When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.
Still looking him in the eyes, I swallow his semen, exaggerating my motion as I do it. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up to my feet. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining - not for one minute.
“So… Liked it…?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip.
“I fucking loved it,” he says, taking his hand and placing it right over my crotch. “But now’s my turn.”
My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a damn. I become so wet that I’m already starting to feel my myself dripping down my inner thighs.. And no, I’m not exaggerating.
He hooks his fingers under the curve of my ass and pulls me into him, his mouth going straight to my neck. Instinctively, I grab at his cock, and I can’t help but gasp. He’s still hard. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside my mouth, he still remains hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate.
His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands under my dress, he forces his way around my waist, stretching the fabric of the dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.
He takes his hand out for one fast second, just the amount of time necessary for him to grab my dress and push it down my legs. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.
Once more, he presses against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, the way my hand moves over his length almost clumsy.
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me - all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.
I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter with each passing second. Stepping out of my dress, I stand in front of Liam just wearing my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it.
He grabs my ass, rubbing hard on it, pulling at the small string that covers it. He pushes and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly pulling it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch is covering my pussy.
Liam goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and then starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly as he goes to his knees. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that untanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.
Or, well, I can try.
Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out of control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now only his to taste.
He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he yanks my thong down my legs, rubbing his hands up and down my side.
I look down on him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.
He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downwards pressure, and I almost feel my knees buckling under me weight. I don’t understand - how does he know my body so well? Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now.
He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my folds in a coming and going motion.
I move my hips in his direction slowly, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single nerve ending.
I can’t control myself. I swear, I’ve tried - I’ve tried to resist his teasing, just like he did with me, but I’m not that strong.
I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything - press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything - anything will work! I need him, I need his body… I need everything in him.
But he’s strong and, no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t even move an inch. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.
“Be patient, Cara,” he teases me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. The good kind of frustration, of course. I know that the more he tortures, the more I’m going to explode - but I just don’t want to wait. Like a kid on Christmas, I don’t want to wait until it’s midnight to unwrap my presents. I want it now, all of it!
“Liam… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”
I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.
“Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me and, without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips forward so that he goes all the way in.
I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans to me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit,
dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise motions.