CHAPTER 12

SHE WAS MORE BEAUTIFUL than even his lurid imagination had visualized. Creamy, unblemished skin dotted with just a few freckles here and there, as if sprinkled with fairy dust. Her breasts, those generous orbs that overflowed his hands, were an erotic masterpiece that almost brought him to his knees with want. Her nipples were pink and swollen like ripe raspberries. He took one in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, reveling in the delighted mewl of pleasure and the sinuous undulation of her body beneath his. Oh, she liked that, didn't she? He did it again, twirling his tongue around her nipple and gently sucking while plucking the other with his fingers. Her groan was feral this time.

"Yes, my kitten. Roar for me."

He continued his relentless stimulation until her back arched off the bed, her head flung back with abandon, while her hands gripped his head to keep him attached to her breast. If she only knew, she didn't need to worry. He was going nowhere.

He cradled his aching erection against her hip, focusing only on her, on her pleasure, on her frantic response to his touch. That was the headiest aphrodisiac he had ever tasted. She was fire and passion in his arms. A flame dancing hectically in the wind.

When her fingers tunneled through his hair, grasping and pulling at his head, he knew she was close.

"Liam, I can't," she sobbed. "It's too much."

"You can," he murmured around her nipple. "Open your legs."

She complied immediately, and he skimmed his hand down her torso, over the dips and swells of her body, marveling over the fine texture of her skin, the rough patch of her womanly hair, parting the curls with his fingers to access her molten center.

Fuuuck! She was so wet. So deliciously slick... He parted her lips to find the swollen bud, grazing it with the pad of his finger. She bucked. Almost dislodging him from her breast in her frantic pleasure. He held on tighter, sucking her nipple with rhythmic motions while his finger echoed the action. He caressed it once, twice, three times...

She exploded. Her head was thrown back, whipping from side to side while incoherent sounds emerged from her throat.

He reveled in her reactions, focusing solely on her as he tried to suppress his own climax, threatening to spill from his cock. His hips pumped helplessly against the sweet cushion of her hip, trying to find surcease to his urgent need. With an appalled groan, he lost the battle with his body, his seed erupting thickly as he ground his cock into her hip.

Damn, he had never lost control like this. Not even as a lad. But she was magnificent. Her hair was a cloud of fire around her face, her cheeks flushed, her lips pink and open, begging for a kiss. He stayed with her during her ecstasy and couldn't refuse the invitation of those parted lips any longer.

Letting go of her breast, he claimed her mouth with an all-consuming kiss that tasted of desire, desperation, and need. Both his and hers. His tongue plundered her mouth, tangling with hers, caressing, mating in a dance that mimicked that of their bodies. He gentled the kiss, bringing her back to earth. He had never seen her this soft, glowing with satisfaction. If he had thought her beautiful before, when she smiled up at him with dreamy eyes, flushed cheeks, and lips swollen by his kisses, she was irresistible.

"You are magnificent," he announced, raining kisses on her forehead, cheeks, softly biting her chin, tonguing the arch of her ear, before sucking her earlobe into his mouth, making her squirm and giggle. He wanted to devour her. She was more succulent than a strawberry tart with whipped cream.

Her skin, heated with desire, emanated a sweet and seductive fragrance that was driving him mad with desire. He noted with some surprise that his cock was still hard. Even after coming. Bloody hell, this was insanity. With a surreptitious movement, he used a corner of the sheet to wipe the evidence of his climax from her hip. His lack of control over his body appalled him, but he didn't want this madness to end.

The tip of his tongue traced the faint outline of a vein down her neck, nibbled her shoulder, then continued its journey south. He licked all around the sweet, creamy mounds of her breasts, avoiding for now the sensitive peaks, knowing they would need a respite.

When he got to the little well of her navel, he dipped his tongue in it. She jumped, so he held her immobile with his hands around her waist. She looked down and smiled at him.

"Liam, what are you doing?"

"Exploring you. Worshiping your body." He slid lower still until he reached the springy auburn curls that protected her core. He nuzzled through them, his tongue insinuating through her closed nether lips to find her nub and lick it. The groan that tore from her mouth was feral. She was so responsive. The nectar of her body was ambrosia, and he was starving.

"Open," he commanded, desperate for more.

"What?"

"Open your legs, Thalia. Let me drink the sweet nectar of release from your pussy."

She opened her legs a fraction, clearly not used to this kind of caress. He would have none of it. Before this night was out, he was going to debauch her so thoroughly that she would never dream of denying him when he wanted to pleasure her.

He took hold of her thighs and opened them wide, bringing them up and bending her legs at the knees. When she was spread the way he wanted, he growled against her pussy.

"Stay like that."

And he settled to feast.

His tongue lapped at her folds, gathering her sweet cream, then probed deeper, mining for more of her sweet release. She didn't stay passive under his ministrations. Her heels dug into the bed, her hips bucking and tilting with every swirl of his tongue.

"Be still, my muse. Let me eat you properly."

"I can't...be still..." A moan interrupted her words before she continued. "When you do that."

"Yes, you can." He grabbed hold of her hips, enfolding the overflowing mounds of her arse in his hands, and bringing her up to his mouth to eat her like a sweet cantaloupe meloni he had once tasted in Italy.

Fuck, she was sweet. And so ready to explode again. It would take almost no effort to push her over the edge, sensitive as she was from her previous climax, her flesh soft and yielding. Her hands fisted on his hair again, and he relished the sharp pulls on his scalp as her fingers tightened with each swipe of his tongue.

His own cock was hard as iron and demanded attention for itself. While focusing on prolonging her climb to ecstasy, he consoled it by grinding it against the bed. He didn't want to give her a swift release. He wanted to hold her on the razor edge of pleasure, keep her there until she was screaming with the need for culmination. Only then would he allow her to come.

Her moans and whimpers of ecstasy guided him as much as the rhythmic clench of her flesh. He brought his right hand around to insert one finger into her sweet cave. Her walls hugged him greedily. She was so fucking tight. If she gripped his finger like this, her pussy would strangle his cock. It was his turn to groan as his unruly organ grew even harder at the prospect.

She was getting closer. Her exclamations of delight came more frequently, her hips rising faster. He inserted a second finger into her tight passage, and she stilled and clenched at the invasion. He redoubled his efforts with his tongue. Licking her sweet spot, rolling it around with his tongue, before closing his lips around the swollen pearl and sucking softly, rhythmically, relentlessly.

With a choked cry, she exploded, her vagina tightening with such strength around his fingers that his cock wept in anticipation.

Soon, old boy.

"Liam." She moaned his name like an entreaty, grabbing his head, pulling it up to hers for a kiss.

He gave her everything she craved, and more, allowing his body to lie on top of hers, skin to skin. She locked her legs around his waist in a frenzy of desire.

It would be so easy to sink his aching cock into her well-pleasured pussy now. But they had something to do first.

"Thalia, wait." He pulled away marginally, unable to relinquish the tight squeeze of her embrace. "The sheath. I need to put on the sheath."

"Yes, of course." Her legs fell away, and her arms slid down his flanks, the caress leaving a trail of desire on his skin.

With a supreme effort, he left the sweet haven of her body and reached down to grab the sheath from the pocket of his trousers that lay discarded on the floor. Holding the little bag by the ribbon, he dangled it before her eyes.

"Want to help me put it on?"

That sparked instant interest in her slumberous eyes. "Yes. What should I do?"

Oh, she was so willing. He loved enthusiasm in a bed partner. He went up on his knees, positioning himself by her head.

"Well, you could kiss it and make it wet, so that the sheath slides better."