Page 58 of Sugarlips
The world around us faded the moment his head disappeared between my legs. He tormented me with each stroking circle of his tongue, with each teasing lick and plunge of his finger into my pussy.
I bucked against him, entangling my fingers in his hair. “Liam,” I cried, his name a sigh on my lips. It was too good; I was too close. But I needed more. I wanted all of him. I needed his body pressing into mine as he filled me completely. I needed to come around him, while he pulsed inside of me. “Condom,” I gasped, reaching and clawing at his back.
“Not yet,” he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh at the backs of my thighs.
“Yes,now,” I cried. I couldn’t explain it, but I didn’t want to come without him. He paused, glancing up at me from between my legs. “Please,” I plead. “Now.”
I didn’t know if he saw the desperation in my face or if he didn’t want to wait another moment either, but he was quickly on his feet. Despite the long, thick bulge outlined against the denim of his pants, he undressed slowly, pulling a condom from his wallet before popping the button of his jeans.
My gaze followed as he languidly unzipped his pants and shoved them down his thick, muscled thighs. I gasped as he stood there an extra moment, allowing me to take all of him in. His gorgeous cock was hard and straight, thick with veins.
My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn’t breathe as I stared at him. He was gorgeous—and not just his perfect cock. He was gorgeouseverywhere. “Do you not have any flaws?” I asked in a moment of brave honesty.
He chuckled, arching a chestnut brown brow in my direction. “You’re one to talk.”
I sat straighter on the cot, spreading my legs and gripping his hips. I gave him a tug, pulling him between my thighs so that his erection lined up with my mouth. Closer, my bare nipples brushed his thighs, the short burst of friction sending my nerve endings into overdrive.
A fierce shiver tremored through him as I reached out and gripped him. His swollen length filled my palm, heavy with need and his groan was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. My pussy pulsed and I felt so powerful. So desired.
He hissed against a sharp breath as I stroked him from root to tip, then slowly, I flattened my tongue against the underside of his broad, thick shaft. Hollowing my cheeks, I drew his head into my mouth and took him to the back of my throat. His grunt filled the room, and I swallowed against the pressure of him filling my mouth and throat until I heard him curse above me. Then and only then did I pull back, withdrawing him from my lips and pumping him back in.
“Shit, Chloe,” he breathed, his fingers gently raking through the strands of my hair, brushing them back from my face. I gripped his hips harder and bobbed over his cock, slurping him harder and faster.
“Slow… down…” he panted and I dragged my tongue over his head a final time before releasing him from the seal of my lips.
I took the condom, still gripped in his hand, and tore it open, carefully sheathing his length with latex.
I slid myself back on the cot and Liam followed, crawling on top of me, careful to prop his weight on his elbows above me and pressing his hips between mine. I pulsed against the thick erection that nestled between my legs, and swallowed a moan as my nerves fired against the pressure and slick intimate contact.
His mouth covered mine in another kiss, maneuvering my lips with the firm movement of his own. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about this?” he asked, his voice thick like honey.
“Probably as much as I have,” I answered.
“I very much doubt that.” A sexy grin spread along his face and he shook his head, flexing his hips slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure to my clit. My head fell back against the pillow as the air rushed from my lungs. “For years, I thought about you,” he continued. “Wondered where you were, what you were doing. I would remember that kiss we shared in high school and touch myself, imagining what a night with you would be like.”
I swallowed against the lump stuck at the back of my throat. I lifted my hands to either side of his face as he nudged his pelvis closer, wedging his cock at my opening. “I’ve always been right here… you could have come to me at any time.”
He shook his head slowly, but didn’t say anything more. Maybe because we both knew what I’d said wasn’t true. Yes, I’d been here in Maple Grove, but I’d been far from available. And while Tasmanian Chloe was a lot of things… she was not a cheater. “Well, I hope I can live up to the fantasy,” I replied.
He dipped his mouth to brush a kiss at my jaw. “Fantasy Chloe Dyker doesn’t even hold a candle to the real you,” he said.
Time stood still between us, and we were suspended there, nose to nose. “Just tonight,” I whispered and this time it was quite possibly more of a reminder just to myself.
“Just tonight,” he repeated. With a flick of his hips, he pushed inside of me. I gasped, my body stretching and adjusting to his thick girth. He groaned, the sinews of his back flexing as I dragged my hands across them. “The real you is so much better thananythingI could have imagined.”
Tears stung the back of my eyes as I skimmed my fingertips across his stubbled jaw. “You are perfect,” I whispered as he thrust slowly and deeply inside of me.
His mouth brushed across mine. “A wise woman told me: perfection doesn’t exist.” His withdrawal was slow and languorous.
“Maybe not,” I agreed and bent my knees. Planting my feet on the cot, I used the leverage to push my hips higher, thrusting deeper against him, and we both groaned. “But Liam Evans is the closest I’ve ever seen.”
He linked his fingers into mine and pulled my arms above my head, pinning me there to the bed as his hips set a steady, sensual pace, gliding in and out of me. A stream of apricot light spilled into the room from the window near the desk. The golden hue sliced across Liam’s face, catching against a single bead of sweat gliding down his temple. He was downright breathtaking.
I clung to his hands while wriggling and pulsing against his hard body as he sped up his rhythm, rotating his hips in hard, measured strokes.
He bent and latched his lips to my nipple, sucking hard, as panting gasps tumbled from my trembling lips. Hands clasped, mouths possessing each other’s, we exploded in frenzied movement. Consumed by our hunger for each other, we gripped and pounded, clawing and thrusting feverishly. No amount of closeness was close enough.
He shifted my hands so that he could hold both of them above my head with one of his while reaching the other down between our bodies.
