If I’m being entirely honest, I’m afraid. I’m afraid that she’ll call out Alexandre’s name again, and that will be the moment when I lose her forever.
“Not yet.” I brush my lips over hers, my hands settling on her waist. I pick her up as if she weighed nothing at all—she hardly does, and set her on the edge of the table, my hands skimming down over her hips and thighs until I grip the edge of her dress, pushing it up her legs.
“Spread your legs for me,” I tell her. Just the act of telling her to do so has me hard as a rock, my cock throbbing as Ana obeys me, her eyes soft and wide as she opens her legs for me to see what’s beneath her dress as I push it all the way up to her hips.
I pull her to the very edge of the table, my fingers tracing up her inner thighs until I find the soft lace of her panties. “You wore these for me, didn’t you, little lass?” I brush my fingers along her pussy, and I can feel her getting wet already, even through the lace. “You hoped I’d see them.”
“Yes,” Ana whispers the word, and I click my tongue at her, reaching up with one hand to tilt her chin up so that she’s looking at me as she flushes pink.
“That was a naughty thing to do,” I tell her with a wicked grin, my other hand still stroking lightly between her thighs as she gasps. I slide my hand down, my fingers wrapping around the side of her neck gently as her head tips back, my thumb in the hollow of her throat. “You deserve a punishment for that.”
“Yes, please,” she gasps. “Anything you want—”
“I want to tease this pussy until you’re begging for me.” I slip my fingers beneath the lace, brushing her swelling flesh ever so lightly, and she gasps again, a breathy moan slipping from her lips.
“So needy.” I trace the seam of her folds, not dipping inside quite yet, but even so, I can feel how wet she is against the tips of my fingers. “Since you want it so badly, you’ll have to beg me to let you come. I know you can beg for me, can’t you, little lass?”
“I can.” She moans again as I slip my fingers deeper, parting her folds, so that just the tips of two of my fingers slide into her. I feel her clench around me instantly, and with my other hand, I reach for the edge of her panties, pulling them down slowly while I tease her until I’m forced to remove my hand so that I can take them all the way off, letting them fall to the floor. “Please—Liam—”
“Already?” I grin at her, gripping her inner thighs with both hands as I spread her even wider. “You’ll be begging even more by the time I’m finished with you.”
“Oh god.” She gasps aloud as I kneel down, parting her folds with my fingers, taking in the sight of her wet and swollen for me. “Oh god—Liam—”
And then, as I press my fingers against her clit, she cries out for me.
It’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
22
ANA
Ifeel like I’m in a dream, in some kind of fantasy.
I grip the edges of the table, clinging to it as Liam spreads my legs open even wider, blushing to the roots of my hair as he opens my pussy with his fingers, greedily taking in the sight of my most intimate flesh. I’m already on the verge of begging, wet and aching for him, and when he presses his fingers against my clit I cry out with pleasure, my hips arching up and wanting more of his touch.
But he goes slowly, teasing me, just as he’d promised he would. My “punishment” for wearing panties that he knew I’d want him to see.
I’m quickly learning that Liam’s idea of punishment is very different from Alexandre’s.
I think I like Liam’s way.
He strokes me slowly, tracing the edges of my folds, circling my clit with his fingers, until I can feel a second pulse between my thighs, my pussy so aroused and swollen that every touch feels electrified, the sensations magnified even more than usual. When he’s gotten me to the very height of it, keeping me on edge and then letting me cool back down for a moment, but with never enough friction to push me over, he suddenly grips my thighs, holding my outer folds open with his thumbs, and Liam sinks to his knees in front of me.
“Oh my god—” I whisper it aloud, another throb of pleasure pulsing through me at the sight of this handsome man kneeling down, his lips so close to me, his breath warm against my skin. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. As he looks up at me, his green eyes bright with desire, I suddenly understand why men like it so much when women go down on their knees to suck their cocks. I’ve never seen anything as intensely arousing as Liam looking up at me as his tongue flicks out to circle my clit, never heard anything as good as his moan when he tastes me.
I tip my head back, gasping, gripping the table so hard that I can feel my knuckles turning white. “Oh god, oh god—” I moan, my thighs trembling as Liam flicks my clit with his tongue, licking along my folds, circling my entrance, and then licking his way back up to where I need his tongue the most. “Liam, please, oh my god—”
“Do you want to come?” He licks me again, his lips brushing over me like he’s about to suck me into his mouth, the way he did in the hotel.
“Yes—” I gasp, but he pulls back, looking up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“You’ll have to wait,” he murmurs, and I cry out.
“No, Liam, please, please let me come, I need it—”
“You were such a naughty lass.” He strokes my inner thighs, running his tongue along my folds again, lapping up my arousal before his eyes flick back up to mine. “Enticing me with those lacy panties, trying to get me hard so I’d fuck you, or so that I’d do this—”
“You bought them for me,” I whimper. “God, Liam, you’re driving me insane.”