His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he pulls me close. I feel him grabbing at the straps of my dress and I just let him pull them down my arms, bunching it up around my waist.
He looks at me, licking his lips almost unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goosebumps all over me. Still in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the room laps at them.
I stand still, letting Liam take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning - he just stands there, in front of me, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Cara,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him and, without taking my eyes off his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs and down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Liam into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lips.
“No,” I say, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” As I say it, I feel desperation tugging at my heart. I’m just digging a deeper hole for myself, ain’t I?
His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.
I unbuckle his pants, the metallic sound of the buckle filling the whole room, and then I pull the belt out. My heart’s louder now, almost racing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me like is almost magical.
Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but the ball is on my court - and I will take my time now.
I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes.
I grab the hem of his boxers and, careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.
Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation. He’s going to have to wait.
I untie his shoes, taking more than the necessary time to do it, and take them off his feet. I then pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him - I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body towering over me, I’m teasing myself as well.
My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. And I do want it, I want it so bad it hurts.
But it’s not time yet.
My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow deeper. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.
I open one hand and, with the open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. Just by touching him there, his cock starts pulsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his ball and let one single finger rub his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges.
I tilt my head sideways and, reaching for him, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.
I part my lips slightly, feeling more of his flesh on me, and I suck gently, kissing his shaft on a downwards line all the way to his balls. I then go back up, stopping just one inch away from his tip. Pulling back, I look at him and let my tongue slowly escape my lips and reach for his tip.
His hands go to my head when my tongue touches him, but he simply lays them there, not moving at all. I start tracing circles around his cock, smoothly brushing my tongue over his tip. I know he can’t wait for me to start sucking on him, and I just love how the anticipation is almost palpable.
Without even grabbing his cock with my hand, I open my mouth and carefully engulf his whole tip, pulling back slowly over it. He grabs at locks of my hair and, when I look up at him, I notice he has his eyes closed.
I do it again, the tip of his cock inside my mouth, and then I slowly start lowering myself, his cock rolling over my lips and deep into my mouth. I press his thickness upwards with my tongue and, the moment I feel him exhale sharply, I grab his cock with my right hand. His hands on my head jerk a little, almost as if he has been shocked, and I can’t help but feel my pussy become moist and dampening my thong.
Pulling back over his cock, I accompany the motion with my hand and, when enough of his cock is out of me, I grasp the rest of it with my other hand. Like that, I slowly start bobbing my head; I close my eyes then, his flavor and scent completely taking hold of all of my thoughts and pushing me towards a frenzy.
I start going faster, grabbing and caressing his balls with one hand while I suck him. I never knew I’d think of something as wicked as this, but I can tell you one thing: I never thought that having my mouth completely filled with a cock as huge as this would feel this amazing. And I’m just talking about my mouth, don’t even get me started about the rest.
I’m going as fast as I can now, and I’m not even using my hands; I’m grabbing at his round and hard ass, guiding his thrusts inside my mouth as I suck him with complete abandonment. I go like this until I feel my neck starting to hurt; I pull back, his cock jumping out of my mouth, but I don’t allow him any rest. I immediately start stroking him, moving my hand so fast I’m surprised I can even do it at all.
I notice he’s grabbing at my hair harshly, but I don’t care. I continue to suck him and, when I realize it, I’m already moaning hard.
I stop for a minute on his tip, lapping at it with my tongue and just sucking his tip with my eager lips. Even though he’s not one for loudness - that’s my department - I can even hear him grunt slightly.
He’s thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and I couldn’t love it more.
When Liam stops, I don’t waste anytime and resume my motion - grabbing his huge member by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I have ever done, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks and, knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.
His fingers curl against my scalp and, with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent inside my mouth I can feel my skin prickling. I remain there, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed until my mouth is completely filled - both with his cock and his cum.
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.