outlined by the fabric. He hooked his thumbs through the waistband and removed those as well. Miranda began to do likewise, but he stopped her. “I want to do that,” he muttered in a voice tight with need. Kneeling before her, he slowly pulled her panties over her thighs and down her legs, keeping his lips just millimeters from her throbbing sex. His hot breath teased her clit as he slowly ran a finger up the inside of her leg from her ankle to her thigh. Miranda’s breath hitched, and she felt herself getting wetter as the throbbing between her legs increased.
Liam picked her up as if she were a feather, and lay her on the oversized couch. He lowered himself down onto her, and she spread his legs to cradle him between them. The hotness of his sex pressed against her. The delicious pleasure of it triggered something deep within her, and she lifted her hips to press against him. All she could think of was how she wanted him to plunge himself deep inside her. “Please…” she heard herself whisper. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to her own, opening her lips and kissing him passionately. He groaned loudly, his hips thrusting toward her as his body responded to hers. “Not yet,” he whispered. His lips traced a trail of burning kisses down her neck to her breasts, and his lips latched onto one nipple. He licked and teased, stiffening it, as she moaned and writhed, desperation making her lose control. She began to cry out softly, unable to contain her response to him. His lips moved to the other breast, teasing the nipple into hardness. Liam slid a hand down to caress her belly and her hips, finally stopping at the mound between her legs. Miranda whimpered softly, knowing he would soon discover how wet she was. He gasped as he plunged a finger inside her, feeling her need. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered into her breasts.
She felt herself spreading her legs wide, needing him to do just that. But Liam continued still lower, his mouth tracing a path down her belly. Miranda held her breath in anticipation of what she knew was coming next. She felt his hot breath between her legs, his hair brushing against her thighs. Finally, he moved his mouth to her throbbing clitoris and began to lap and suck at her. Something like a half-moan, half-scream tore from Miranda’s lips as she reached down and twined her fingers in his hair. She squirmed and writhed as he ever-so-slowly swirled his tongue around her slit, suckling and nibbling her it until Miranda could take no more. She could feel the pressure building inside her and knew that soon she would be past the point of no return. Liam seemed to sense this, too. He continued to trace circles and patterns around her swollen nub, and soon Miranda felt the explosive heat of her orgasm unleash inside her as she bucked against his warm tongue. She cried out over and over as the world exploded into a million pieces around her. Slowly, slowly, the pieces began to reconstruct themselves, and she came back to reason to find Liam still lying between her legs, gently lapping at her.
When he felt that her orgasm was spent, he moved back up, positioning himself on top of her and between his legs. His hard cock found her wet, waiting sex, and he pressed his head slowly against her still-sensitive clitoris before sliding it slowly in between her wet folds. “Take me!” Miranda whispered, and he slid his head slowly inside her, groaning as he felt her warmth gripping his cock. She arched her hips to get him more deeply inside her, running her hands up and down along the length of his muscular back. He slowly rocked his hips to thrust inside her, a little deeper with each thrust. Her hips moved to match his, thrust for thrust. She felt alive, desired, and consumed with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his back. With each thrust they climbed higher and higher
A. C. Crispin, Kathleen O'Malley