Page 69 of All That She Needs

He draped his leg over mine as his hands tightened on my back as if to pull me even closer to him. "I've imagined more than this," he continued, brushing his nose softly against mine. Then he tilted his head and kissed me. "I imagined lying naked on a bed with you."

I shivered, my thighs pressing together as a familiar ache quickly formed.

"I imagined the beautiful noises you'll make as my hands and my mouth explore every inch of your body."

Oh. My God. He hadn't even been holding me for two minutes, and already I was struggling to remember what I'd come here to say. A rush of desire suddenly consumed my mind.

He sighed. It was deep and heavy, filling the tiny space between us. "I imagined making love to you. I imagined fucking you. Do all kinds of sexual things with you."

Perhaps our talk could be postponed to another time. I couldn't remember them, anyway.

He nipped my bottom lip, followed by a gentle lick, and I shivered again. "In my imagination, I was worshiping you, giving you the greatest pleasure."

"Liam," I whimpered, the sound slipping out before I could stop it. I couldn't help myself. My hand slid against the ridged lines of his stomach to the hard expanse of his chest, then traced its way to his throat.

He shifted his hips, and a prominent bulge pressed against my thigh. He rubbed against me in slow motion. I ached to shift too, to press against it in the way I craved.

"Did you ever dream about me, Asha?"

Yes, I did!

He pulled back slightly, his eyes widening. "You did?"

Oh, shit. I said that out loud, didn't I?

Liam smiled, and I noticed his eyes were hooded, the blue replaced by a deep, dark intensity. "Want to tell me about it?"

I opened my mouth, but I could barely breathe, so I just shook my head. My cheeks felt hot, and my entire body was on fire.

"Perhaps I show you my dream instead?" His voice was rough, lustful. He took a moment to study my face, a satisfied look crossing his features as he found the answer he was looking for. "Yeah?"

I arched against him and nodded as an answer, unable to think clearly to utter a word.

He leaned forward, his lips hovering over mine. "First, I'm kissing you," he said, pressing his sultry lips to mine, and he kissed me feverishly, so passionately. He parted my lips and tasted me with the thrust of his tongue. He nipped my bottom lip, my upper lip, as his hands began to explore—confident hands that clearly knew how to pleasure a woman's body. Knew how to make my blood hum with need. They roamed over my neck, my arm and my waist before moving down to pull my skirt up, and then he cupped both my cheeks over my panties. He squeezed them—hard.

"Then I'm touching you," he whispered against my mouth. "Feeling the shape of your body under my hands." One of his long, thick fingers, the middle one, slipped in between my cheeks, over the fabric. "My fingers playing with your most sensitive parts." That finger slipped in further until I could feel it in my front, pressing hard, exactly in the right spot. He must've felt how damp I was down there. I gasped, followed by a helpless whimper.

"My mouth is busy tasting you everywhere." He lowered his head down and rubbed his face over my breast. He found the pebbled bud, opened his mouth, and he bit me. "I want to overwhelm you with sensations until they completely consume your mind."

I was already completely and utterly consumed by him, and I was still fully clothed.

His hand left me, only to move to the front, and I wanted so badly for that hand to slip inside the only barrier that kept him from touching my flesh.

Oh, fuck. His fingers began to rub, and instinctively, my legs parted wide, granting him more access. My back arched as I thrashed and moaned his name, moving my hips to ride his hand.

"And finally, I'm making you come before I fuck you and make you come again." He rubbed harder, and at that point, I wasn't even sure I was still breathing. My hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, eagerly sought to touch him as well. Before I knew it, I was circling my hand around an impressive, thick shaft that could probably split me in two.

The sounds Liam was making at my touch were deep and guttural, and I nearly came right then and there. But I didn't want this to end yet. Not so soon.

"Fuck,Asha," he muttered, thrusting his hips forward.

"Kiss me, Liam." I panted, breathless.

He slammed his mouth against mine, kissing me once again, with his hand furiously rubbing me, and I passionately stroking him. Our hands were not touching our bare flesh, still covered by the silky fabrics, but the sensations were still out of this world. Our bodies moved in sync, our moans and sighs echoing around the small rooms. I didn't know how loud the sounds I was making. I just didn't care anymore. I only care about the familiar pressure building below my belly, tightening harder and harder. I could feel the climax approaching, and I was racing toward it with no way to hold it back.

My mouth parted in a silent scream as my insides detonated. My climax was aggressive and violent; each contraction felt intense and so bright that it nearly stopped my breath. I felt like I was in the center of a hurricane, spinning higher and higher until I reached the peak, suspended for abreathless moment, before gliding slowly back down to earth, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Liam's eyes turned dark. They locked on me, and whatever he saw seemed to push him over the edge. He thrust into my hands with urgency, his breath catching in rough grunts as his whole body shook, and then, with a final shudder, he let out a deep, guttural moan as he let go completely. His muscles tightened around my body.

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