Page 37 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
make me.
I plop back down on the sofa, only to hear his footsteps pounding up the steps. No sooner, there’s a knock on the door. I go completely still, fork midbite.Shit, he called my bluff. Or did I just bait him on purpose? Was I hoping he’d come up and make me?
I set the food on the coffee table and make my way to the door. I glance down at myself. Should I throw on a sweater or something? My nipples are hard and visible through the thin silk, but my body is already moving before my mind tells it to and I open the door.
The way Liam looks at me right now is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s desire, and anger, and longing. He looks me up and down. When he speaks, finally, his voice is hoarse and strained.
“Bambi,please. It’s torture seeing you.” Again, my body is moving before my mind tells it to, and I grab the back of his neck pulling him in to kiss me. I don’t start with a peck. No, I’m holding nothing back. I let him see how much I want him, how much I’ve wanted him since the first night at Colton’s. He’s gripping me at the waist now, his fingers sliding across the silk at first, before locking in. I move my tongue into his mouth, and he’s meeting mine stroke for stroke. He bites my lip and I moan, giving myself away. I’m on my toes now, needing to be closer, needing his body next to mine. I’m desperate.
He pushes me a step into the apartment and I let him guide me, so he pushes me in another step, using his foot to slam the door behind him, never loosening his grip on my waist.
“Bambi,” he whispers in my ear and I rub my slick thighs together from the sound. “I don’t just want sex. If that’s all this is to you, please tell me now. I just need to know.”
I’m basically panting with anticipation, my skin feels like it’s on fire, my knees are getting weak. “It’s not just sex for me. It’s more.”
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“It’s not just sex for me. It’s more,” I say to him quietly. He moves in on me, embracing me, sliding his mouth down to my neck where he starts sucking on me. One hand moves up and rests gently below my breast. He runs his thumb over my nipple and it puckers even more in response. I know I’m making noises, and so he keeps working my nipple, and sucking my neck. I’m bracing my hands on his rock hard chest, clawing at him in desire.
His other hand starts slipping up my mid-length negligee until his bare hand is gripping my ass. His embrace is so tight and firm and I want him so badly that if he were to brush a finger over my clit, I’d come in seconds. My impatience kicks in and I reach down, feeling his thick cock between my fingers. I rub them up and down his length until his breathing hitches. I reach for his belt, but he stills my fingers.
“I don’t have any condoms on me,” he says.
“I do,” is my quick reply. He pulls back to look at me, questioning. “It’s a long story, but yes, I have condoms.” I grab his hand and pull him to the bedroom. He follows me wordlessly, slipping off his jacket and loosening his tie on the way. I open the closet, and bring out the “Enjoy With a Partner” bag.
I open the drawstrings and pull out the cherry covered pouch, setting it on the nightstand. When I turn around to look at him, the only clothing he’s left on are his briefs. I lick my lips. I’m dying to see him, and stroke him, and even suck him. I move towards him and he meets me halfway. He immediately shoves one hand into my hair, holding the back of my head, while the other hand slams my body against his to feel his throbbing dick.
I’m embarrassed at how wet he’s made me. I’m soaking for him.
“Are you wet for me, Bambi?”
“Yes, drenched.” He walks me back to the bed and pushes me to lay down. He hooks his hands behind my knees and pulls me until my ass is on the edge of the mattress. He drops to his knees and slides my negligee up to just below my breasts, holding it in place with a large palm on my stomach.
“You don’t think you’re fucking gorgeous, baby?” He’s not looking me in the eyes. He’s looking at his hand, now moving to separate my lips. I throw my head back as his touch burns me. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” and he dips his head, running a long lick from my entrance up to my clit, holding it there, applying pressure. I move my hands forward to run through his hair. I need to be touching him, too. I desperately want his cock touching my skin.
He’s sucking at my clit now. Tugging it with his teeth. I’m shamelessly grinding against him, making little pants when he slips a large finger into me, the sensation sending me closer. My inner walls are clenching around him, and he slides in a second finger, adjusting them to rub a certain spot. I barely have time to call out his name as my orgasm hits me like a Mack truck. My back arches and my hands grip tightly at his hair. I grind on his tongue as his fingers continue fucking me, pulling out every last bit of pleasure. He keeps licking me, lapping up my cum like it’s fucking crème brûlée.
“Liam?”
“Yes, Bambi?”
“Can I have you in my mouth now?” He looks up at me, my juice still on his lips, and just stares at me a second.
“Baby, you don’t ever have to ask that, you understand?” I nod my head affirmatively. He removes his hand from my stomach and I sit up, then slide down to the floor till I’m on my knees. I urge him to stand and he does, removing his briefs. Once I can see him, all of him, I think I may have made a mistake asking to take him in my mouth. But even though I just came, the aftershocks and the sight of his cock have me wanting and ready again.
I take his length in my hand and look up at him while I take a long lick on the underside of his shaft from the base all the way to the tip. I lick up the bit of precum that was already pooling there. I move around his dick, kissing, and sucking at the sides until I’m reading to take him in.
I turn my eyes back to his and slide his dick slowly, gently into my mouth. My hand is fisting him at the base because of his length, and I begin to move in tandem. Pushing down on his cock, sucking, and bringing my hand up and down in a rhythm. He hisses, and I hope he’s enjoying this as much as I am, but then he says, “Stop,” and I freeze, releasing him from my mouth with a pop. He tugs on my hands for me to stand up, “Baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop, and I’m dying to be inside you. I wanna feel you come on my dick. Can I?”Yes, like he even needs to ask. I nod my head and he instructs me to lie down.
He steps around the side of the bed and unzips the cherry pouch. “This is quite the selection, Bambi.” I laugh, but stop the minute he turns back. His eyes pierce me as he climbs over me. He rips the foil open with his teeth then sits back on his heels, knees bent, to roll the rubber down his length. I’m biting my lip. I can’t wait.
“Liam?” He looks up at me, “I need you,” I say. He’s on top of me in seconds, sliding the negligee back up. I move to take it off, but he stops my hand.
“No, I fucking love this thing on you. Don’t take it off.”
“Okay,” is my only response. I open my legs a bit wider, making room for him as he lines up at my entrance, but he doesn’t slide in right away.
