overheated skin as she rocked her hips, moving to a steady rhythm, grinding her wet pussy against my hand.
My jaw tensed with the effort of self-restraint as I watched her long, supple breasts swaying with her movements, savoring her desperate moans that now bordered on orgasmic in tone.
The effect was entrancing and mind-blowingly erotic.
Refocusing on her pleasure , I dipped my head again, then laved, and laved, and laved, and laved at her clit, enjoying the feel of her heated moisture scorching the tip of my tongue, the pad of my finger still pressing against her sweet spot.
Gasping , she fisted my hair in her hands and pushed my head farther between her thighs.
A strong surge of satisfaction tore through my veins and I fucked her mercilessly with my tongue even as the convulsions wracked her entire body.
T hick rivulets of cream seeped out of her sex.
My hands skimmed upward, holding her trembling breasts against the aftershocks as I lapped up the hot creaminess of her release, then slowed the stroke of my tongue, gently caressing in sweet waves, easing her back down.
It was some time before Vivian was able to stop quivering.
I sat up and gathered her soft and pliant body into my arms, holding her in the silence, waiting until her breaths came in shallow succession.
Gently, I turned her chin so she had no choice b ut to face me.
I saw tears trapped in her lashes.
“Viv,” I whispered, pressing my lips to her dampened eyelids. “You okay?”
She nodded, bit ing down on those luscious red lips. “Did I?”
I stole a quick kiss. “You did.”
“ Liam?” she murmured softly, gazing into my eyes.
“Yeah?” I prompted.
Her voice took on a coy inflection . “I really like this armchair. It was money well spent.”
Chapter Eleven
Vivian
I waited for apprehension to fill me. It didn’t.
I waited for regret to fill me. It didn’t.
The pleasure I’d felt was so acute, so intense, s o new to me, and so overwhelming.
I felt weak in his arms, and f or a little while we didn’t move from the leather armchair. Breathing heavily, we traded the same air back and forth between us as we watched the subtle shifts of the flickering candlelight play across the ceiling.
Me—buck naked, and Liam—fully clothed.
So not fair.
Liam bent his head and pressed a tender kiss to the valley between my breasts.
A bittersweet tingle remained between my thighs where his tongue had loved me with such mouthwatering adoration. Liam was not a man who believed in rushing his pleasures.
Sweet and tender, he’d taken his time with me until I was lost in the raw moments of passion—blissful, all-consuming passion—rather than my nerves.
Sated and contented, I breathed out a soft sigh.
Gazing into my eyes , Liam tucked an errant strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers strong and yet so gentle against my skin.
“Thank you,” I said , feeling a rush of emotion.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist, gathering me close.
Smiling, I relaxed and curled into him, letting his body heat seep through my skin and warm me inside and out.
A sense of peace and rightness settled over me.
He studied me for an intense second and his voice was hesitant when he spoke. “Was it good for you?”
I felt the heat of a blush scorch my cheeks. “I had no idea it would feel like ... like that.”
“Like what?” he asked, running his hands down my hips and over my thighs.
I closed my eyes and my voice was dreamy when I spoke. “Feel so … so loved.”
When I opened my eyes, Liam held my gaze. Warmth transferred between us along with a reminder of just how intimate we’d been on this leather armchair.
He dropped a kiss on the bridge of my nose. “Good,” he said. “I wanted to make you feel loved.”
My heart swelled in my chest at his words.
He wanted to make me feel loved .
I couldn’t remember Brody ever wanting to do that
My jaw tensed with the effort of self-restraint as I watched her long, supple breasts swaying with her movements, savoring her desperate moans that now bordered on orgasmic in tone.
The effect was entrancing and mind-blowingly erotic.
Refocusing on her pleasure , I dipped my head again, then laved, and laved, and laved, and laved at her clit, enjoying the feel of her heated moisture scorching the tip of my tongue, the pad of my finger still pressing against her sweet spot.
Gasping , she fisted my hair in her hands and pushed my head farther between her thighs.
A strong surge of satisfaction tore through my veins and I fucked her mercilessly with my tongue even as the convulsions wracked her entire body.
T hick rivulets of cream seeped out of her sex.
My hands skimmed upward, holding her trembling breasts against the aftershocks as I lapped up the hot creaminess of her release, then slowed the stroke of my tongue, gently caressing in sweet waves, easing her back down.
It was some time before Vivian was able to stop quivering.
I sat up and gathered her soft and pliant body into my arms, holding her in the silence, waiting until her breaths came in shallow succession.
Gently, I turned her chin so she had no choice b ut to face me.
I saw tears trapped in her lashes.
“Viv,” I whispered, pressing my lips to her dampened eyelids. “You okay?”
She nodded, bit ing down on those luscious red lips. “Did I?”
I stole a quick kiss. “You did.”
“ Liam?” she murmured softly, gazing into my eyes.
“Yeah?” I prompted.
Her voice took on a coy inflection . “I really like this armchair. It was money well spent.”
Chapter Eleven
Vivian
I waited for apprehension to fill me. It didn’t.
I waited for regret to fill me. It didn’t.
The pleasure I’d felt was so acute, so intense, s o new to me, and so overwhelming.
I felt weak in his arms, and f or a little while we didn’t move from the leather armchair. Breathing heavily, we traded the same air back and forth between us as we watched the subtle shifts of the flickering candlelight play across the ceiling.
Me—buck naked, and Liam—fully clothed.
So not fair.
Liam bent his head and pressed a tender kiss to the valley between my breasts.
A bittersweet tingle remained between my thighs where his tongue had loved me with such mouthwatering adoration. Liam was not a man who believed in rushing his pleasures.
Sweet and tender, he’d taken his time with me until I was lost in the raw moments of passion—blissful, all-consuming passion—rather than my nerves.
Sated and contented, I breathed out a soft sigh.
Gazing into my eyes , Liam tucked an errant strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers strong and yet so gentle against my skin.
“Thank you,” I said , feeling a rush of emotion.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist, gathering me close.
Smiling, I relaxed and curled into him, letting his body heat seep through my skin and warm me inside and out.
A sense of peace and rightness settled over me.
He studied me for an intense second and his voice was hesitant when he spoke. “Was it good for you?”
I felt the heat of a blush scorch my cheeks. “I had no idea it would feel like ... like that.”
“Like what?” he asked, running his hands down my hips and over my thighs.
I closed my eyes and my voice was dreamy when I spoke. “Feel so … so loved.”
When I opened my eyes, Liam held my gaze. Warmth transferred between us along with a reminder of just how intimate we’d been on this leather armchair.
He dropped a kiss on the bridge of my nose. “Good,” he said. “I wanted to make you feel loved.”
My heart swelled in my chest at his words.
He wanted to make me feel loved .
I couldn’t remember Brody ever wanting to do that
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