Ariana
In Liam’s suite, I look around, amazed by how this place can look so simple yet expensive. The farmiliar feeling of being in here calms me down as I enter the living room with Liam behind me.
“Would you like anything?” he asks.
“Yes,” I respond, a coy smile spreading on my lips. He said he wanted me to come and tour his suite but there is something else I would rather do. Something that I have been craving for the last three days.
“What can I get you?” he asks.
“You. I want you. That’s what I came here for,” I say, blankly looking into his eyes. I don’t know where that confidence comes from but I am definitely in need of him. His handsome face frowns in confusion, and mild shock, I can’t tell because an evil smirk then spreads across his face.
“Very, very bold Miss Manroe. I guess you really know what you want. You aren’t playing games, are you?” he smirks at me and grabs my waist. I don’t even know what to say, I just want him inside me. I can’t help it.
I pull my lip between my teeth and give him the innocent eyes. He chuckles and eyes my lips. I impatiently lurch at him and crush my mouth against his. I moan when he kisses me back and opens his mouth for me to invade. Oh, I missed this. I missed the contact, the feeling, the taste… it’s magical.
Liam pulls away from the kiss. That was too brief, it ended a lot quicker than I wanted. I lick my lips and gaze up at him. He looks incredible but confused? Did I just make a wrong move there?
This is all new to me. The heat, the arousal, it’s all strong. I want him so bad, I don’t know how to behave.
“Am so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. I just…” I blubber, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I shrug and try to free myself from his hold but his grip gets even tighter. In a twinkling of an eye, his mouth lowers back onto mine and he gives me a slow sensual kiss. Just like I wanted. Moans of pleasure escape my mouth as our tongues meet and entangle. This is too hot, and erotic! I never want to break away from this kiss. He pulls me against him, and his erection presses into my belly. Oh, he’s so hard, I want him inside me. My core clenches in need, and anticipation. I have never wanted something so much!
When he pulls away, we are both breathless.
“Oh, Aria! You are going to be the death of me!” he pants, breathless.
“I want you too, Aria. So much. You are the one thing that has been occupying my mind since Sunday. I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you relentlessly!” he whispers into my ear and nibs on my ear lop. I close my eyes as he ducks his face into my neck and sucks on that sweet spot. I nearly loose my balance, but Liam is holding me right. He kisses me there and sniffs my hair.
“Would you like that, baby?” he murmurs as his teeth graze my chin.
“Yes,” I mutter.
“I will do that next time. In my bed, at home. Now, all I want is to bury myself in you and feel you,” he says, and his lips meet mine again in a quick kiss.
“Bed,” he says while lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, well aware of his rock hard erection poking my belly. My dress hitches up, revealing my thighs, but I don’t care. I just want to be naked beneath him as our bodies move in sync.
He carries me to his bedroom. The room is much bigger than the one I slept in when I was here, and best of all it smells of Liam. My favorite scent. The bed is huge and the duvets are crisp white with golden lining.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice raspy. I can’t stop the sly smile on my face. Seriously? He is asking me this? After all he has already done to me?
“I have never wanting anything this much, Liam. Do you want me to beg?”
“No, no begging. At least not tonight. I am too hard to play games. I need to get out of these pants,” he responds.
He places me onto the floor do that I can stand on my feet.
“Now, about your needs, Miss Manroe?” he breathes and his mouth claims mine once more.
My hands fist in his hair while my mouth is feverish against Liam’s, consuming him, relishing the feel of his tongue against mine. And he’s the same, devouring me. It’s heavenly. Suddenly he drags me up and grasps the hem of my dress, whipping it over my head and throwing it on the floor.
“I want to feel you,” he says greedily against my mouth as his hands move behind me to undo my bra. In one smooth move, it’s off and he pitches it aside.
He pushes me back down onto the bed, pressing me into the mattress, and his mouth and hand move to my breasts. My fingers curl into his hair as he takes one of my nipples between his lips and tugs hard.
I cry out as the sensation sweeps through my body, spikes, and tightens all the muscles around my groin.
“Yes, baby, let me hear you,” he murmurs against my overheated skin.
Boy, I want him inside me, now. With his mouth, he toys with my nipple, pulling at it, making me squirm and writhe and yearn for him. I sense his longing mixed with – what?
Veneration. It’s as if he’s worshipping me.
He teases me with his fingers, my nipple growing hard and elongating under his skillful touch. He slips his hand inside my panties, sliding his fingers against my sex.
His breath hisses out as his finger glides into me. I push my pelvis up into the heel of his hand, and he responds, rubbing against me.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes as he hovers over me, staring intently into my eyes. “You’re so wet.” His voice is filled with wonder.
“I want you,” I murmur.
His mouth joins with mine again, and I feel his hungry desperation, his need for me.
The thought unravels me. To know that I have such an effect on him, that I can offer him so much solace, doing this – my inner goddess purrs with pure pleasure. He sits up, grasps the band of my panties and tugs them off.
Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he stands, takes a foil packet out of his pocket, and tosses it at me, then removes his jeans and boxers in one swift motion.
I rip the packet open greedily, and when he lies beside me again, I slowly roll the condom on to him. He grabs both my hands and rolls on to his back.
“You. On top,” he orders, pulling me astride him. “I want to see you.”
Oh.
He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet me, filling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he exhales.
Oh, that feels so good – possessing him, possessing me.
He holds my hands, and I don’t know if it’s to steady me.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs.
I rise again, heady with the power I have over him, watching Liam Carter slowly coming apart beneath me. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, and I place my hands on his arms. He thrusts into me sharply, causing me to cry out.
“That’s right, baby, feel me,” he says, his voice strained.
I tip my head back and do exactly that. This is what he does so well.
I move – countering his rhythm in perfect symmetry – numbing all thought and reason.
I am just sensation lost in this void of pleasure. Up and down… again and again… Oh yes… Opening my eyes, I stare down at him, my breathing ragged, and he’s staring back at me, eyes blazing.
“Mine.” he mouths possessively but I am too heated up to think.
“Yes,” I rasp.
He groans loudly, closing his eyes again, tipping his head back. Oh my… Seeing Liam undone is enough to seal my fate, and I come audibly, exhaustingly, spinning down and around, collapsing on top of him.
“Oh, baby,” he groans as he finds his release, holding me still and letting go.
My head is on his chest in the no-go area, my cheek nestled against the springy hair on his sternum. I am panting, glowing, and I resist the urge to pucker my lips and kiss him.
I just lie on top of him, catching my breath. He smoothes my hair, and his hand runs down my back, caressing me as his breathing calms.
“You are so beautiful.”
I lift my head to gaze at him, my expression skeptical. He frowns in response and sits up quickly, taking me by surprise, his arm sweeping round to hold me in place. I clutch his biceps as we are nose to nose.
“You. Are. Beautiful,” he says again, his tone emphatic.
“And you’re amazingly sweet sometimes.” I kiss him gently.
He lifts me and eases out of me. I wince as he does. Leaning forward, he kisses me softly.
“You have no idea how attractive you are, do you?”I just give him a huge smile. I am too satisfied to talk.
He leans behind me, lifting me again, and removes his condom, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor beside the bed.
He shifts me back so I’m straddling him, leaning on his propped-up knees, my feet on either side of his hips. He leans back on his arms. He runs his hand up my body from my belly to my breasts in a simple caress. It’s sweet, tingly, goose bumps cover my skin.
“Are you cold?” he ask, tugging at the duvet covers.
“No, am fine,” I respond, shaking my head. “I am admiring your body too much. I just want to touch you and feel your skin.”
“Am all yours, baby,” he tells me, and leans his head back into the pillow and gazes at my bare body infront of him. I want to take my time touching him, kissing him, that’s what I feel like doing now. I place my fingers on his stomach and let them drift across his skin. I skim through the dust of hair on his chest and up to his torso. He breathes calmly beneath my fingers, his chest raises and falls softly.
“I like touching you.” My fingers skate down to his navel then southward along his croth. His lips part as his breathing changes, his eyes darken and his erection stirs and twitches beneath me. Oh my! Round two.
“Again?” I murmur. Wiggling, playfully on his hard length.
He smiles. “Oh yes, Aria, again.