Page 68 of Summertime Friends

He takes a step back.

“Emerson,” Liam groans. “Is that what you want?”

I nod.

“Use your words. Tell me, is that what you want.” Liam is dragging a finger between us lazily up my thigh and over my center. The fabric of my underwear being a terrible barrier, I know he can feel how achingly ready I already am. He smirks.

“Yes.”

Slipping two fingers into the waistband, he pulls them down. I raise each foot one at a time, and he throws my underwear to the side.

Liam returns to my body, on his knees, kissing up my right leg, lingering a kiss right on my hip; he pushes my legs apart. Running his hands up my outer thighs, the need inside of me is becoming uncontrollable.

A short and sweet beg leaves my mouth. “Please.”

He lets out a laugh, and then his mouth is on me. Liam licks me from back to front. He acts like he didn’t have anything for dinner, and I’m it.

Liam picks up his pace deliberately, I’m wet and burning frantically, and then he stops. Liam removes his mouth and replaces it with his fingers. One. Then two. As he glides his fingers in and out of me, he tries to lock his gaze with mine, but my head is thrown back.

“Look at me, Emerson,” he demands. “You said this view was better. Watch me with those pretty green eyes indulge in this pretty pussy of yours.”

I look down at him.

“What do you want?” He’s wearing a smug grin. His lips glisten.

Barely able to communicate, I try to get out, “Mouth. Both,” but it comes out short and quick. He interrupts my nonsense and starts devouring me again. The combination of his tongue and finger brings me over the edge.

“Liam!” I curse out his name.

He doesn’t stop.

Liam waits to remove his mouth until every wave of my orgasm is nursed out of me. He stands and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on him.

“You, my darling States, are mouthwatering,” Liam says.

My mouth is back on his, ready for more—ready for all of him. I drop my hand between us and stroke him. His hands come to my bra, reaching around to the back; he unclasps it and tosses it to the floor.

Still kissing, Liam walks us backward until my legs bump against the bed. I climb onto it, leaning up on my knees. My hands move to his shirt, making quick work of the buttons. At the same time, his mouth is exploring me. He kisses my chin, the side of my neck, and behind my ear, working his way from one side to the next. His kisses travel down to my chest, above my breast, as I reach for his belt.

Pulling back, he removes his pants and underwear. Maybe it’s the lighting, or perhaps it is just him, but he’s cut enough that the V dips right into his. . . my eyes flare.

He’s definitely muscular, large. . . and hard.

“I warned you,” he says, recalling our conversation in Lisbon when he saved me from falling.

Liam’s eyes roam the entirety of my body, now laid out on the bed. The reality of being completely naked in front of him hits me, and for a moment, I’m embarrassed. Quickly, I cover my stomach and body. Not wanting him to see my curves and not flat stomach.

Liam leans over me, reaching and taking hold of my wrists. “Never hide from me. You are beautiful. Every. Part. Of. You. There is nothing about you that you should be ashamed of.” Liam’s strong, sweet, and affirming gaze makes me feel as if I’m the only person in the world who matters to him.

“I’ll try,” I reply simply.

He leaves me with a smile before turning around and heading to the bathroom. He’s rummaging through his toiletry bag and then returns with a condom in hand. Standing in front of me, I let my eyes look and absorb all of him. As I watch him, I hear foil ripping, and he rolls the condom on.

The nice moment we shared seconds ago is gone. Liam is on top of me, positioned between my legs, the tip of him rubbing between me.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Liam tells me.

“It won’t be.”

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