Page 84 of Mostly Loathing You

As he traces his tongue over my navel, my stomach clenches instinctively. The lower he proceeds, the wetter I grow. He meanders further before pressing a gentle kiss against the patch of shaven skin just above my pussy. The anticipation overtakes me, but when he doesn’t proceed, I glare down at him despite my restricted ability to hold myself up.

“Calm down, killer. Patience…it’s a virtue, you know.” He grins before dipping his head downward, languidly dragging his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one fluid motion. My entire body tingles at the contact, but it quickly dies as he pulls away again.

“Liam!” I groan, borderline yelling.

“Is this you telling me you want to stop?” He raises a brow, clearly taunting me.

I’m kinda pissed that it’s working.

“No,” I grit through my teeth before allowing my head to crash back against the pillow.

“I’m not stopping. It’s apause.” Liam dips his tongue between my folds once more and I melt into the sensation. He pulls away again, causing me to tense. “I want you to keep count of when you come. Understand?”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me.”

He’s not wrong—I did hear him—but seriously?

“No, I heard you. I just…let’s be honest, it’s not hard to count to one.”

He pins me with a confused expression before standing up, abandoning what little hope I had to steer us away from talking as quickly as possible. Placing his hands on his hips, he just stares at me, a confused expression plaguing his face.

“What?”

“I can’t tell if that was a dig.”

“If what was a dig?”

“The orgasm thing.”

“What? No. I just meant I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a sitting before. My body just can’t do it. It’s not a you thing, it’s a me thing.”

Something in my words spurs him into action, his perplexed expression shifting into something akin to defiance. Determination, maybe?

“We’ll see about that.”

I want to tell him not to bother, that it’s not going to pan out the way he wants, but I kind of want to see him try and fail. He’s gotten awfully cocky lately.

The moment his tongue darts back over my clit, a jolt of electricity shoots through me. Fuck, that feels good. Helanguidly drags his tongue up and down before flicking it with precision over my clit.

It’s not that I question his ability to get me off—hell, he’s managed to do it on numerous occasions—but multiple times? Those are some lofty goals.

Every thought I have leaves my mind the second he envelopes my clit between his lips, sucking just hard enough to cause a guttural moan to fall from my mouth. Yanking at the tie holding my hands above my head, the restraint makes the sensations all the more consuming. I can’t escape it, although I can’t say I would try if I could.

My orgasm starts to build far sooner than I would hope it to. We’ve barely done anything, so if I come now, it’s over.

“Wait—” I try to halt him, but he only edges me further. The languid strokes of his tongue grow urgent, more frenzied. I gasp as I feel his tongue probe my entrance before being replaced with a finger. As he pushes a second inside me at the same moment he sucks my clit, I detonate like a bomb. The orgasm I’ve been fighting off envelopes me, and I’m consumed.

A tingling sensation overtakes me, the heady, euphoric state like being thrown off a cliff then staying suspended midair. My climax is so overwhelming I start to understand why they call themLittle Deaths.

Liam presses featherlight kisses along my thigh, lingering there for a moment to allow me to catch my breath.

“Hannah.” His commanding tone lets me know instantly what he’s asking.

“One,” I gasp out, earning a delicious grin in response.

“Good girl.”

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