Because of Liam

by Erica Alexander

  When I open my eyes River in kneeling between my legs and I can feel the heat of her body, I can smell her sweet and spicy scent, and I can see the desire in her eyes. I reach for her and she comes to me willingly. I brush the edge of her tank top and let my fingers go under it. She sucks in a breath at the contact with her skin and I slide my hands up and under her top, dragging the fabric as I go. My eyes follow my hands as I see each little bit of skin exposed. When my thumbs caress the underside of her breasts my eyes go back to hers and she leans into my hands, seeking fuller contact. I don’t deny her. My hands cup her breasts and I feel their fullness, and I love the weight of them in my hands. Her top is bunched just above the swell of her breasts and I push it up as she helps me by pulling it over her head and dropping it to the bed.

  I take her in, her beautiful tanned skin and the lighter color where the sun never touches her. I trace a finger over the tan lines, one side and then the other. I’m taking my time with River and holding back is killing me. She moves up on her knees and brings her chest level with my face. I smile at her. Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough for her.

  “Impatient?” I ask.

  She answers me by grabbing the hairs on the back of my neck and tugging my face into her, and I gladly oblige. My lips latch on a nipple and I tease it with my tongue and teeth while my hand works on the other and then I switch, giving attention to each beautiful round swell in turn. I lick the top of her breasts and the space in between before returning to her nipples.

  “Do you like this, River?” I murmur against her skin.

  She moans.

  “Should I keep going?” I tease with a lick of my tongue.

  She tugs at my hair harder.

  “I will take that as a yes.”

  I come up on my knees now and push her back into the mattress, covering her body with mine. We both still have our underwear on and I reach to my hips and pull mine off before settling myself to her side. I let my hands move down her stomach and hips slowly before I follow their path with my mouth. I kiss and nibble my way down her belly. I move over to one hip and lick it, then trail my lips low on her belly and lick the other hip.

  River is breathing in rapid, shallow gasps and she’s rubbing her thighs onto each other. Her eyes are closed and I can see the shivers on her skin.

  I lick down a trail from her belly button to the edge of her purple panties and when I hover over them, I shift my weight to one side so my hand is free. I trace the unicorn picture on the front. “Is this unicorn for me? Did you buy these panties because they made you think of me?” I say remembering the time she asked me if unicorns jump out of my dick when I come.

  “Hmm,” she moans as my finger traces the outline of the unicorn. “I will never tell.”

  I kiss her over the design on her panties. “I will also take that as a yes.”

  Her hips jerk up.

  “I’m going to take these off now. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  She gasps. “Don’t stop.”

  I hook my fingers on both sides of her hips. She lifts her bottom and I pull her panties down her long legs, tossing them over my shoulder. Then I pull back and feast my eyes on her naked body.

  “You are so beautiful.” She is absolute perfection. Her full breasts more than fill my large hands and her waist is small. I can almost put my hands around it. Round hips and long tanned legs that I will soon have wrapped around my back as I pound into her.

  With gentle hands I move her knees. “Open up for me, River.”

  She does it with no hesitation and I move in between her legs. I hover over her on my hands and knees and bring my face to hers.

  She looks at me. I need to make sure she knows what I’m going to do, and she is okay with it.

  “I’m going to taste you now, babe.”

  River writhes under me as I kiss my way down her body until I find the place I’m looking for.

  I let my chin graze the curve of her thigh where it meets her core. I settle myself between her legs and push them open with my shoulders. Her curls are short and neatly trimmed and I move my nose into them. I inhale her deeply and I’m dizzy with her scent.

  “You smell so good.” I inhale her again. I can’t wait a moment longer to taste her.

  So, I don’t. I let my lips touch her and drop tiny, gentle kisses over her mound then trace her contours with my tongue.

  I’m a greedy bastard because all thoughts of moving slow, of letting her get used to my mouth on her evaporate the moment I get that first taste of her pussy.

  “Holy fuck! You taste like heaven.”

  My mouth drops to her again and I devour her. My tongue can’t get enough of her taste and I swear I could come just on the taste of her alone. I trace her folds with my tongue and then suck on her clit. She bucks under me and I pull back and gentle my mouth. I’m going out of my mind with need. I wrap my arm under her left thigh and move lower. My tongue finds her wetness and licks at it. She’s moaning and her hands are fisting the sheets as her hips move up to meet my mouth. I tongue fuck her pussy over and over again until her hands come to my hair and pull me even closer into her. I move my free hand between her legs and replace my tongue with a finger while my mouth finds her clit, so I nibble and lick it while my finger moves inside. She is so wet and so hot, I know she’s ready for me, but I won’t move further, not until she comes on my face and fingers. I pull my hand away, then go back in with two fingers and it’s a tight fit. She’s so close I can feel it in the way her body is moving, in the rapid sounds of her breaths. I search for and find that magical spot inside her and press on it while sucking on her clit and then River breaks apart. Her body tenses up and her hips shoot off the bed. I hold on, never stopping what I’m doing.

  The sounds coming out of her are the most beautiful I have ever heard. And still I hold on. I’m not stopping or letting go. I can get more out of her and just when her orgasm hits its plateau, I move my fingers and press that spot again while flicking her clit with my tongue and she rolls into another orgasm. Her whole body is spasming and she screams my name. I gentle my fingers and my mouth and let her come down from it. Her body is limp, her eyes are closed, the only movement the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I watch her—she is the most exquisite thing I have ever seen. Like this, completely spent and coming down from her orgasmic high, her face flushed pink and her lips swollen from my kisses. I climb my way back up her and kiss her. She parts for me and my tongue dips inside her mouth. I kiss her, letting her taste herself.

  “River?”

  “Hmm, yes,” she answers, her eyes still closed.

  “Do you taste yourself?”

  “I do.”

  “You taste lick-a-licious.”

  She opens her eyes now, and the gold mingles with the green. “Lick-a-licious? Is that a word?”

  “It is now.”

  She pulls me to her and kisses me. I brace myself with my arms on either side of her and she brings her legs up and presses her knees to my hips. Her hands reach between us and her palms smooth over my stomach, her fingers tracing the ridges of my six pack. I moan into her mouth. I haven’t given her a chance to touch me yet, I was so intent on having her and touching her. She reaches lower and grasps me, closing her hand around the head of my dick and trying to move up and down on my length, but her arms can’t quite reach me.

  She tries to push me up and over, and I know what she wants to do, but I can’t wait any longer to be inside her, I pull her hand away from me.

  “Later. Right now, I need to be inside you if you’ll have me.” I make sure her eyes are on mine. “Do you still want me?”

  “God, yes, I do. More than anything I have ever wanted before,” she says.

  “Are you sure? We can stop right here, right now. We don’t have to go any further.”

  “Liam?”

  “Yes?”

  She reaches over and fumbles with the box, taking a gold square from it. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  I take th
e foil from her and rip it with my teeth, pulling the condom from it. I hold it, making sure I have it the right way, and unroll it over me. River watches my every move, and she licks her lips when I hold myself. And I have a feeling she likes watching me.

  I lean over her and let my body lower onto hers until we touch. I move my hand between us and touch her to make sure she’s still wet, and she does not disappoint. Then I guide myself into her opening and push in. She is so tight, I find a bit of resistance and stop. Even though I know she’s technically not a virgin, this is actually her first time. The one she will remember. I want to make it a good memory.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, “but I have to push in. I’ll go slow and let you get used to me.”

  Her hips move up to meet me when I push inside her a bit further and I hold off on to the need to just plunge into her.

  She moans. “More, Liam. More.”

  I chuckle and push in another inch. “What if I don’t have any more?”

  “You promised me eight inches, you better deliver it.”

  I do. I push myself in the rest of the way until I’m completely buried inside her. She gasps and her hands go down my back and grab my ass. She pulls me to her and her legs wrap around my thighs, locking behind my knees.

  “Heaven, River, your body is pure heaven. You are so hot and so tight all around me. It’s never felt this good.”

  She contracts her pelvic muscles and squeezes me inside her.

  “Fuck! Oh fuck! You’re killing me, babe.”

  A wicked smile plays on her lips. “Are you inside yet? I can’t tell.” She laughs when my mouth drops open. She wiggles under me. “Move, Liam, I want you to move.”

  “Just for that, I should stay here and not move at all.”

  She squeezes me again, and a hiss escapes my lips, and I move because there’s no way I can hold back now. I try to go slow, to let her get used to me being inside her, get used to my size, but she is having none of it. River grabs my ass and using her legs for leverage, she’s moving right along with me and pushing me to go faster.

  “Harder, Liam, harder.”

  “I don’t. Want”—my voice is strained with lust and pleasure—“to hurt you.”

  “You won’t!”

  Her hands grab my ass tighter as I plunge into her. I pull nearly all the way out and then ram into her again hard, but nowhere near as hard as I could go. I’m still holding back. She moans, and she moves under me, meeting each thrust in perfect sync. I brace myself with my elbows on either side of her head, my hands in her hair. My eyes roam everywhere, taking everything in. Her flushed face and her parted lips. Her eyes are closed and her face is washed in rapture. Her breasts move when we move and her hard nipples brush against my chest. I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of her all around me, her tight fit, her smell, her taste. I can feel how close she is and I know I won’t last much longer. My lips find her throat and I suck and lick and kiss my way up to her mouth and then plunge into her mouth with the same intensity as I fuck her.

  I take and take and take and she gives and gives and gives.

  She comes then, moaning into my mouth, and I pull my lips from hers because I want to watch her face as she breaks apart in my arms and around my dick. When I feel the waves of her orgasm lessen, I reach a hand between our bodies, rub her clit, and thrust into her harder and faster, and her ebbing orgasm kicks into another one. She’s coming again, screaming my name. I have never seen or heard anything more beautiful. I let go then and join her, letting mine wash over me, and can already tell this is the best I’ve ever had and it can only get better.

  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 th
e 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.

  Chapter Fifty

  It’s mid-morning now and River is sleeping in my arms, her sweet bottom nestled against me. After we made love for the second time, she was so spent, she fell asleep almost as soon as I pulled out of her. She didn’t hear me when I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up or when I went into the kitchen and set the coffeemaker to start in a couple of hours. She didn’t hear me when I came back into the room and locked the door again but not before taping a sign to it with the words.

  DO NOT DISTURB. NO ONE IS HERE. GO AWAY.