Page 111 of Renascence
His eyes are conflicted, opposite emotions battling inside him. I want to make him feel better and there’s only one way I know how.
“Make love to me, Liam. I need you.”
Grabbing my ass, he shifts so I’m lying on the bed with my legs around his hips.
“You should forget about me, Emily. I’m no good for you.”
“Because of one little picture? Kiss me, Liam.”
“You’ll get hurt.”
“I won’t.”
I pull his head down, pressing my lips to his. He groans, hips pushing me into the bed.
“Fuck, Em. I’ve never wanted another woman as much as I want you.”
“Then show me,” I reply, breathless from his lips trailing down my neck.
He reaches under the T-shirt I’m wearing, gently tugging my panties off. After tossing them aside, he removes his cut, then reaches behind him to pull his T-shirt off. My tongue slides over my bottom lip, eyes feasting on his naked, tatted chest. I sit up, hands on his sides as I drop kisses on his stomach, licking the peaks and valleys of his abs, and the V on his hips. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me lower. Eyes locked with his, I quickly undo his belt, button, and zipper, freeing his dick and taking him in my mouth. This is the first time he’s allowed me any kind of control and I intend to make use of it. With each lick, he grows harder and harder. Gripping him in a tight fist, I stroke him up and down, in sync with my mouth. He moans above me and I echo the sound, the vibrations making him pull on my hair. Using my free hand, I cup his balls, sliding my palm over them.
“Let me see your tits.”
I lose the T-shirt, palming both breasts and pushing them together. He watches, mesmerized as I tug on my nipples. Stroking his dick, he leans in, sliding it between my breasts. I let him fuck them, hands on top of mine, controlling the pressure on his dick.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he says on a groan.
“I want your mouth on them.”
He obliges, hands replacing mine as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, forcing me to lie back. A cycle of nibble, suck, lick ensues, moving from one to the other. Tremors rock my body, pussy clenching with need. Reading my body like a book, he circles my clit before sliding a finger inside me. It glides in and out, his mouth worshipping my breasts.
“Please, Liam….”
He doesn’t make me wait any longer, slowly guiding himself home while burying his face in my neck. My back arches, arms and legs wrapping around him.
“Fuck, darlin’….”
“Oh, Liam,” I choke out, getting teary eyed.
“What is it?” He raises his head, staring down at me in confusion.
“You called me darlin’.”
Not only that, but this is the gentlest he’s ever been with me. This is not about him dominating or me submitting. It’s just us… Liam and Emily.
“That’s because I’ve lost all control when it comes to you, Em.”
Before I can respond, his lips are stealing my breath. He pulls out of me, pushing in with deep strokes, hand gripping my thigh.
“Harder,” I pant, scratching at his back. “Fuck me, Liam. I’m all yours.” He grunts, picking up the pace, thumb circling my clit. “Yes. Yes! Just like that!”
He takes my nipple between his lips again, and the added stimulation sends pleasure radiating through me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!”
He thrusts harder, grunting with effort. The moment I fall apart, clenching around him and screaming his name, he shudders, going deep. When he collapses on top of me, I can’t hold back my giggle.
“What’s so funny, naughty girl?”
