“You drivemeinsane.” He licks me again, more firmly this time, his tongue dipping inside of me for just a moment before he slides it back up to my clit. “I want to fuck you every day, Ana, every time I see you. I want my cock inside of you so badly it hurts.”
He lets go of one of my thighs, his fingers teasing my entrance as he licks my pulsing clit again. “I’m so fucking hard right now, Ana, just from the scent of you, the taste. I fucking love eating your pussy. And you’re such a good girl to get so wet for me, even if you were naughty earlier.”
He licks me again, and then again, his tongue circling my clit until I’m almost at the edge, the muscles in my thighs trembling as I gasp aloud. “I’m going to come, Liam, I’m—”
He jerks back. “Not yet,” he murmurs, stroking my trembling thighs as I cry out in frustration.
“Please.” I close my eyes, arching my back as my pussy clenches, wanting something inside of it, wanting more. “Please fuck me, Liam, please. Right here. I need you, I need your cock—”
“Not yet.” He runs his fingers through my arousal, along my inner folds, and I let out a sob of pleasure. “Before I fuck you again, Ana, before I makeloveto you, I’m going to make you scream my name so many times that it’s the only name you’ll remember connected with pleasure for the rest of your life. I’m going to make sure that every orgasm I give you is one to remember, so that I’m all you want.” He runs his tongue lightly over my clit, and I shudder, moaning again.
“You’ll want me, and no one else, because I won’t share you, Ana.” His hands grip my thighs tighter, his tongue flicking my clit, pushing me towards the edge again with just that. “You’re mine, and when you get my cock again, it’ll be because you’ve made me believe that you know that.”
“Liam—”
I gasp as he presses his mouth between my thighs again, sucking my clit into his mouth this time, his tongue circling hard and fast as he sucks the small, hard nub. I let go of the table without even realizing it, my hand tangling in his hair as my hips buck upwards, and I go hurtling over the edge of pleasure.
“Liam! Fuck, fuck, oh god, Liam—” I scream his name, exactly as he’d wanted me to, writhing on the table as he sucks and licks at my clit, his hands gripping my thighs to keep them from smothering him as I tighten them around his head, my back arching deeply. “That feels so good, oh god, so fucking good, I—”
Just when I think I’m about to come down from it, when I think he’s going to pull back, I feel his two fingers at my entrance again. He keeps sucking, keeps licking, pushing those fingers deep inside of me as my pussy clenches and flutters around them. My nails dig into his scalp as I feel him pushing me towards another wave of indescribable pleasure.
He pulls back just long enough to look up at me, his lips glistening and beard damp with my arousal, and the lust in his eyes is enough to send a shudder through me.
“Come as many times as you can, Ana.”
And then he delves between my thighs again, his fingers thrusting into me as if they’re his cock, his tongue lashing wildly at my clit, and I’m entirely lost to the onslaught of pleasure.
I lose track. It’s not so much separate orgasms as one rising and falling. Just when I think I’m done, he finds a new spot inside of me, a new way to lick or suck my clit. I fall, gasping over the edge again, screaming his name until I can’t anymore, until I can only moan, collapsing back onto the table as I writhe under his fingers and tongue.
At long last, when he’s decided that he’s wrung every bit of pleasure out of me, he pulls back, his fingers slipping wetly out of me as he stands up. I watch dizzily as he slides them into his mouth, licking away my arousal, and then he reaches down, pressing his two fingers against my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he murmurs. “Taste how good of a lass you were for me, Ana.”
My tongue flicks out, tasting the sweet tang of my arousal on his fingers. He reaches for me then, helping me sit up and slide off of the table, sinking weakly into the chair he’d pushed aside. My dress falls back around my thighs, and my eyes flick to his cock, which is still raging hard, pushing against the fly of his jeans as if they might burst through the zipper.
“You need to come too,” I murmur, reaching for him, but he pushes my hand away.
“This was just for you, Ana,” he says quietly. “I’ll take care of myself later.”
“Let me watch then,” I plead. “I want to see you, Liam, please—”
“No.” His voice is rough, rasping with need. “I don’t want you to think of me the way you did Alexandre. I don’t want you to think of him at all, ever again when we’re together. I don’t want to do the things that you did together. I want us to be different, Ana. Ineedus to be different.”
“Then let me.” I reach out again, running my fingers over his fly, and I see his jaw tighten. “I never—it can just be my hand, if you want. I never did that for him. Please let me touch you, Liam, I need you—”
I can see the conflict in his face. “I need you too,” he whispers, and then suddenly, he’s picking me up, sweeping me into his arms as he carries me towards my bedroom.
I have a brief flash of hope that he’s going to lay me down on the bed, that this is the moment, that he’ll finally give in. But instead, he carries me into the bathroom, setting me down as he turns the shower on.
Slowly, he reaches for the zipper of my dress, kissing me lightly as he pulls it down. I can taste myself on his lips, and I moan as my dress falls to the floor, leaving me bare as I reach for the edge of his t-shirt, wanting him naked too.
He kisses me harder as I strip him, my fingers yanking at his clothes, wanting his naked skin against mine. “I want you,” I whisper against his mouth. “Just you, Liam.”
“Tell me that again,” he says as we get into the shower. “Over and over.”
“I want you,” I murmur, tipping my chin up to kiss him as I drag my fingers down his abdomen, down to his thick, hard cock, and this time he doesn’t stop me.
He feels good in my hand, throbbing against my palm, and I keep kissing him as I stroke him. I use two hands again, the way I did this morning, and a part of me hopes that he’ll beg for my mouth again. But he doesn’t. He runs his hand through my wet hair, gripping the back of my head as he kisses me again, and I stroke him faster, feeling him moan against my lips as I do.