No Control

Liam’s hand moves further up my thigh as he moves in to kiss me. There are no gentle sweet kisses. These are wanting, passionate kisses. His tongue is quickly in my mouth. I tug at his tongue with my teeth and his hand moves up even further. I’m so happy I chose to wear a skirt today as his hand moves under it and pushes my lace panties aside. Liam isn’t wasting any time and I’m certainly not complaining. His mouth stays on mine as his fingers work their magic. He has me calling out his name. He stops for a moment and looks at me with that gorgeous grin of his. I can’t help but smile back, he seems so proud of himself.
I push him back on the couch and straddle him. He looks in my eyes and in a deep quiet voice says. “Mmm I like that.”
I pull his t-shirt off and kiss him while trailing my hands all over his chest. By what I’m feeling below I’m thinking all those rumors about Liam are true. As Liam kisses my neck, his hands go under my shirt. He doesn’t waste any time pulling it over my head. His kisses quickly move from my neck down further. He pushes aside the fabric of my bra to place the most amazing kisses. My head flings backwards in pleasure.
Liam stops and I look at him. “Come on.” He says in the deepest, huskiest voice as he picks me up as he gets up from the couch. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bedroom.
I half expect him to throw me on the bed, but he gently sets me on it instead. I watch him undress and then torture him a little as I slowly undress as well.
I’m barely finished and he is on top of me. Placing perfect kisses all over my body before we join as one and move together in a perfect rhythm. We cry out at the same time and collapse beside each other.

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