woman currently balanced on his lap. The deep purple fabric of her dress made her violet eyes pop, her thick black lashes framing her almond eyes. Some of her hair had fallen forward over her right shoulder, a black curtain of silk.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked as he pushed his hands under the fabric of her dress, his fingers finding the lace he’d seen just seconds before.
Her hands moved from his shoulders down to his chest, tracing his muscles through the fabric. “We both already know what’s going to happen here? So there’s no need for the flattery, Liam.”
“I’m not feeding you more lines.” He shook his head, one of his hands moving up to her hip while the other traveled to the sweet spot between her thighs.
“You’re no longer just trying to pick up some girl at the bar?” Her mouth quirked to the side before it dropped open on a gasp, her eyes dilating as he pressed his thumb to her clit through the thin material.
“You aren’t some girl.” He was beginning to think she was the girl, and that thought wasn’t as scary as it normally should’ve been. Or maybe he was just too thoroughly distracted to focus on it.
Yeah, probably the second one. But really what else was he supposed to be focused on when she was currently bucking against him. Her hands went back to his shoulders, where she fisted the fabric of his T-shirt and held on tight.
“Is…is that so?”
“That is so.” He pulled the lace of her panties to the side, running his fingers across her folds before he slipped two inside of her.
“Oh God.” Her hips picked up speed as she sought more pressure.
He wanted to take her this way, but with his cock buried deep inside of her as opposed to his fingers. He wanted her naked, riding him hard as her tits bounced freely in his face.
But he really wasn’t of a mind to stop her from seeking her pleasure. No, he wanted to feel her body tighten around his fingers. Wanted to hear her moans. Wanted to watch her and appreciate everything about the moment when she completely and totally lost herself.
Because the fact of the matter was that once he was inside her, it was hard to focus on everything. Last night she’d blown his mind. He had no doubt it was going to be any different tonight.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin despite the fabric of his shirt. Every time she moved she rubbed against him, making him harder with each brush of her body.
The sweetest torture he’d ever experienced in his life.
But with each breathy moan and gasp that emanated from her mouth, his willpower to wait for her to finish took another hit. He fought every instinct to free his erection from his jeans and get inside her, but as the condoms were in the bedroom that was a no-go.
A change in location was imminent. He could wait for her to finish. He could do that. He could breathe past the clawing desperation for her. He just needed to focus, needed to get her there sooner.
“Come on, honey. Come for me,” he said as he worked her clit.
“I am. I am. Liam, don’t stop.” Her head fell back between her shoulders, her words going toward the ceiling.
“Not going to stop. But I need you to look at me.” He wanted to see it happen, wanted to watch her unravel. He hadn’t been able to last time, he’d had his face buried in her neck and had been focusing on not coming before she did. Though he wasn’t going to lie, that was still a bit of a concern at the moment.
Harper’s head fell forward and her eyes landed on his, dazed and maybe just a little bit lost. But seconds later she was found. Her body trembling as his name came across her lips and she let go. She fell into him, burying her face in his throat as she caught her breath.
He pulled his hand from her body, putting it on her hip. His other hand moved up, his palm going to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair. “You okay?”
She groaned, the vibration
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked as he pushed his hands under the fabric of her dress, his fingers finding the lace he’d seen just seconds before.
Her hands moved from his shoulders down to his chest, tracing his muscles through the fabric. “We both already know what’s going to happen here? So there’s no need for the flattery, Liam.”
“I’m not feeding you more lines.” He shook his head, one of his hands moving up to her hip while the other traveled to the sweet spot between her thighs.
“You’re no longer just trying to pick up some girl at the bar?” Her mouth quirked to the side before it dropped open on a gasp, her eyes dilating as he pressed his thumb to her clit through the thin material.
“You aren’t some girl.” He was beginning to think she was the girl, and that thought wasn’t as scary as it normally should’ve been. Or maybe he was just too thoroughly distracted to focus on it.
Yeah, probably the second one. But really what else was he supposed to be focused on when she was currently bucking against him. Her hands went back to his shoulders, where she fisted the fabric of his T-shirt and held on tight.
“Is…is that so?”
“That is so.” He pulled the lace of her panties to the side, running his fingers across her folds before he slipped two inside of her.
“Oh God.” Her hips picked up speed as she sought more pressure.
He wanted to take her this way, but with his cock buried deep inside of her as opposed to his fingers. He wanted her naked, riding him hard as her tits bounced freely in his face.
But he really wasn’t of a mind to stop her from seeking her pleasure. No, he wanted to feel her body tighten around his fingers. Wanted to hear her moans. Wanted to watch her and appreciate everything about the moment when she completely and totally lost herself.
Because the fact of the matter was that once he was inside her, it was hard to focus on everything. Last night she’d blown his mind. He had no doubt it was going to be any different tonight.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin despite the fabric of his shirt. Every time she moved she rubbed against him, making him harder with each brush of her body.
The sweetest torture he’d ever experienced in his life.
But with each breathy moan and gasp that emanated from her mouth, his willpower to wait for her to finish took another hit. He fought every instinct to free his erection from his jeans and get inside her, but as the condoms were in the bedroom that was a no-go.
A change in location was imminent. He could wait for her to finish. He could do that. He could breathe past the clawing desperation for her. He just needed to focus, needed to get her there sooner.
“Come on, honey. Come for me,” he said as he worked her clit.
“I am. I am. Liam, don’t stop.” Her head fell back between her shoulders, her words going toward the ceiling.
“Not going to stop. But I need you to look at me.” He wanted to see it happen, wanted to watch her unravel. He hadn’t been able to last time, he’d had his face buried in her neck and had been focusing on not coming before she did. Though he wasn’t going to lie, that was still a bit of a concern at the moment.
Harper’s head fell forward and her eyes landed on his, dazed and maybe just a little bit lost. But seconds later she was found. Her body trembling as his name came across her lips and she let go. She fell into him, burying her face in his throat as she caught her breath.
He pulled his hand from her body, putting it on her hip. His other hand moved up, his palm going to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair. “You okay?”
She groaned, the vibration
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