Chapter 22 James

All thoughts leapt from James' mind, except for the thought of getting Liana naked in his bed as soon as possible. He reached underneath Liana's legs, pulling her up as he stood so that he could carry her across the room. In his haste, he knocked over the dining chair. Not bothering to pick it up, he speed-walked as fast as he could across the living room. All blood fully rushing south now to his dick, he threw open the door to his bedroom and set Liana down so he could strip off his shirt. He didn't miss the look of pure lust that crossed her face as she took in his broad chest, his subtly defined abs.

His confidence skyrocketing — this woman truly wanted him, and he had to let his mind accept it — he pinned her against the closed bedroom door and brought his mouth to hers. She opened eagerly for him, letting their tongues twist together. When she brought the tip of her tongue against his lips, he closed his mouth around it and sucked, and she moaned. Impossibly, his dick grew harder. Knowing the moans she made from just his kisses and his fingers, he wouldn't be able to handle a single sound that she made when he did anything else.

He pulled her tennis dress down her body, with practiced ease this time. At the sight of her pink nipples, his cock jerked angrily, demanding to thrust into her, to claim her. He finished pulling her dress and thong down her legs, and she kicked them off.

She stood completely bare before him. God, she was beautiful. He let his gaze travel down her body, starting with those big blue eyes and full lips. Her cheeks were rosy — with lust and, he thought, probably a twinge of shyness, now that he had seen all of her twice and she hadn't seen him yet. The sight of her naked while he was clothed turned him on. Fuck, look at her perfect breasts. Those hardened nipples were going to feel incredible pressed against him.

His gaze landed on her stomach, where she had two surgical scars, one a pink crooked line extending upward from her belly button, the other a thin white mark near her hip. She'd been so ashamed of them earlier, worried that they marred her skin. If he were being honest, he found them barely noticeable. They certainly did nothing to distract from her beauty, from the crazy way he wanted her.

But he knew they made her self-conscious, and he had the sudden urge to show her how much he loved them, these visible proofs of her bravery, symbols of the unexpected twists in her life that had led her to him. He knelt in front of her and brought his lips to her stomach, kissing gently up the bigger scar. Her breath caught in surprise. He flicked his tongue across the smaller scar on her hip and then kissed it.

Glancing upward, he found her eyeing him curiously. "You're beautiful, Liana," he said softly. "Every part of you. Every inch of your body turns me on. I'm so hard for you right now. I've been dreaming of this for weeks. Dreaming of touching you, tasting you."

He dipped his face between her legs and swept the flat of his tongue all the way across her slit ending at her clit. God, tasting her was even better than he'd dreamed of, especially when he heard the little scream she let out.

"You taste good," he growled, and then sucked her nub into his mouth. She gasped. He suckled on her clit a few times and then flicked his tongue across it. He licked up and down, back and forth, in small circles, each time learning what she liked, what made her moan. He drew in an S shape across her sensitive flesh, and her knees buckled.

"Please," she cried, clawing at his hair. "It's too much."

He stopped licking to angle his head and look up at her, his lips glistening with her wetness. "Oh, baby, I'm just getting started." He quickly thrust his tongue into her as far as it would go, and she screamed.

In one fluid movement, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and then stood up, bringing her with him. He held the bottoms of her thighs, his face still buried in her folds. His tongue pumping in and out of her, he walked slowly across the room until he felt his shin touch his bed. He bent his knees carefully, his mouth still on her, and then lowered her onto her back in the middle of his bed. He glanced at her, laid out like a feast for him in the middle of his bed. She was smiling, one eyebrow raised.

"That was smooth, Alonso. I'm impressed," she said, and he couldn't help the flash of pride in his chest. He resumed his licks and sucks of her clit, gaining confidence each time she writhed on the bed.

She fisted the sheets now, crying out with every twist of his tongue. His cock was impossibly hard, and he felt every noise she made deep in his bones. He decided that even if he didn't get to be inside her today, this would still be the single best sexual experience of his life. He hoped it was the same for her, and he put every ounce of effort into each lick and suck.

She was screaming now, her hips bucking with each movement of his tongue. He could sense that she was close. He slipped a finger inside her, and she cried out. He added a second finger, and the effect was immediate. As she cried his name, she shattered apart. He felt her orgasm, felt her clit pulse under his tongue, her pussy squeezing his fingers. He let her ride her climax, continuing his licks until she went limp under him.

He rose up on all fours and pushed his way up the bed to lie next to her. She seemed incapable of forming words. After a second, in which she stared dazedly at the ceiling, she finally said, "That was — wow."

James couldn't help his smirk of smug male satisfaction. "Good?"

She rolled her eyes and batted at him playfully. "You know it was."

He tucked one arm under his head and let a cocky smile play across his lips. "I just wanted to hear you say that."

"Bastard," she muttered playfully. "Your turn." Before James could register her words, Liana was rolling his shorts and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, the head falling heavily onto his stomach. Liana eyed it hungrily and licked her lips. Precum dripped onto him, and James thought he could probably come just from her looking at his dick the way she was.

Without warning, Liana dropped down and took the head of his cock into her mouth. James hissed. She licked his precum, then sucked him in slowly, inch by inch, until he felt himself hit the back of her throat. "Fuck!" he yelled. She withdrew slightly, then brought her head down again, sucking him harder this time. James gritted his teeth. He'd never felt anything as good as this.

Liana continued sucking him deeply, hollowing her cheeks with each bob of her head. "Fuck, baby," James encouraged her. "You're so fucking good at this."

She drew him even deeper into her throat, and he let out a strangled cry. "Oh, God, Liana. It's too good. Okay, you'd better not keep doing that or I'm going to come now, before I get a chance to fuck you the way I want to." He made no move to stop her, though, mostly because he wasn't sure his limbs were even capable of movement at this point.

She let out a noise that sounded almost bemused, and then sucked him even harder. Was she trying to get him to blow his load right now? Suddenly, his mind cleared enough to tell him this wasn't how he wanted to come.

"Oh no you don't," laughed James, lifting Liana off of him and tossing her softly back onto the bed. Now it was her turn for a self-confident smirk.

James kissed her and then sat back on his heels, reaching into his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a strip of condoms, tore one off, and held it up to her. "Do you want to?" he asked softly.

She nodded. "Yes, so badly. Do you?"

"Never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life," he said through gritted teeth, and he meant it.

He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his shaft while she eyed him greedily. Kissing her deeply, he bent to lie on top of her, resting his weight on one elbow while he brought his other hand between her legs. Pumping a finger into her core once, he found her impossibly wet and ready for him.

He lined himself up and pushed in, just the tip. They both groaned. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he withdrew and then pushed into her again, inch by inch, hanging onto his self-control by a thread. By the time he was fully seated inside her, they were both breathing heavily.

James stilled and brought his forehead to Liana's. "You good?"

"Amazing," she replied quickly. "You?"

"Already the best sex of my life." He knew, somewhere in his brain, that he was coming on too strong, but she felt too good, and he couldn't get himself to give a fuck about anything but the feel of her pussy around him, the sight of the beautiful girl laid out underneath him.

Sparing her the obligation to answer his too-honest admission, James brought his lips to Liana's and kissed her soundly as he started to move in her, slowly at first, noticing the way Liana's breath caught with each thrust. Damn, he needed to focus on something else, or he was going to come in ten seconds, like a teenager. Think about anything other than Liana. Think about… sports. Pickleball? No; Liana plays pickleball. A different sport? Baseball. Yes, baseball. With each thrust, James tried to name a Marlins player. Unfortunately, he quickly ran out of players to name, despite having just been to a Marlins game days before.

Giving up on distracting himself, James gave in fully to the feel of being in Liana. Nothing ever felt so good physically, it was true, but more strikingly, he'd never felt so connected to another person.

"You're perfect, baby," he whispered between kisses and thrusts. "So beautiful. So sexy. So wet for me." She felt her hums of pleasure against his lips as he spoke.

He moved faster now, and she met him thrust for thrust, the sounds of their skin slapping together. One hand roved over her, exploring that beautiful body tight beneath him. She encouraged him, telling him how incredible he felt in her as she roamed her hand across his abs, his back. He thumbed her nipples, palmed her ass, grabbed her hip to angle her just right. She wrapped her leg around his back, pulling him in impossibly deeper.

"Fucking incredible," he said through gritted teeth. "Nothing — ever — felt so good."

"James!" she cried, and he brought his thumb to her clit now, rubbing circles as she whimpered, her pussy spasming around him. "I think I'm going to… Oh, God —"

When she clenched around him, James finally let his self-control snap, giving into the pressure building at the base of his spine. It was too good, too much. Pumping into her one, two, three times, he spilled inside her, and he would have sworn he saw stars as he came.

He pressed his forehead softly to Liana's as they both came down, breathing in each other's air, their panting breaths slowly fading. After a few moments, the roaring heartbeat in his ears died down. He pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth, then one to her cheek as he slowly pulled out of her. He stood up, quickly discarded the used condom in the small trash can under his desk, and then immediately returned to the bed.

He grabbed for the tangled sheets and pulled them up over himself and Liana, tucking Liana into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm great," she said. "You?"

"Never been better." He rubbed circles on her bare back, feeling his dick, impossibly, already stirring at the feel of a naked Liana in his arms.

"James?" Her voice was hazy.

"Mm hmm?"

"That was amazing for me, too."

"Good. Because give me a few minutes, and then we're going to do that again."