“Baby…”
I lift my skirt and reposition myself so I’m straddling his lap. His cock is already hard against my inner thigh. “Take me, Liam. I’m aching for you.”
“Fuck. You’re killing me, Goldie.”
I reach between us and find the button of his jeans, popping them open. He leans back on his hands, giving me enough room to tug them down his thighs, leaving him in just a pair of boxer briefs.
Liam’s fingers slide under the slit in my dress and gently glide up my inner thigh, while I free his hard length from its confines.
He tugs my panties to the side, and I shiver at the first brush of his fingers against my clit. He smirks. “You’re already soaked for me.”
Nobody touches me the way Liam does—delicately, reverently. For a large man, he can be surprisingly soft.
He kisses me, his tongue flicking against mine in a perfect rhythm. I moan into his mouth as my body tingles. Two of his fingers slip inside my pussy while his thumb finds my piercing, and I gasp at the sensation.
“I love the sounds you make when I’m touching you, my perfect little whore.”
The sheer dominance and possession in his voice is like a drug. I should hate being degraded, but fuck if it doesn’t make my chest flutter with excitement. I’m sick of platitudes, sick of being called everybody’s darling so they can keep me in their good graces. I’ll take being Liam’s perfect little whore over fake niceties any day.
He brings his mouth to my taut nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. I throw my head back in pleasure as he sucks it between his lips, all the while continuing to work me feverishly with his expert hands. His fingers twist and scissor inside me, playing my body like an instrument, and it’s a masterclass in pleasure.
My hips rock against him of their own accord, and he grins against my neck. “Come for me, baby. Soak my hand.”
A few more precise strokes bring me right up to the cliff’s edge.
“Oh fuck… I’m gonna…”
He captures my mouth and swallows my sounds in the stillness of our sanctuary as I plunge headlong into bliss. My body convulses in his arms, and he strokes me slowly now, bringing me down from the high as delicately as we started.
He kisses my collarbone. “Now say thank you, baby.”
“Thank you, baby,” I murmur breathlessly.
He chuckles, and the sound reverberates through him and into me. “God, you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?”
“Shut up and fuck me, Liam.”
He grips my neck with his rough palm and brings his face less than an inch from mine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in control this time.”
“It sure looks like I am,” I say teasingly.
I wrap my hand around his rigid length and give a few hard strokes before positioning him at my entrance. His eyes flutter closed in pure ecstasy as I sink onto his length, inch by perfect inch, until I’m fully seated and gasping at the fullness.
I swivel my hips back and forth in a rocking motion, savoring the delicious stretch of his thick cock. Liam’s hand around my throat tightens a fraction, and he captures my mouth, his tongue coaxing me to open for him. My body complies, and he releases a satisfied groan as his tongue glides against mine.
“You feel too good. I’m not gonna last,” he says gruffly.
The breeze coming off the lake sends a shiver up my spine, and Liam moves swiftly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. His warmth envelopes me and I slow my movements, wanting to prolong this perfect moment.
His hand tangles in my hair and he tugs until I’m looking up at him. “This body was made for sin, and it’s a goddamn shame I can't strip you naked right now.”
My chest squeezes at his reverent words. I’ve never felt more desired. My body has always been a non-issue with sexual partners in the past—neither worshipped nor criticized. With Liam, I feel whole. He wants me not in spite of my body, but because it belongs to me, and he accepts me without condition or pretext.
I roll my hips against his lap, and he groans against my neck. “I’m close, Goldie.”
“Come inside me, Liam.”
His hand slides beneath my dress and finds my clit again, applying the perfect amount of added pressure. My thighs are aching so bad I can barely move, so Liam takes over, fucking up into me from below as he grips my ass and holds me there. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him while my entire body trembles. I come on a cry as another wave crashes against the shore. Liam follows me over the edge, filling me with his release.
