.

He pulls his shirt over his head while I yank my dress off. His bare chest is an incredible sight. I’m about to unclasp my bra when he pushes me gently back onto the bed and crawls over me.

“Wait,” he breathes against me. “I need to memorize this moment.”

I roll my eyes, but he presses his lips to mine, smothering me with an intense kiss. He seems to have forgotten his own desire to take things slow as he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling me as close to him as possible. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, his hands immediately finding their way to my nipples. He caresses and pinches them until I’m on the edge again, and I press a palm to his chest.

“Do you have a condom?”

He blinks back at me, then nods.

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