Page 34 of I Can't Even

“No, don’t move,” he said.

I flopped back against the mattress. I stared up at him and the man before me merged in my mind with the young man who had stood over me just like this. Back then we’d been so young and totally inexperienced but we’d fumbled through it together with laughter and wonder as we’d unlocked the mysteries of each other’s body. Did he remember it like I did?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, he shifted so that he was lying on his stomach in between my thighs. When I glanced down, I could see his sun-browned hand pinning me to the bed while his thick thatch of dark hair tickled the soft skin on the inside of my thighs as he moved closer to my sweet spot.

“This,” he said. His lips parted and his breath puffed against the hot flesh that was pulsing with need. “This is all I have been able to think about.”

“Please,” I begged. “Please, I need...”

I lifted my hips, trying to get closer to him. He held me still with a tsk and then with his other hand he swiped his thumb right over my clit making me lurch up at the jolt of pure sensation that rocketed through me.

“What is it that you want, Jules?” Liam kissed my inner thigh. “My mouth?”

“Yes,” I growled.

“My fingers?” He swiped his thumb over the sensitive flesh again.

“Ah, y...yes.” I panted.

“Or my cock?” His voice was a low growl that made me shiver and sweat at the same time. “Is that what you want, Jules, my cock inside your pussy?”

“God, yes,” I cried. His dirty talk was making me dizzy and for a second I thought I might pass out.

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth,” he said. He opened his mouth and put it right on my girl parts, sliding his tongue across the aching, throbbing folds. I ground my head into the mattress feeling like this was going to be the fastest orgasm I had ever achieved. But he pulled away before I got there and I almost wept with frustration.

“Then I am going to make you come with my fingers,” he said. When he said it, he slid a finger inside of me and my muscles convulsed around him as if they could keep him prisoner. They couldn’t. He withdrew his hand and this time I actually felt the pinprick of tears behind my eyelids.

“And then I am going to fuck you and make you come again and again and again,” he said.

He took his hand off of my middle and put one hand on each thigh, spreading me wide open. I was beyond any shyness or second guesses. All I knew was that I needed him, needed this, and I would give him anything just to make the aching throb go away.

He put his mouth on me and began to work his magic. He sucked, licked, nuzzled and then when I didn’t think I could stand it another second, he used his tongue to go deep while he used his thumb on my clit like it was a trigger. Before I could even register it, I was arching my back and crying out as a wave of bliss burst from beneath his lips and shot out to the edges of my skin in waves of pleasure that had me gasping and panting and swearing.

I collapsed against the bed but Liam wasn’t having any of that. He pulled me up to a seated position, tugged my dress over my head and tossed it into the corner of the room. Clad in only my high-heeled sandals and my bra, I was too blissed out to be self-conscious. In one deft maneuver, Liam had the bra unhooked and it went the way of the dress.

I reached for him, cupping him through his jeans and giving him a gentle squeeze. I wanted to return the favor of one of the best orgasms of my entire life, seriously, I was game to swallow and everything, but he gently moved his hand away.

“Not yet,” he said.

“But I want...”

“Shh,” he said. “It’s still my turn.”

Oh, wow.

He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. It made my pulse thrum and I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, kissing him with everything I had, trying to get him to understand that I had never stopped loving him.

He pulled my arms from around his neck and pushed me back onto the bed. Now that he had full access to my body, he took full advantage. His mouth nipped my more sensitive places, sometimes leaving marks. I didn’t care. I welcomed the evidence that I had him back in my life, in my bed, and in my heart.

The naughty feel of his jean-clad thighs between my bare ones made my insides writhe and twist in the most delicious way. The slow burn of desire churned inside of me, bubbling up to the surface, looking for release. Only Liam could fill me with such longing. In all the years we’d been apart, I’d had only a few relationships—all of which were doomed before the start because nothing and no one had ever compared to Liam Mahony.

Sensing I was close, he slid first one finger inside of me, teasing me by pumping it in and out before adding a second and swirling them together. Again, I was bucking my hips, trying to get him closer, get him deeper, feel him all the way down deep inside my core.

“What do you need, Jules?” He moved his fingers in and out and then leaned down to nip the hardened point of my nipple.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, I moaned. I tried to show him what I needed by grabbing his hand and encouraging it to go faster and deeper. He used his other hand to capture both my wrists, dragging them over my head and holding them down while he kept moving his fingers in and out in a slow leisurely slide that did nothing but make me crazy.

“What do you need, Jules?” he asked again.

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