His inner debate screeched to a halt when Catriona fell to her knees, her sweet lips but a hair’s breadth from his aching cock. Probably stunned by her boldness, she peeked up.
Liam couldn’t breathe, let alone think. Knowing who she was and seeing her kneeling almost entirely naked before him was the most erotic and taboo sight he’d ever seen. A groan erupted when she licked her lips. Muscles bunched, he wanted to tell her to stop and save herself, but she darted her tongue out to lick him.
Tentative, hesitant, lost in the sexiest sight, Liam wrenched himself from her, his heart beating as if he’d been running a marathon.
Doubt returned to her beautiful face. “Have I done something wrong? Wasn’t I supposed to…?”
Liam stopped her question by hauling her up to her feet and crushing her mouth to his, no finesse, communicating raw lust. Bodies plastered together, hands now groping each other, Liam took a little bit of control back and steered her backward until she fell on his bed.
She was still bouncing on the mattress when he covered her with his body, his mouth roaming every fragrant inch of her. The scent of her arousal was slowly overpowering the sweetness of her skin. That fact made him smile as he nipped at her hip and she jumped in reaction.
“What are your fantasies, little nun? What are the dark parts of your imagination? Tell me everything.”
Another nip and Catriona gasped. “I haven’t... I’ve never... before you.”
“Ah, but there are naughty thoughts in that mind of yours. Tell me them.”
Catriona hesitated but not Liam when he licked a path down to her knee as his other hand started a slow journey upward, teasing the tender flesh of her thigh.
The leg trembled a little under his caressing palm. “I don’t hear you, angel.”
“I wondered how you tasted.”
His stubble scratched the inside her leg. “Now you know. But I don’t know how you taste.”
It took a moment for her to understand what he meant, but when she tried to close her legs, Liam’s shoulders were in the way.
“No problem, angel, we can stop. All you have to do is say the word.”
It was a clear taunt, but the woman wasn’t the type to chicken out of anything. Pushing herself up on her elbows, cheeks colored with a deepening shade of red, she seemed to brace herself and open her knees.
One kiss after another, Liam barely moved for a few minutes until he sensed her apprehension was slowly easing, replaced by curiosity and desire.
As soon as that particular light sparked in her doe eyes, he didn’t allow her to think and buried his face between her legs, tongue swirling around the throbbing clit, but not touching it.
As she bowed on the bed, Liam felt drunk with elation. He wasn’t the type of man who thought virginity was important. Until this moment, he couldn’t have cared less, especially if liked the woman. But Catriona wasn’t like any other woman. She tasted like innocence and sin, all in one lick. What she offered him made him frantic with need, but also with some a sense of responsibility, and the nagging feeling that if he didn’t take her now, the opportunity would slip through his fingers forever. Therefore, he savored her, teased her, until the noises coming out of her were ones he was certain had never crossed her lips before.
Making her crest, almost on the verge, he retreated. The moan of disappointment mixed with the groan of disagreement, couldn’t be more precise. Following her restless hips, he circled her entrance with a finger, making it all wet before barely pushing it inside.
“Liam!”
He knew he hadn’t hurt her at this stage but stopped moving. “Angel?”
After a breath, Catriona exhaled with a laugh. “You just surprised me. I was lost in what you were doing to me for a minute and this... Isn’t it what everybody is talking about? That part?”
Through the burning lust, his heart softened, and he crawled up her body, his only need to reassure her. “We don’t need to do anything, angel.”
A smile brightened her face as she shifted down, legs wrapped around his hips. “I may be innocent, but I’m no angel. I’m made of flesh, just like you. And when we’re together, there’s a fire burning in my belly, spreading through me, and I don’t want it to end. I don’t want you to stop, Liam.”
To prove her resolve, her thighs tightened, and her wet core pressed against his cock, which brought him back to more urgent matters.
An exercise in restraint, Liam reached between them and took his cock in hand, positioning its tip at her entrance.
It felt hot in his room, their skins were covered in sweat. Catriona’s hands clutched at his shoulders, before sifting through his hair, pulling at him. He relinquished her mouth, his body straining at the effort in keeping off her. However, he held his palm between them, his fingers busy.
Her mouth mirrored his hunger, and he loved the way she took the initiative, and in turn, learned what made him react and twitch in pleasure.
Liam was glad her body was taking over as he didn’t know how long he’d be able to maintain this position. Another victory was when Catriona, only focusing on the pleasure he was giving her, pumped her hips up, making his cock slide partway inside.
