Page 31 of Fall for You (Flirting with Forever 4)

Another swipe of my tongue and she loses it, writhing against my mouth, the sounds of her release echoing around my kitchen.

Fuck, yes.

She lies there, unmoving for a few moments, her hands over her head, almost like she can’t believe what just happened. “Holy shit, Liam.”

I help her sit up and draw her naked body into my arms. She wraps her legs around me again, and I lift her off the island, taking quick strides back to my bedroom.

I deposit her on the center of the bed, climbing on after her. We both roll to our sides, facing each other. My fingers brush a few locks of hair away from her face, and when my hand comes to rest on her hip, my fingers squeeze into the flesh.

She smiles at me, leaning forward to nip at my chin. “What do you say we do this in a bed for once?”

I chuckle. “I don’t care where so long as I can have you.”

She pushes me on my back and hovers over me before giving me a soft, slow, seductive kiss. It takes everything I have not to rear right up off the bed when she takes my dick in her hand, calmly stroking me. She slides her thumb over the bead of moisture at the tip right before she completely surprises me by bending down and taking me into her mouth.

The feel of her lush lips circling the crown, her tongue licking me like my erection is a damn lollipop, is possibly the best thing ever. She stops for a moment just to give me a tiny smirk and a wink, but then takes me deep into her mouth. Her head bobs, and she swirls her tongue, pumping her hand at the base, effortlessly whipping me into wildness.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a woman’s mouth on me, and I feel out of control, half mad with it. “Fuck, baby, that feels so damn good.” My body shudders and jerks, and I wonder if this is all about to be over before we’ve even begun.

My eyes drift shut for a few seconds while I try to maintain some sense of control. A growl rumbles in my chest, which gets her full attention. The shine in her eyes lets me know that if her lips weren’t still wrapped around my cock, she’d be smiling. “Quinn.” My breathing is ragged. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Her mouth slides off me with a pop and she smiles. “I like that idea.”

Chapter 18

Quinn

I’m feeling a little drunk on the power I had over Liam with his cock in my mouth. Knowing I’d just brought him right to the brink before he stopped me, feeling the way his body had tensed up, his muscles taut and under strain, tells me yep, this girl’s still got it.

Thinking I’m in complete control, I throw my leg over his waist to climb on top of him, but he catches it and tosses me onto my back. I laugh out a little shriek at the surprise of it. But then his mouth clamps down on my nipple, and suddenly nothing seems funny at all. He nudges his way between my thighs and lines up with my entrance before driving inside me in one possessive stroke.

He’s bigger than I’m used to and the initial entry takes my breath away, just like it had the first two times we’d been together. After a few seconds, my body adjusts, accommodating him. I pant softly as I curl towards him, tilting my hips to allow him deeper.

He groans, and because his mouth is still teasing my nipple, the vibration it causes sends a swift rush of heat right to my center. I’m so wet I can practically hear it with every stroke into me. My face heats, and I whimper, my body suddenly out of control. He’s got me wound up, and everything he’s doing feels so good I think I might just melt like an ice cream cone on a hot day. I need to come. I’m right on the razor’s edge, hovering, knowing it’s. Right. There.

Liam slows, edging back, grasping my legs. His muscles ripple and flex, on full display as he continues. In. Out. In. Out. I swallow and try to breathe normally. I can’t. I claw at the sheets as the pressure builds.

His brows lift. “Tell me what you need.”

My eyes lock on his. “Touch me,” I gasp.

His fingers find my clit and rub for no more than five seconds before I teeter and fall, the orgasm rushing through me like white lightning.

Before I’ve even had a chance to recover, Liam settles his body over mine, stealing another hot kiss and all my breath.

I’m being consumed by him. And I love it.

My hands grip his ass and urge him to take me faster. No words are needed between us as he powers into me, fucking the daylights out of me. With a rough groan he pushes deep, throws his head back, and comes hard.

Oh, man. That was satisfying as hell.

A while later, we’re lying in the bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, my leg casually draped across his. He’s got one arm around my waist, securing me

to him, and his fingers drift up and down my side in lazy strokes.

“So, you’ve told me that you live with your mom. How’d that happen?”

I shift my head so our eyes meet. Time for pillow talk. I don’t know if I’m good at this part. “Well, I moved into an apartment after college for several years, but with everything Mom has to do with the bakery, and then the trouble she’s having with arthritis in her wrist, it just made sense to move in and help her.”

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