Page 25 of Made for You

I wiggle underneath him, “Liam, please.”

“What beautiful? What do you want?”

“I want your hands on me.”

He places both of his large hands on my hips and pushes my shirt up, grazing over my breasts. I lift myself up so he can pull it over my head.

He leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth through the lace bra. The cool air on my wet nipples make them painfully hard.

Reaching between us I pull his henley tee over his head. He barely misses a beat with his hands roaming and his lips trailing kisses down my body, pausing just below my belly button. He hooks a finger into the waist of my leggings and pulls them down below my hips.

“Lift.” He taps the side of my ass with his free hand and when I oblige he pulls my leggings down and off my legs.

His warm hands slide up my legs, curling around to my inner thighs.I’m so glad I shaved today.

His thumb gently grazes over my clit through the lace panties I still have on, sending tingles up my spine.

“You have too many clothes on,” I gasp out.

But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pay attention to me, and soon my attention is drawn to what he’s doing.

He’s pulling my panties down my legs and lifting each leg over his shoulders. He brings my body up to his face. This time the shiver takes over my body involuntarily in anticipation.

I am about to combust at just the thought of him touching me.

He runs his finger along my clit drawing down further and slipping his finger inside me.

“So ready for me.” He grins down at me.

“More… please.” I arch my back, bringing me closer to him.

He gives me just what I want, and brings his face to my pussy, licking the same path his fingers just traced.

While his mouth is busy, he reaches his hands forward, grasping each of my breasts. The pressure makes every other feeling heightened.

“Liam!” I yell out my pleasure. “I’m so close.”

I haven’t had an orgasm by a man, well ever, before Liam. I’ve fooled around with guys who don’t know what they’re doing, but I’ve never actually slept with anyone. A confession I might have to make sooner than later.

He flattens his tongue and puts pressure on my clit, alternating between sucking and licking.

In an embarrassingly quick pace, I scream out my orgasm. He never stops until I’m done pulsing, riding out my orgasm on his face.

He pulls me back up to him, cradling me in his arms and sweetly kisses my forehead.

“You still have pants on,” I grumble.

“This was just for you, beautiful. How do you feel about starting a fire in the bedroom and reading your book in my bed?”

I look up at him under hooded eyes, “That sounds glorious.”

In my post orgasm haze, I’m happy and sleepy. Ready to cuddle up and read until I fall asleep in his arms.

The conversation about my virginity can happen another day.

Liam scoops me up in his arms, and carries me to his bed.

He disappears back to the living room but when he returns, he tosses me the tee he was wearing at dinner, and strips off his jeans before joining me in bed.

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