“I want to love you, Janet.” His voice was quiet, almost reverent as he teased her nipple with his thumb and finger. He pinched and pulled, alternating the gentle caresses with a rougher, earthier touch. “I want to touch you everywhere, taste every inch of you.” He moved closer, still playing with her nipple. “I want to taste that sweetness I smell, baby.”
Slowly, as to not startle her, and give her a chance to pull away, he moved his hand to the front of the sweat pants she wore. He caressed the soft flesh above the waistband before slipping his fingertips inside. She moaned against his mouth but didn’t stop him. When his fingers didn’t encounter any tell-tale lace to indicate she was wearing panties, he was the one groaning. “Spread your legs baby.”
She moaned, but obeyed him. Keeping a firm pressure on her mouth in case anyone walked by, he explored until he felt the springy touch of hair. Then he growled. He knew other men liked a clean shaven pussy, but not him. He tangled his fingers in her delicate feminine curls, holding her firmly as she writhed beneath his touch. One finger breached her slit, sliding through her wetness.
“Liam.” Another breathy whisper that had his cock pumping out pre-cum.
“Easy. Easy.” He moved his finger, setting a slow, steady rhythm against her pussy. He didn’t press down hard, just moved lightly along her lips.
Janet really didn’t know that much about sex. Oh, she knew the mechanics, and she’d given herself relief when she needed to. But she’d never had man touch her before. She’d barely had a few stolen kisses. Most of her interaction with men had been violent and degrading.
Now, she wanted to know everything. She wanted to feel the sunshine and ride the rainbows. She smiled at her corniness.
“Damn, baby, you are so fucking wet.” His buried his face against her throat and her hands curled around his biceps. Her small hands didn’t even cover half of the tanned flesh. Suddenly, his touch wasn’t so gentle, his finger now dragging heavily along her slit, pressing deeper until he separated her lips and slipped inside the warm, swollen flesh
Tiny cries of pleasure and moans were swallowed by his mouth, consumed by the driving hunger. Thought suspended, the world belonged to touch, to taste, to scents of passion. Janet was soaring, whirling in a sea of desire as she let her control slip away.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need.” He added another finger inside her.
Her hands moved down his arms encircling his forearms as she allowed her body to move on his hand. She closed her eyes and her wolf spiraled beyond everyday sensation.
“Liam!” The cry was torn from her as she entered oblivion. He kept pumping inside her, making her crest again and again until she begged him to stop.
He did, withdrawing from her slowly. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste so fucking good when you come.”
“I bet you do too,” she whispered, her courage soaring just as her pleasure had moments before. A man could not touch a woman like that, so unselfishly, without having some attraction to her. Some sort of feeling that went beyond the lust of satisfaction.
Her lips skimmed the sensual contours of his mouth and she could feel the strength seep from her knees as wild thoughts of passion of what he could do with that mouth ricocheted through her head. The feel of those lips on her body, sucking at her breasts, lapping at her clit… Janet wanted to melt into a pile of sugar right then and there.
She pressed a series of openmouthed kisses up his throat on her way to nuzzling the satiny skin behind his ear. Next her lips traveled across the planes of his chest, covering the hard muscles with hot, wet kisses. Liam felt himself sinking into a bottomless well of emotion. He hadn’t felt this way in years—if ever. The feel of her hot, wet mouth against his skin set off a series of explosions inside him. He clutched her hand and dragged it to the front of his pants and laid her open palm over his hard dick. “Touch me, mate,” he muttered. “Make me burn.”
He groaned in anticipation as the zipper slipped slowly down, followed by the soft slither of cloth as the denim pooled at his feet. Control. He fought for control. It had to be Janet’s decision how far they went tonight. He would take only what she offered and give her everything she needed in return. She maneuvered her hand inside his pants, gasping when she felt the hot, hard flesh and absorbed his strength and size. Her small hand encircled him, her fingers failing to meet around his girth. Her movements were awkward as she stroked him, not those of a woman who had done this thing often or recently. He covered her hand with his. “Like this, baby.”