He reached out a hand and brushed his fingers over the cup, dancing around the edge. His touch on my skin was pure bliss. He explored beneath the bra, cupping my breast. When he pinched my pebbled nipple, I called out.
I couldn’t retreat from his gaze. What in the hell was happening here? It felt otherworldly, like we’d left San Francisco far, far behind. And in the moment, I didn’t care if I ever returned, as long as I could keep on riding this building wave of ecstasy.
He slipped his hand out and my body writhed. In one swift movement, he raised the dress over my head and let it fall to the floor.
Next, he worked his shirt buttons free. They are just hands, undoing buttons. As much as I tried to sell myself on this notion, I couldn’t see them that way. What I was watching was the pinnacle of sex appeal. I wanted him so badly, I couldn’t help but press my hands to his chest the second a sliver was revealed. Now it was my turn to moan. The grid of his chest and abs, the strength of his pecs, I had to have them.
I let myself explore as he pulled his sleeves free and then worked his belt. Under his fingers, the undoing of the buckle was a work of erotic art, mesmerizing me in its raw masculinity. Who’s the independent woman now? Shut up and let me enjoy this.
I covered his hands with mine as he lowered his suit pants. My hands found the perfect, firm curve of his ass. Now it was my turn to yank him in. I couldn’t keep my lips off him for another second. This time there was no long strung-out dance. It was a crashing, grinding, desperate joining. Lovers feasting on the oldest form of pleasure. He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his firm ass.
His rigid shaft brushed my clit and I wriggled against him in pure ecstasy. I writhed longer, my hips rising and lowering more with each thrust. With each glide up toward his head, I found myself repositioning my entrance closer and closer to the tip.
On one frenzied touch of my pussy to the top of him, I sat a second longer. At the same moment, we pressed into each other, teasing a bit further. My eyes squeezed in the purest euphoria while I let the feel of this man—Liam—and me together make its way from my nerve endings to my brain.
My eyes shot open. And the gaze he held me in made me want to push all the way, do the wrong thing. That was a pure form of something else—pure emotion, connection. And I had a feeling this had to do with the euphoria.
“Condom,” we both said at the same time. Liam put me down, took me by the hand upstairs to his bedroom.
Now he was tender as he stood me alongside his bed and traced my cheekbone with his fingers, those bottomless blue eyes saying I was the only woman in the world. God, he must be good, my brain said. And yet, my heart said something totally different, and it expanded at the idea of being the only woman for him.
He pulled me to him in a tender, strong embrace. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and tried not to think that it fit so perfectly that it felt custom made for me.
We stood there for a long moment, running our hands over the new surfaces of each other. I, for one, felt like I was rediscovering the planes and ridges I’d somehow always known.
He placed his hands on the dip of my waist and held me a few inches from him. “You’re incredible, Kath. This is—”
Finding Liam lost for words was an experience that left me dumbfounded.
“I know,” I finished for him. Because in that moment, the connection between us made Liam and myself one and the same.
He squeezed my hands, holding me locked in the focus of those incredible eyes of his. Then he closed the distance, his chest to mine. My pebbled nipples reacted intensely to the feel of his skin. I called out. It was the beginning of me parting with my senses.
Thank God he reached inside his drawer and pulled a condom on. As I watched him roll it down his length, I felt a twitching deep inside. He was all man. And in reaction, I felt all woman.
He lowered me onto the bed, and when he descended onto me, it was the most incredible sight I’d ever laid eyes on. I couldn’t take those eyes off the way his muscles flexed and moved. I ran my fingers over the bulges of his arms, down his carved chest.
Slowly, he let himself sink onto me, brushing a stray hair from my eyes. What happened to the frenzied fucking lead-up from downstairs? This was much more dangerous. This was real. This was the kind of thing about which people listened to pop songs and cried their eyes out over. The thing we destroy ourselves for.
And with his eyes saying all those things and more, his lips were on mine, the soft flesh of his bottom lip felt like heaven. I couldn’t help but tug it between my teeth. Oh, that grin of his. I was gone. My eyes closed in rapture. I wrapped my legs around him, squeezed his incredible ass and pulled him toward me.
But he was a teaser. And I was into it. I didn’t want this to end any time soon. He eased inside me, just the slightest bit more than before. I shivered, raised my hips to get more. But he was stronger, and his hands on my hips let me know he was in charge. Shit, that was so hot.
But it didn’t stop my body from writhing up to take in more of him. This was primal instinct. Everything random hookups and planned Tinder liaisons were not.
And when I couldn’t take any more, he slid all the way in. I was so slick. I spread my legs wider, tried to pull him in deeper. This time he let me, tucking his arms beneath me and pulling me to him. His thrusts quickened as he held me.
“Kathy,” he cried out, then lifted onto his elbows, his muscled arms on either side of my face. I turned to kiss him on one of those biceps. I needed, wanted, every bit of him.
He thrust harder, faster. We clawed and pushed, edged deeper and deeper still. Every plunge brought me closer. The exquisite pleasure was building; I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Liam, I’m gonna come,” I whispered in his ear.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, and his thrusts picked up. He was pure sex, his body intuitively moving to chase the raw pleasure of where this was headed.
And just when I wished it would last that tiny bit longer, my body began quaking, the pressure that had built ripped through me, my toes clenched, my pussy pulsing and tightening around him.
“I’m coming,” he said. And I felt my orgasm double in intensity with the idea that my pleasure had taken him over the edge.
He collapsed in my arms and pulled me tightly into him. We were both exhausted, and yet his lips searched out mine and a long, slow kiss led to a more frenzied one. And before I knew it, his mouth was headed south.
He spread my thighs, admiring my shaved pussy, while I trembled under his animal stare. He lowered his face and licked and lapped at my nub, thrust his tongue inside me, then back up at my clit, he flicked with his tongue, spread my lips with his fingers and licked so expertly. I flexed up to meet him and lost myself in another orgasm.
I was spent, and yet he was at my mouth, kissing me, the taste of me on his lips sparking something feral in me. It must have been hours we kept at that, kissing leading to more. My mouth on his cock, his tongue in my slit, and again, his cock plunging deep and deeper still.
The sun had spread a wash of pink across the sky by the time my eyes closed and I gave myself over to sleep.
Four
KATH
“I just remembered I have to help Scarlett before the farewell brunch today. I have to go,” I said, backing out of Liam’s bed, picking up my unmentionables.