Page 64 of Divine

We’re really doing this.

I poured myself a glass of wine, grateful that Liam went outside to give me some space. His energy was so high that it made me feel like I was floating. My nerves were shot, and my mind raced a thousand miles per hour as I downed the first glass of wine. I immediately poured another. We were really about to do this.

To help myself relax I decided to play some music. “All I Do” by Stevie Wonder flowed through the speakers, filling the room as I considered Liam’s words. Was this a door I wanted to open? Absolutely.

Fear about the fallout was outweighed by my natural desire to want to experience all he had to offer. Liam’s confessions about his feelings for me seemed to hit different lately. I think taking the time to open my eyes and really see him changed the way I viewed him.

This man was in love with me. All the signs were there. The crazy thing was, I was pretty sure that I was in love with him too. I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I wondered if I should get naked while I waited on him. I didn’t want him to think I was backing out. I thought about getting up to go find him, but he seemed to need space just as much as I did. Picking my phone up, I sent him a text letting him know I was serious about us crossing the line.

Me:

Thought about getting naked while I waited.

Liam:

I want to undress you.

That was settled. I finished my wine, stretching out across the bed, closing my eyes as I listened to SiR’s “John Redcorn.” When I heard the door open, I didn’t open my eyes. Liam’s nervous energy cloaked me, settling my own nerves.

“Let me see your phone,” he requested.

I moved over and picked my phone up from the nightstand before unlocking it and passing it to him. I never let anyone mess with my phone, but it felt safe to give it to Liam. It was Liam. Everything felt safer with him.

Cleo Sol’s “When I’m in Your Arms” started to play, causing a soft smile to creep onto my face. I pushed up on my elbows, watching as Liam shucked his plain black T-shirt over his head. My pussy thumped as my eyes took in every inch of him. I knew he was sexy as hell in clothes, but seeing him naked was a whole other experience. Tattoos decorated the cuts and creases of his torso, highlighting the most beautiful parts of him. I squeezed my thighs together, hoping to create enough friction to keep me from going crazy as he stripped down to a pair of plain black briefs.

“Aht, aht. Spread ’em, pretty girl. That’s my job now,” he said, licking his lips as his knees met the bed.

He didn’t say another word as he kneeled at my feet and removed my socks and kissed my feet. His tongue swirled around each of my toes, taking each one into his mouth one at a time and almost setting me on fire. He hoisted one of my feet and placed kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh before stopping and inhaling.

“Mm mm mm.”

He shook his head as he bypassed my shorts and sprinkled kisses up my stomach. He pushed my oversized T-shirt up to expose more of my skin. My shirt was over my head then the straps of my bra were over my shoulders before he latched onto one of my nipples. I whimpered weakly, raking my fingers through the thick carpet of waves on his head as he made my pussy leak without even touching her.

He paid equal and careful attention to each of my breasts, alternating between licking and sucking them like he had been deprived of a good meal for quite some time. The walls of my pussy clenched, craving to be filled with him. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against his torso, desperate to create some kind of friction because my girl was going in a frenzy.

“Liam, please,” I begged.

“Be good for me, pretty girl. Let me save the entrée for last.”

Thankfully, he took me out of my misery, sliding down and pushing my shorts and panties down over my hips as he lowered himself between my legs. The cool air teased the wetness that made a mess of me at this point. Using his hands, he spread my thighs, licking his lips as he looked at my pussy like it was fine art.

“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled.

Using the tip of his tongue to flick my clit before sucking it into his mouth gently, he was so careful, adding just the right amount of pressure. My back arched off the bed as he made slow circles on my clit with his tongue. Palming my ass with his hands, Liam pulled me further into his mouth, causing me to scream out in pleasure. A flood of moisture trickled down between my cheeks as my nerves frayed at the ends. Never had I ever cum from someone eating my pussy. It just didn’t happen. I almost blacked out when the feeling swept over me.

“Fuuuck, Liam,” I whimpered.

You think that was his cue to stop? I was helpless as he swept his tongue from my pulsing clit to my asshole in agonizingly slow passes. I moaned breathlessly and clawed at the sheets. I had to do something, anything to keep from losing my mind as he devoured me.

“You taste so fucking good, pretty girl. I can’t get enough,” he declared.

“Got damn, Liam!” I shouted, unable to contain myself anymore. Sitting up, I wrapped my entire body around his head, pulling his face further into my leaking center.

“Baby, this feels so good. I can’t take it, but please don’t stop.”

He didn’t speak or change his steady pace as he slurped and ate me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My body quaked as I rolled my hips, feeding him every drop of my pussy.

“I love you, Liam,” I cried.

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