Page 80 of Because of Liam

Chapter Forty-Nine

Bliss.

If I had to describe how I feel right now, the word would be bliss. I’m in a boneless bliss. My whole body is still tingling with the force of the orgasms Liam gave me. I’m completely spent and I don’t think I can move. There is nothing left in me. Liam took everything, and I greedily gave it to him. He promised multiples, and he delivered them.

Liam’s still inside me, still hard. His breath comes out in hash pants on my neck, his face buried in my hair. He’s leaning on his side, holding most of his weight off me, his free hand on my hip. I move my head a bit so I can face him and smooth my hand over his cheek. His eyes are still closed and he turns into my palm and kisses it. His eyes open then and a smile plays on his lips.

“Hi,” he says, and it comes out breathy. He’s still panting. My own breath is closer to normal now.

“Hi,” I say back with a smile myself. “I want to feel your weight on me.” I try to pull him down.

“I’ll crush you.”

“No, I’m not that breakable.”

He does it then. He lets me feel his weight on me and a gush of air leaves my lungs at the pressure of his chest on mine. He pulls back immediately, but I wrap my hands around his back and keep him.

“Shh, just for a moment, let me feel all of you.”

He does. It’s hard to breathe with all of his weight on me, but I love the feeling of his hard muscles pressing into my body and that he’s still hard inside me. I squeeze him and he groans and pulls his weight off me, bracing himself on his arms.

I smile. “I think you appreciate all the Kegel exercises I do.”

His mouth drops open and I laugh at the expression on his face and then I squeeze him again.

“Isn’t he ready for a nap after all the play time he had?” I ask, referring to his dick.

“No, he wants to play more, but he needs to get cleaned up first.” He pulls out of me then, slow, and I feel the loss. I want him right back in. How is it possible that I want him again just minutes after sex and after all the orgasms he gave me? I’ve never felt so fulfilled before.

“I have to clean up.” He walks to my door and opens it a couple of inches and then listens. “I don’t think Skye is back yet.” He looks over his shoulder and when he sees me, on my bed naked, as I did not bother to cover myself with the sheets, he inhales fast. His eyes heat again as they travel over me and I can see his semi getting hard again. “Jesus, River! Cover yourself, will you?”

I giggle but do not reach for the sheet. “Go clean up and hurry back.”

He shakes his head at me and goes. I can hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors and the water running in the bathroom. Then I hear him going into the kitchen and when he comes back, he has two water bottles in one hand and his clothes that he must have gotten from the living room in the other, and he is still naked.

Yum. He is so yummy.

He drops his clothes on the chair near the desk I use to do my schoolwork and locks the door again. Then he walks back to me and gets on the bed, standing on his knees. His erection proudly displayed between us. I sit up so I can get the water bottle he is holding for me, but Liam has something else in mind. He puts one of the water bottles on the nightstand next to the box of condoms and opens the other, tossing the cap over his shoulder. He holds it just out of my reach. “Come and get it.” His smile is devilish.

I get up on my knees and try to reach it, but he raises it over his head, his arm stretched out. I scoot over to him and let my breasts graze his chest and press my belly into his dick as I reach up his arm, sliding my hand over the tattoos. But of course, he’s much taller and his arms are much longer and I can’t reach it. His free hand goes around my waist and he bends his head and nuzzles my neck before kissing me. He pulls back, putting a few inches between our bodies.

“Open up, River,” he says as he starts to tilt the water bottle, a smug smile on his face, and I realize what he is going to do. I try to get away, but his arm has me locked in place, so I have no choice but to open my mouth and hope his aim is true.

He tilts the bottle slowly, looking between my face and the open end, and I feel silly like this looking up with my mouth open, then I remember what we just did and silly is no longer what I feel. The thin stream of water hits my tongue and I swallow as he pours it into my mouth, but then I feel him shift and he moves the bottle over and the water is now coming down my chin and neck and spilling over my breasts, icy cold. I squeal with surprise when the water hits my skin. His mouth follows the water and drinks it off my skin, licking down my neck and my chest. He leans into me, making me lie back down as he pours the icy water over my breasts and his greedy mouth traces the rivulets, licking and sucking. He nibbles at me and sucks on one nipple and then the other. He pours some more between my breasts and the water runs down onto my belly with his mouth right behind it. He pours the water into my belly button and then he slurps from it, making me moan and giggle at the same time. He moves between my legs, spreading them, and more water comes pouring over my right knee and down my inner thigh and he licks his way down until his face hovers over my center and then he looks up at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, or should I say a pussy- eating grin on his face? He pours the icy cold water on my pussy and I gasp as he drinks from me.

Damn! A girl could get used to this.

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