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I savor her, every sweet slick inch of her, my lips and tongue devouring, mapping, and memorizing.My fingers glide through her folds, spreading her open for me so I can take more, taste deeper.Because this isn’t just need—it’s possession.Love.And I’m never letting her forget she’s mine.
I close my mouth over her clit, sucking her into a dizzying rush, and the sound she makes damn near undoes me.My tongue dips deeper, coaxing her open, while my thumb circles her clit where I know she needs it most.
Her body goes tight, trembling beneath my hands, and then she breaks—shattering apart around me, every nerve firing as she cries out her release.I don’t stop.I can’t.I lap up every last tremor, holding her thighs wide when she tries to twist away, dragging out every second of her pleasure until she’s gasping and fluttering against my tongue.
Only then, do I ease the rhythm, slower, gentler, kissing and stroking her like she’s the most important thing I’ve ever touched.Every flick of my tongue makes her whimper, sends her drifting higher into that starry haze.
I press one last kiss against her swollen clit, my chest heaving, my mouth wet with her.“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with reverence and want.“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
ChapterFourteen
AVA
Ifeel untethered, like gravity has given up on me, as Liam crawls up my body and settles close.His mouth is damp from me, his eyes heavy-lidded, every inch of him wrecked and gorgeous.I want more.Need more.
“My turn,” I whisper, needing him more than even I expect.He doesn’t argue, just leans back against the pillows taking me with him, watching me like he’s been waiting years for this moment.
His pants are already low on his hips, his cock peeking out of the waistband.With shaking hands, I push his pants, and his boxer briefs all the way down and off, my breath stuttering when he springs free.I’d felt him through the fabric of his pants earlier when he had me pressed up against the door, but nothing has prepared me for Liam in the flesh.He’s thick and huge, and seeing him like this—hard, veiny, pulsing in my hand—is staggering.
His cock is long and hard, the head red and swollen and already leaking with his pre-come.
I freeze for a second, staring, almost overwhelmed.He is…God, he is beautiful.The kind of sight that could undo a girl.
An unsteady laugh slips out of me as heat floods my face.“My God, Liam,” I breath, then lick my lips, daring to glance up at him.“Can I…taste you?”
The question comes out softer as my sanity rushes back just enough to remind me that this is new, that I’ve never wanted anyone badly enough to ask this before.
“Please, baby,” he groans.“Do anything you want to me.I promise you I’ll love it all.”
So, I do, leaning over him, heart racing, running my tongue lightly around the swollen crown.He tastes like salt and heat.My fingers curl around his length, stroking his thick, slick shaft as I tease the drop of arousal that’s gathered there.His groan rumbles deep, his eyes locked on me, wild and desperate, like I’m playing with fire, and he’s seconds from losing control.
And God, I want that.I want to watch Liam unravel.I want to know what he looks like when he comes.I want all of it.
I tighten my grip and stroke him slowly, savoring the weight of him in my hand.Then I lean down to lick away the fresh bead of his pre-come that slips free, greedy for more.
“Ava,” he groans, his voice rough and undone as he clutches the sheets.The muscles in his arms and chest are straining to keep himself from falling over the edge into his climax.The sight making me dizzy with the knowledge that I have this beautiful man coming apart under my mouth.
I close my lips around the head, sliding down as far as I can, taking him deep until he hits the back of my throat.He’s too thick, too much for any throat to handle all the way, but I do my best to swallow every inch I can get.I suck harder, my hand wrapping around the base, stroking in rhythm as I focus my tongue on the swollen crown.
Liam’s moans vibrate above me, his hips flexing, his big hand sliding into my hair to guide me up and down his cock.The weight of him in my mouth, and the taste of him on my tongue is everything until he rasps, “Baby.I’m going to come down that sweet throat of yours if you keep that up and I’m not ready for this to be over.”
I smirk, releasing his cock from my lips before he pulls me to his mouth for a desperate, needy kiss.“Do you want this, Ava?”Liam asks, rolling me over so he’s leaning over me.“Are you ready?Because you know once I’m inside you, that’s it.No turning back.You’re mine and that isn’t going to change.”
The words slam into me, real and terrifying and perfect all at once.My pulse stutters, my chest tightens, but underneath it all a wild thrill coils low in my belly.I should be scared, but all I can think is yes.Yes, I want this.Yes, I want him.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him as he drags the blunt head of his cock between my soaking wet folds, teasing me.
“I’m clean, Ave.You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?”
“I know, Liam.Please do it.”
There’s a glean in his turquoise eyes when his gaze flicks up to mine, something hungry and claiming before he’s pushing forward, slow and steady, stretching me open inch by massive inch.
“My God, baby,” he rasps.“You feel so fucking good.”
Every nerve in my body fires, the pleasure too much and not enough all at once.He bottoms out with a groan, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us shaking.Then he stills, buried inside me, giving me a second to breathe, to adjust, to feel every hard, pulsing inch of him.
“You’re doing so good.You fit me perfectly, baby,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit.He works me in slow, deliberate circles as he rocks into me.The stretch so overwhelming, sparks dance up my spine.
