Her fingertips adored the strands of his hair, threading those glossy locks through her fingers as his head moved between her thighs. She raised a hand and flicked her finger over the tip of her breast, following the butterfly-wing movements he used on her clitoris with his tongue.
Cupping one heavy breast in her hand, she squeezed it, pushed it up, closed her eyes and flickered her tongue out and down upon her nipple. Had he not walked her to her car, she’d never know she was capable of this. Not
this
—licking her nipple, and in a low-lit corner of a parking garage!
But the danger of discovery, this beautiful man nuzzling her pussy… His ears tickled her inner thighs, and her senses galloped toward an explosion.
She seized the moment, using her inner muscles to tighten around the tongue he probed in her sheathe. His finger traced the sides and along the hooded top of her clit, sweeping down to drench his finger with her juices.
The tip of his slickened finger slid to rest at the opening of her ass’s rosette.
She shivered. The sensations of his tongue playing at the opening of her core, his finger poised at the entrance to her ass… Anticipation launched goosebumps down her back.
His fingertip hovered there, firm and still against her bud—a question unasked. It intrigued her. Felt damn good too, and he wasn’t even moving it around.
He fluffed his tongue under the hood of her clit and lifted his vivid gaze to hers. A pent-up breath streamed from her lungs in desperation. Her breast cradled in her hand, she reached behind her with her other hand and covered his hand with hers, keeping his finger pressed on that delicate whirl of skin.
“I want it,” she panted, ready to sink herself onto his finger if he didn’t move, and soon. “Give it to me, please.”
His tongue slid deep into her pussy, and his drenched finger eased up inside her ass.
“Liam!” she gasped, her mind and body dancing to his finger’s rhythm inside her ass. To the familiar strokes of his hands and his wicked tongue. To the growl that thrummed from his throat, a sound sorely missed these past months.
She pumped her hips, sexy glides orchestrated to max out her enjoyment of his skilled tongue. Every move she made heightened the thrills crackling at her core, between her legs, inside her ass.
Liam wiggled his finger around her anal walls, probing her eager depths.
She mewled. He pulled his tongue back and kissed the waxed edges of her mons, buried his nose in the fragrant swath of trim that graced her glistening seam, and inhaled.
“You sure are wet,” he whispered, planting yet another appreciative kiss on her mons before snaking his tongue in her cream.
“You sure do like it.” She bit her lip.
“I love your taste, baby. Your cocktail tastes
so
good.”
God, the things he was saying!
The thrust of her hips welcomed the probe of his lips sorting out her clitoris once more. Liam pursed his lips tight and blew against her swollen sex-bud. The vibration droned against the hooded knot and launched her into a storm of pleasure, movement, and sound.
“Liam…”
He twirled his finger inside her ass. Suddenly he wrenched his mouth from her cunt and hissed in a breath of air. “Evangeline! My finger feels like it’s fucking a rosebud. It’s so soft.”
An unladylike growl escaped her throat. She clenched the ring of her anal muscle around his occupied digit. He chuckled.
“Do you know how badly I want to own that ass?” He dipped his finger deep.
“Yes. Yes, it’s yours!”
“And do you have any idea, any idea at
all,
how many times my cock is going to pounce on this pussy?” His lips nuzzled her clit.
“Ooh! Yes, we’ll make it a pouncefest, Liam.” Evangeline’s hands clutched at his head and forced his mouth to make love to her
there
.
“God, yes…mmm…that’s—oh
my
! Make me come, Liam. Please, please,
please
…”
He pulled on her clit. She palmed his head and parted her thighs.
Groaning, Liam submitted to her wants, licking and buzzing his lips against her clit. He withdrew his finger from her ass to tickle his fingertip along her anal ring, sodden with excess pussy juices.
Then he stormed her cunt and her senses until her orgasm lit through her limbs in a reckless pleasure burn. Color exploded in her mind, more sensual and vivid than the wildly lit night beyond.
****
Liam could have eaten her for hours.
Her luscious cunt, her ass clenching his finger, her voice, her face, her tea-rose scent all combined to throw his restraint right off the seventh floor.
It made him think things, do things he wouldn’t normally do. He wasn’t a twenty-year-old sailor turning pleasure dens overseas upside down. World-traveled and educated, he prided himself on his talent in the bedroom. Yet here he was, savoring the feast her pussy offered, his finger vaulted in her ass in a dark corner of a parking garage.
He couldn’t resist the downy curls fringing her clit. They tickled his nose, and her nectar… Even as his fingers and tongue dipped and licked at her channel, she kept offering up her essences.
“I could bathe in this, sweetheart,” he murmured against her clit. She was so juicy, more so as she came against his fingers. Against the buzz of his lips.
Her tummy quaking with aftershocks, she groaned and pulled back. “I need your cock inside me.”
Liam slid his finger from her ass and rose. He licked his lips and wiped at the juices that dampened his chin.
“You’ve hardly recovered from my mouth, Evie—”
“Liam!”
“Condom,” he muttered, fumbling around for his wallet.
The rasp of his zipper being dragged down and the sound of a condom packet tearing sent her into a frenzy.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“Okay. I’m ready, honey,” he murmured, dipping his head for a lengthy kiss.
“Damn it, Liam. Please shut
up
and make love to me!”
The kiss could wait.
She leaned back against the side of the driver’s seat and curled one limber leg up and around his waist to let him know she wasn’t screwing around. Her patience for cock had run thin.
He smiled and admired her legs in those long, black boots. She still had her thong on, but now she reached down and tugged the satin aside to flaunt her pussy at him.
“I’m always happy to oblige my beautiful woman.” He closed his hand over his cock, angled it, swabbed the head his shaft around her glistening sheathe, and in he went.
She gasped. He groaned. Headlights drifted down from the upper ramp.
“Don’t move.” He whipped the driver’s side door fully open, his hips not missing a pleasurable second to ram himself inside her silken hole.
The car drove by. Liam drove deep, and the open door that blocked the driver’s view did nothing to smother the sultry sounds of sex that filled the space around them.
Her fingers clutched at his shoulder, holding fast, holding herself up. Liam held her gaze in his, her eyes half-closed yet hazed with lust, with trust.
And her mouth—that ripe strawberry of a mouth he’d suffered without all these months… It tasted irresistible with hints of the cinnamon-sugar pastry she’d eaten earlier.
“You feel—” she gasped as he pumped inside her sweet, tight vault with lusty strokes, “amazingly big.”
“From lack of fucking,” he grunted, his length pulsing in and out of her core.
She made a noise, and it was a sound he’d heard before—a throaty, sexy sound. This sound spilled from her lips just as she was about to come.
The muscles in his legs jarred against her inner thighs. Her breasts, with their rose-capped tips framed by the lacework of her bra, made him think of cupcakes in pretty white wrappers. Their fullness bounced with the motion of Liam’s cock, plowing in and out of her heat.
“Liam! Oh please…” Her eyes glittered. Her words weren’t begging him to give her release. She was already there with the motion of her hips and her body quaking to the tune of his cock.
As he crested into her pussy, he felt the power of her second orgasm roll through her and tremble into the core of him.
“Evangeline,” he rumbled out in a ragged burst of emotion. She took his mouth with hers and swirled her tongue into his steamy cavern.
Good Lord. She’d come twice. Quickly. Too quickly—but he looked forward to wearing her out. This was just a warm up.
She tore her mouth from his. “No more, Liam!”
He stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No, but now I want you to come.”
He slid his cock inside her soaked nest and stayed there. “Mmm,
that
would be nice—”
“On my tits.”
He stared into her eyes, bemused. “What do you propose I do with the cock that’s already inside you, hmm?”
She licked her lips, reached down, and eased her pussy away from his erection. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him.
He swept the condom away from his penis. Her lips parted and, with a moan, she slipped him into her mouth and compressed her lips over the ridge of his cock. When she gave it a suck, Liam’s cock, his body, and his heart melted onto her tongue.
Her fingers dug into his ass cheeks. Liam clutched the doorframe with desperate hands, his head down-bent as he watched her French-kiss his cock with a lush, tonguing intimacy that drove him wild.
“Hot
damn
, baby. I love watching you lick me.”
Her hand closed around the base of his dick as she intensified her mouth’s suction. She tugged him deep between her lips while her tongue slithered along his pulsing, veined length.
Liam groaned and pushed into her mouth. Her lashes might have screened her eyes from his gaze, but the euphoria that glazed her expression revealed how much she enjoyed pleasuring a man.
His mouth tightened. Giving
him
oral sex. Sucking
his
cock.
“You like licking that cock, don’t you, honey?” he murmured.
His thighs flexed as he watched her mouth slide off his shaft, only to pull one testicle between her lips. She gazed up at him, mouthing him with a pressure that launched him into desperate straits. Desperate and drowning in the blue of her gaze.
He closed his eyes when she traded one testicle for the droopy fullness of the other. Sensation grilled through him, blistered with him a need that could only be soothed by her cream.
Suddenly her lips relinquished the suck-hold she had on his balls. When she touched her tongue tip to the bead of pre-cum dotting the eye of his penis, his spinal column threatened to collapse.
“I do, I do,” she whispered, then licked up the shiny drop of his cum in a brush-like sweep.
Her breath cooled his glistening rod as she tugged his jeans and briefs further down to fondle his balls.
“Hmm.” She paused and looked closely at his hairless pelvis and clean-shaven sac. “Still bored, I see?” She laughed and gave one testicle a tug.
Liam chuckled, unable to forget the grin that stole across her face the first time he’d introduced her to his shaved package. “You have a fondness for hairless balls, if I recall.”
Evangeline smiled and licked her tongue around the head of his shaft. Then she gave its tip an adoring kiss that made him clench his ass cheeks and lock his knees.
He wrapped a hand around his cock and aimed it between her lips, lips that parted to accept him as he slid his rod inside her mouth.
She happily tongued the underside of his penis before her lips and inner cheeks pulled him in. Cradling him tight…her mouth moved with erotic fervor, sliding up and down his shaft.
Without a doubt, she loved sucking him as much as he enjoyed being sucked. By
her
.
Liam twined his fingers through her hair. He cradled her head in his other hand as her mouth and fingers gripped, pumped, and coaxed at his cock.
“Sweetheart, I need to—” His words evaporated into a helpless groan.
She nodded and as he withdrew from her mouth, she cupped her breasts—one in each hand—and pillowed them in a delectable invitation.
“Right here.” She squeezed her breasts, showing them off, raising one then the other.
Liam’s fingers clamped around his penis’s turgid length and he pumped his cock, and hips, in time to his need.
Ecstasy seized him, crashed through him, then streamed from his cock in shots of cream that splashed onto her breasts.
When she stuck out her tongue to taste from his fountain, he spooled out another half-dozen ribbons of cum in hopeless milky blasts till there was nothing left but his groans echoing through the tower.
Liam closed his eyes. His head tipped back in his battle to temper his jagged breaths. Seconds later, delight buzzed through him to feel her tongue cleaning up the glisten of cum that clung to the tip of his penis.
“Oh,
Evie
.” He laughed, startled and impressed by this woman he couldn’t get enough of. Liam stroked her hair, then drew her up next to him.
“How I’ve missed you.” He sighed, planted a kiss on her forehead and rested his head there for several moments. He laughed again as she rubbed his mess of cream all over her nipples, her breasts, and then tucked them back inside her bra.
“I thoroughly enjoyed that, too.”
With sure fingers, he helped smooth the fabric of her dress in place, keeping the connection of his gaze fastened to hers.
“That’s not what I said,” he drawled and pulled his pants up.
“Liam, you know I don’t have to say it. I’ve missed you. A lot.”
“Good, and right now, miss? I want nothing more than to take you to bed and make some serious love to you. If you’d like to join me, of course.”
Evangeline buried her face in his throat. “Of course I do,” she choked on her admission.
Make some serious love?
What he’d just done to her—what they’d just done—left her body smoking! More than this,
deeper
than this, would fry her to a crisp.