Page 192 of Between Secrets and Obsession
“How did you pull this off? I never saw you leave.” I saunter to him and place my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.
“I know people,” he whispers and grabs a handful of my ass. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, you know that?”
Butterflies dance in the pit of my stomach as Liam leads me to the couch and pours us both a glass of champagne.
“What’s the special occasion?” I ask with an eyebrow popped as I take a sip.
“You,” he quips, setting down his glass on the table before we sit on the couch, laughing as we kick off our shoes. I snag a chocolate-covered strawberry and moan when I take a bite. It’s so delicious.
Liam lets out a hearty laugh, watching me.
“This is amazing, babe. Be careful, I might get used to this type of treatment.”
Leaning over, he kisses me on my shoulder and trails his lips up to my mouth.
“Mmm,” he hums.
“Can you taste the strawberry?” I whisper.
“No, but I can taste you.” The husk in his voice has goose bumps trailing up and down my arms. Before I can reply, his lips are against mine, and I struggle to unbutton his suit jacket. Eventually, it comes off, and I yank his tie, forcing him closer as he leans into me.
“I have an idea for this.” I wrap the red silk around my hand and watch something swirl behind Liam’s eyes. He doesn’t say a word as he removes it from around his neck and places it over the back of the couch. Standing, he gives me his hand and lifts me. With one swift movement, I’m in his arms, then he grabs the tie. I want him, all of him, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
He’s teasing and taking his time with me, driving me wild. He sets me down on the plush floor in the bedroom. Double-paned windows give an incredible view of the lake. Honestly, there’s not a bad spot in this entire little cabin.
Carefully, he slides his fingers behind my back and unzips my dress until it falls to the ground in a puddle around my feet. My breath quickens when he unsnaps my bra.
“A red thong,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna have to keep this.”
I grin. “It was for you anyway.”
Looping his fingers over the thin material that holds the panties to my hips, he tugs and snaps them off my body, causing me to gasp. His hands move down my side, then between my legs until he’s circling my clit. I hang on to him, ready to shatter beneath his touch as he slides a finger inside me. A throaty moan escapes me as he pulls away, and I frown at the loss of his touch.
“Fuck, Mads. You’re soaking wet,” he says, then places his finger between his lips. “You taste better than strawberries.”
Liam grabs the tie and carefully places it over my eyes and wraps it around my head so I can’t see a thing. My breathing is erratic as he drops to his knees.
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and devours me. His tongue flicks and twirls against my clit, and at any moment, I’ll lose my balance. Then, just like that, he pulls away and stops. He pushes me slightly until the back of my legs hit the mattress, and I fall against it. He grabs my ass and shifts me closer to the edge of the bed.
“This is much better,” he whispers against my skin, placing light kisses along my inner thighs before he returns to his place of solitude. With my hands in fists, I grab the comforter, knowing the orgasm is building fast and hard. It’s obvious Liam knows it too because when my back arches, he increases his pace, waging war on my pussy with his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes…Liam,” I breathe out, my entire body seizing as I fall deeper.
“Come on my tongue, baby,” Liam demands. “I can tell you’re close.”
Deep groans release from me as the orgasm nearly catapults me into a different dimension. I’m floating before I fall back to reality. My eyes flutter open, exhilaration courses through my veins, and I pull off the makeshift blindfold and peer at him with an insatiable amount of want and need. He stands, then leans over my body, guiding his hand to my breast and playing with my nipple ring. Resting against the mattress as he devours my lips, I can taste my arousal on him.
Straightening up, Liam starts to undress, but I stand to help him, wobbly on my feet. I unclasp and unzip his pants before pushing them down with his boxers.
Then he’s naked and hard in my palm. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I take his length into my mouth, paying extra close attention to the tip as I gently massage his balls. His head rollsback as he lets out animalistic grunts. My goal is to pleasure him like he’s mother fucking royalty, not leaving an inch of his cock unworshipped.
Liam runs his fingers through my hair, and I push away to look up at him.
“I need to feel you more than I need to breathe,” he growls, tracing my jaw with his thumb. Before he can command me, I move up the bed, giving him space to come to me.
Slowly, he enters me, and I adjust my body to take all of him. I finally went and saw my doctor after Sophie and Lennon scolded me about it, which I knew was the smart thing to do. Getting on birth control means we don’t have to frantically find a condom. His width and length nearly break me in two as he takes it slow and steady, making love to me, not fucking me like a weekend pleasure. Though, we’ve shared several of those moments. But right now, it’s different. It’s personal and intense, the pure emotion releasing from my breathless pants. I scratch my fingernails down his back as he pounds into me, giving me everything he has, and though I’ve got all of him, I want more. Ineedmore of him.
“Liam, more,” I whisper. Another orgasm begs to take hold, building, ready to spill over, and then I lose all control, which only encourages him to continue. I’m nearly blinded by passion, by love, byhim. It’s so strong, I can barely breathe, but my feelings for Liam have always felt overpowering. With an arched back, I ride the wave, never wanting to lose the high he brings me to.
