Liam spreads my legs farther and then licks up my center. My body shudders in pleasure and he chuckles against my flesh. “Fuck, woman, you taste so good.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes at his accented words.
“What?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing.
“I love your accent.”
He snorts. “My accent? You’re the one with the accent. Now hush up, while I eat my dessert.”
I’m about to say something back, but am silenced by the flat of his tongue gliding upward and landing on my clit. His teeth bite down gently, and his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, sucking on it. My back bows off the bed at the insane amount of pleasure he’s creating.
“Liam,” I breathe. “I need…”
“I know,” he replies, then goes back to licking me. With his teeth and tongue and lips, he devours my pussy, until my entire body is shaking from my orgasm and I’m screaming out his name.
Needing him closer, I pull him up and kiss him hard. I moan into his mouth when the tangy taste of myself on his tongue and lips assaults my taste buds.
My legs wrap around his back and I push him into me. It’s been a long time and he’s a tight fit, but holy Jesus does he feel good inside of me. He wastes no time filling me completely.
When he pulls back and then pushes in, it sparks something deep within me. “Again,” I rasp, desperate to feel it again. He pulls out then fills me again, then again and again. Before long I’m panting unabashedly as our bodies connect in the most intimate way.
My orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, and Liam’s mouth connects with mine, swallowing down my moans of pleasure. Warmth fills my insides and I’m lost in everything that is Liam as he growls out his own release.
He pulls out of me and wraps me up in his strong, comforting arms from behind, throwing the blanket over us. “It’s never felt like this before,” I admit softly, nuzzling my face into the crook of his shoulder as my eyes flutter closed. Between the long day, the bottles of wine, and the multiple orgasms, I’m crashing fast.
But before sleep overtakes me, I swear I hear Liam say, “It’s never felt this way for me either.” I think he kisses the back of my head too, but I’m too far gone to be sure.
Chapter Five
Natalie
I wake up to the feel of a hard-on pressing against my backside. I pry my eyes open and it takes a second to remember where I am—in a hotel room, and not just any hotel room, but the Presidential suite—and who I’m with—Liam, the man I was supposed to set up with an escort at La Stella’s, only I ended up with him instead. My temples throb, reminding me I drank way too much wine last night, and I close my eyes, the memories of our evening coming back to me. The eating. The drinking. The dancing. The sex. The sex. Even in my half-drunken state, I can still remember the way Liam worshipped every inch of my body. The way he coaxed the most delicious orgasm out of me and then did it all over again.
“Are you moaning in your sleep or are you remembering last night?” he murmurs into my ear. My eyes pop open, realizing I was remembering last night a little too well.
His hand glides down my bare hip and he turns me over so I’m on my back. I don’t have time to worry about how I look or whether I have morning breath, before he reaches across my chest and pulls my breast into his mouth, licking on the rose-dusted nipple. His tongue is wet, and it sends chills of pleasure through my body.
I peer down and watch as he sucks on my nipple while massaging my other breast in his palm. I notice everything Liam does is with care, for not just his pleasure but also my own. He could teach men a thing or two about being selfless in bed.
He releases my breast and then his mouth brushes against mine. He tastes of mint, and I wonder when he got up and brushed his teeth, but the thought is pushed away when he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring my own.
Without breaking our kiss, I climb on top of him, and he grips the curves of my hips to help steady me. I’m already wet, can feel it dripping between my legs, so I don’t waste any time guiding Liam’s hard dick into me. My hands grab ahold of the back of the headboard and I ride him. At first slowly, finding what feels good. I’ve ridden men many times in my life, but it was always about them. They wanted it hard and fast.
Liam watches my face, his features bleeding pleasure, but he doesn’t tell me what to do. He doesn’t rush me or demand I hurry up. He lets me explore. When the head of his dick hits a spot deep within me, I moan, loving how good it feels. I do it again and again. My body tightening in anticipation. As my orgasm overtakes me, Liam rakes his fingers through my hair and pulls me down to him, kissing me hard and passionately as the most exquisite orgasm rocks me to my core.
Before I’ve come down from my high, he flips us over and enters me in one fluid motion. My legs come up and his hands grip the backs of my thighs as he drills into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls, before pulling back and gripping his shaft. He strokes his dick a couple times and then ropes of cum spurt out, landing all over my belly and breasts.
And that’s when it hits me. We haven’t used any protection. Shit. Did he pull out last night?
“Jesus, woman,” he breathes. “I could live inside you for the rest of my life and be content.”
I know he’s just joking, but the sound of that—of being with him for the rest of our lives—has those crazy butterflies attacking my belly.
He dips his head and kisses me one more time, then crawls off me. “Shower with me,” he says, already scooping me up into his arms before I can answer.
We’re quiet while we shower, but it’s a comfortable silence. I’ve never showered with a man before, but as Liam massages the shampoo and then conditioner into my scalp, I decide that I highly recommend it and hope to do it again in the future, sooner rather than later.
And with that thought, my heart plummets into my stomach. After this weekend, Liam will be gone, and I’ll be back to showering alone. But I refuse to dwell on what happens after he leaves, reminding myself that I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this weekend.
“I ordered you some clothes,” he tells me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I went off your sizes. I also ordered breakfast.”
“Don’t you just think of everything,” I joke, kissing him back.
“I didn’t want to risk you leaving.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him. Not until Monday morning anyway…
After we’re done in the shower, dried and dressed, we plate up some of the delicious food he had brought up and take it out onto the balcony.
We spend the morning lounging around, eating and talking. It’s crazy how comfortable I feel with Liam. I’ve only known him for less than a day, but it feels like it’s been longer. I had clients I would see several times a week for weeks, sometimes even months, at a time, yet I never felt as close and comfortable with them as I do with him.
When lunch rolls around, he orders us a couple of mahi sandwiches and a bottle of that delicious wine from last night.
“I’m going to need to order a case of this,” I tell him, reading the label on the bottle before pouring myself another glass. “It’s from Napa Valley.”