Page 44 of Spiralling Skywards
I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head to the side, trying to convey in my expression that there was no way I was going to the toilet in front of him. He didn’t get it, he stood to the side, and gestured with his arm for me to step past him.
I looked around for something to cover myself with and found the T-shirt he’d been wearing. I felt like a cliché from one of my nan’s romance novels as I pulled it over my head, but when I stood up it fell almost to my knees, which left me feeling a lot less sexy than the women in the books probably did.
“Wait here until I’m done,” I warned him as I passed. His response was to grab me by my wrist and pull me back towards him. He kissed from the curve of my neck, around to my throat, my chin, and finally my mouth.
“You smell like me. I like it,” he said before kissing my mouth. It started soft, wet, and gentle but quickly escalated. His hands slid under the T-shirt and over my bare arse, and then he pulled me against him, grinding his hips into me. He was hard. I was naked beneath the T-shirt and having him grind against me felt so fucking good. My hands made their way across his chest, over his shoulders, and up to the back of his neck.
His tongue was in my mouth, his hands all over my body. It felt good, but I wanted more.
“I want you inside me again.”
“I thought you wanted the toilet?”
“That too.”
He rested his forehead against mine.
“Go do what you gotta do, I’ll join you in a minute.”
I looked down between us, his obvious erection was tenting the towel and my stomach did funny things when I thought about the fact that he’d been inside me, how good it had felt, and that very soon, we would do it all again.
“Go, Sarah, before I throw you on that bed and do what we’re both desperate for.”
I moved away quickly, used the toilet, washed my hands, and stepped under the shower. I didn’t have a hair tie with me so my hair got wet. Rather than leave it a damp mess, I tilted my head back and let the full force of the water hit me. I drew in a deep breath and tried to compose my thoughts. I didn’t get very far before his mouth was on my nipple and they became scattered.
He licked through my cleavage, up my throat and then dragged his teeth over my chin, all while his fingers tugged at each of my nipples. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his.
“I brought your shower gel, face cream, make-up wipe thingos, and your deodorant over, but I didn’t bring your shampoo, sorry.” He spoke into my neck as he licked and sucked water from my skin. The water was hot, the room steamy, and I wasn’t sure if it was that or just him that was making me feel light-headed.
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll just wet it, it doesn’t need washing.”
I watched as he bent and grabbed my shower gel before squeezing some into his hand.
“I didn’t get any washcloths either, I’ll just have to use my hands.”
I remained silent, simply because the only thing I was gonna manage was a moan or a sigh.
“Lift your arms.”
I did as he asked and watched as he rubbed the shower gel over my body and into my skin. He washed my arm pits, my shoulders, and down my arms. He washed my chest and my tits and carried on down my belly before dropping to his knees in front of me. He washed my feet and calves before moving up to my thighs, first the outside and then the inside.
He bent one of his legs and moved it out to the side, tapped my ankle and lifted it to rest my foot on his knee. His soapy hand stroked up and down first one thigh and then the other. Each time he stopped short of where I really wanted him to go, then he shocked the shit out of me by leaning forward and kissing me right below my belly button. He held on to my hips as his mouth kissed and sucked its way from one hip bone to the other. He leaned back and looked up at me. I had to hold on to his shoulders to stop myself from swaying.
I wrenched my gaze from his and instead followed the path his fingers took along the inside of my thigh. This time they didn’t stop. This time, his middle finger circled my clit, gently at first, then with a little more force. I remained still, fighting the desperate urge I had to move my hips in a rhythm that matched his finger.
Pleasure jolted through me as he moved his finger from my clit and pushed it inside my body. I lost control when he slid in a second, and my hips bucked forward. Desire coiled in my belly, hot water pelted my back and shoulders, and I felt panicked when he curled his fingers inside me and a tsunami of sensation rushed from my toes to my scalp.
“Liam,” I whispered. “Oh fuck, I can’t. I don’t know wha . . .” I couldn’t concentrate enough to arrange any more words into anything intelligible. My eyes met his, and he must’ve read the panic in them as he looked up at me.
“I know, pretty girl. I know. It’s okay. That’s your G spot. Is it too much, or does it feel good?”
I blinked rapidly a few times. G spot, so that was what all the fuss was about. Fuck me, now I got it.
“It’s, no. It’s nice but too much. It makes me swear.”
He laughed. On his knees, naked him in front of a naked me, and with two of his fingers still buried inside me, he laughed.
“Your G spot makes you swear?”
