Page 51 of The Confessions of a Lady
Gripping her hip, Liam kept her still when she instinctively tried to squirm away.
‘Trust me, Penny. It’s going to be so good. I promise.’ He was looking up at her from between her spread legs. The scene was impossibly erotic. Her pale thighs glowing in firelight. Her breasts quivering each time she moved. And Liam’s mouth, whispering against her skin, drifting ever closer to the aching flesh pulsing with need.
‘This can’t be right.’ Never had Penny imagined a man would want to put his mouththere.
‘Let me show you how right it can be.’ He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her inner thigh, sucking hard enough to make her jolt again.
‘God!’
‘No. Liam.’ His eyes sparkled as his lips curved. ‘Keep touching your breasts; show me what you like.’
Penny leaned back against the chair again. Watching him was overwhelming. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on feeling.
Her fingers pinching and squeezing.
His breath heating already enflamed, wet flesh.
He licked her slit, separating the folds with his firm tongue and Penny screamed.
His mouth was a magical thing, flicking, laving, sucking, biting her inner flesh until he found a cluster of pleasure hidden and hard at the apex of her entrance. The swollen bud was desperate for friction.
Penny cried out again as he tortured the sweet, secret jewel, hard licks, then whisper-soft kisses. Swirling circles, then long, scraping rasps with his tongue. She was spinning higher, deeper, flying apart one piece at a time. He pushed a finger into her, stretching untried muscles, then thrusting in rhythm with his mouth. It was too much. Not enough. Everything.
He flattened his tongue, rubbing against her until she burned. On a guttural cry, she let the flames engulf her, consuming what she once was and forging something entirely new, something incandescent. Something eternal.
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Hearing Penny scream his name as she came apart broke loose a piece of shield shrouding Liam’s soul. His heart cracked as his body tightened.
Stunning.
Her perfectly shaped breasts, tipped with coral nipples he was desperate to touch, thrust upward as she arched against his mouth. Her taste was addicting, a drug far more dangerous to him than the poppy’s nectar. He gave her no quarter, continuing to lick and suck until the climax overwhelmed Penny. She gripped his hair, pulling him away from her honeyed quim.
‘It’s too much…’ she panted, her hazel eyes gloriously unfocused.
Liam leaned back on his heels, his erection so painfully hard, he winced.
Thankfully, Penny was too lost in her own climax to notice his state of discomfort. ‘I had no idea… I thought a man and a woman must…’ She patted her hands together in a slow clap, mimicking two bodies coming together, Liam supposed. He did his best not to be charmed by her innocence. ‘But that wasn’t at all…’ She clapped her hands together again.
‘And there is no chance of pregnancy.’
Penny cleared her throat. ‘Yes of course… because in order for a woman to become pregnant, a man would obviously have to…’ Trailing off, she shifted her gaze away from his to look at the fire. ‘I mean, everyone knows they would need to…’ She bit her lip, her fingers fiddling with the little wooden button on her still-open dress. Realising her state of dishabille, she hastily tucked her pretty breasts back into her chemise and quickly buttoned the top.
Liam’s cock twitched in disappointment before he brought his mind back to their discussion.
She didn’t know. And why would she? This wasn’t an appropriate topic of discussion for the gentler sex. Which was ridiculous. A woman should at least be informed on how one might become pregnant and what could be done to avoid such a life-altering condition. Not an easy thing to do when women were deemed too delicate to understand the details.
‘Yes, exactly. In order for a woman to fall pregnant, the man would have to release his seed. Inside her.’
Penny’s cheeks darkened in a blush, and she blinked several times. ‘R-right. And he would do that by…’
‘Penetrating her. With his cock. Repeatedly, until the man climaxes.’
Emitting a strangled sort of sound, she swallowed. ‘Yes. His… right, well. Exactly so.’ Flipping her skirts down, she pushed to her feet unsteadily.
Liam followed her lead, standing as well and catching her hand in his before she could escape. ‘If that is something you are curious about, there are ways to limit the chances of pregnancy. Even with penetration. But there would always be a risk.’
Her hazel eyes narrowed. ‘Really?’
