him.
The robe was wide open now, trapped around her hips, exposing the scrap of black lace between her slightly parted thighs. She leaned up to kiss him, but he shook his head and pulled away. “Watch my hand, sweetheart. Watch me touch you.”
Talia looked down at his hand, so dark against this paler part of her skin where the Afghan sun hadn’t touched her. She trembled as he drew his fingers up and down the front lace panel, her breaths growing shallow. He could have stripped the thong off her, but it was so erotic like this, slowly unwrapping her like a present and leaving more secrets for later. He teased her, gliding his fingers over her covered pussy until she shifted restlessly. He stopped, his hold tightened in silent warning and she stilled, a soft groan of frustration escaping from her lips. A flush of arousal burned bright in her cheeks, her eyes almost glazed with need when Liam finally slipped his fingers beneath the edge of the fabric and touched the hot, slick flesh beneath. He clenched his teeth at the feel of her, the evidence of her excitement.
Talia gasped, letting her head fall back. Her eyes were closed, the pleasure clear on her face. Nothing held back, accepting and loving every moment of what he was doing to her. An image right out of his fantasies.
“So wet,” he breathed, stroking the velvety inner labia, carefully circling her swollen clit.
Talia tensed and whimpered, lifting into his touch. Her lids lifted, showing pupils dilated with arousal.
“No, stay still. I want you to let me make you come just like this.”
The muscles in her thighs quivered. She was so fucking sexy like that, pert breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths, nipples flushed and beaded, the lingering uncertainty in her warring with the heat.
Exhaling slowly, she forced her body to relax and opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, reveling in her unspoken trust. He touched her some more, noting the subtle tension that built higher in her with each wet caress against her clit. His thumb massaged ever so gently over the edge of it, right on the spot that made her whimper and strain to keep from moving. But she remained unmoving, giving him control of her body, her pleasure. It turned him on like nothing else ever could have.
Rubbing her bud slow and steady, he slid two fingers into her slick pussy. Her spine arched and she cried out as her muscles clenched around him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, little shivers of pleasure dancing up his spine each time the soft curves of her ass shifted against his cock.
“Liam,” she cried softly, her face twisted into a mask of agonized ecstasy.
“I know. I’ll get you there,” he murmured against her ear, nuzzling her fragrant skin. “Enjoy, Tal. I love watching you let go.”
She shivered and finally opened her eyes to stare up at him. The lust in her gaze made him want to growl in satisfaction. Her muscles trembled now, so close to the edge of orgasm, fighting the need to move. He could sense it all battling inside her, all those emotions she kept locked down tight looking for release.
Stroking the pad of his thumb over her clit with a steady rhythm, he curved his fingers up until they rubbed against the slightly roughened patch of flesh behind her pubic bone, finding and pressing against her G-spot with each firm thrust.
Talia’s lips parted on a soft cry of pleasure and shock as her lashes fluttered down. Her spine curled, those beautiful breasts lifting toward him, dusky nipples begging to be touched, sucked. He couldn’t resist the sexy display. Bending over her, he took one hard tip in his mouth and drew on it in time to the tempo of his fingers. She let out a sharp sound and twisted her head to the side, her nails digging deep into his shoulders.
“There—oh, God, don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly.
He answered with a sound of reassurance low in his throat and kept sucking on her tight nipple, loving the hell out of her
The robe was wide open now, trapped around her hips, exposing the scrap of black lace between her slightly parted thighs. She leaned up to kiss him, but he shook his head and pulled away. “Watch my hand, sweetheart. Watch me touch you.”
Talia looked down at his hand, so dark against this paler part of her skin where the Afghan sun hadn’t touched her. She trembled as he drew his fingers up and down the front lace panel, her breaths growing shallow. He could have stripped the thong off her, but it was so erotic like this, slowly unwrapping her like a present and leaving more secrets for later. He teased her, gliding his fingers over her covered pussy until she shifted restlessly. He stopped, his hold tightened in silent warning and she stilled, a soft groan of frustration escaping from her lips. A flush of arousal burned bright in her cheeks, her eyes almost glazed with need when Liam finally slipped his fingers beneath the edge of the fabric and touched the hot, slick flesh beneath. He clenched his teeth at the feel of her, the evidence of her excitement.
Talia gasped, letting her head fall back. Her eyes were closed, the pleasure clear on her face. Nothing held back, accepting and loving every moment of what he was doing to her. An image right out of his fantasies.
“So wet,” he breathed, stroking the velvety inner labia, carefully circling her swollen clit.
Talia tensed and whimpered, lifting into his touch. Her lids lifted, showing pupils dilated with arousal.
“No, stay still. I want you to let me make you come just like this.”
The muscles in her thighs quivered. She was so fucking sexy like that, pert breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths, nipples flushed and beaded, the lingering uncertainty in her warring with the heat.
Exhaling slowly, she forced her body to relax and opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, reveling in her unspoken trust. He touched her some more, noting the subtle tension that built higher in her with each wet caress against her clit. His thumb massaged ever so gently over the edge of it, right on the spot that made her whimper and strain to keep from moving. But she remained unmoving, giving him control of her body, her pleasure. It turned him on like nothing else ever could have.
Rubbing her bud slow and steady, he slid two fingers into her slick pussy. Her spine arched and she cried out as her muscles clenched around him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, little shivers of pleasure dancing up his spine each time the soft curves of her ass shifted against his cock.
“Liam,” she cried softly, her face twisted into a mask of agonized ecstasy.
“I know. I’ll get you there,” he murmured against her ear, nuzzling her fragrant skin. “Enjoy, Tal. I love watching you let go.”
She shivered and finally opened her eyes to stare up at him. The lust in her gaze made him want to growl in satisfaction. Her muscles trembled now, so close to the edge of orgasm, fighting the need to move. He could sense it all battling inside her, all those emotions she kept locked down tight looking for release.
Stroking the pad of his thumb over her clit with a steady rhythm, he curved his fingers up until they rubbed against the slightly roughened patch of flesh behind her pubic bone, finding and pressing against her G-spot with each firm thrust.
Talia’s lips parted on a soft cry of pleasure and shock as her lashes fluttered down. Her spine curled, those beautiful breasts lifting toward him, dusky nipples begging to be touched, sucked. He couldn’t resist the sexy display. Bending over her, he took one hard tip in his mouth and drew on it in time to the tempo of his fingers. She let out a sharp sound and twisted her head to the side, her nails digging deep into his shoulders.
“There—oh, God, don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly.
He answered with a sound of reassurance low in his throat and kept sucking on her tight nipple, loving the hell out of her
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