“
Hard as diamonds.” He
gazed at them longingly for a moment before dipping his head,
circling the areola of one breast.
A low moan tore from my lips as his tongue
ascended the slope of the other breast, circling the circumference
of my areola before suckling the painfully pebbled nipple into his
mouth.
“
Liam…” My breath came in
shallow gasps as he worked the tingling nub between his scorching
lips. “Liam,” I breathed again, his name on my lips both a plea and
a demand.
He was already breaking away from my breasts
to kiss a slow trail down the slope of my stomach. Before long, my
jeans and thong were shucked down to my knees, and his kisses
gained urgency with every inch of skin uncovered.
An icy chill rushed over my exposed legs and
teased my sex, both cooling and inflaming me. I was already slick
with moisture and the cool air only sensitized the heat at the apex
of my thighs.
My body felt hot and cold. Fire and ice.
Hot liquid anticipation pooled between my
thighs, yet my body wouldn’t stop shivering from the icy chill of
the glacier.
Liam gripped my thighs with both hands,
pressed my legs farther apart, and settled between them.
Placing the flat of his tongue at the base of
my slit, he dragged his head upward, his tongue laving the entire
length of my labia.
A slow sweep, rough and wet.
Then he laved and laved and laved and
laved.
Again and again. Brief licks of fire.
Every inch of my skin seemed to gain pleasure
from his scorching tongue.
Levering myself on my elbows, I looked down,
panting at the sight of his head buried between my quivering
thighs, those perfectly sculpted lips drenched with my arousal as
he ate out of me with a hungry, heated demand.
Like a man who hadn’t eaten for days.
Pinned beneath his hot mouth and the frozen
glacier, I shivered, writhed, and moaned around his tongue, my
breasts rapidly lifting and falling with feverish breaths.
The ice on my flesh brought all my nerve
endings to vivid life.
My body sparked and snapped with sensation as
his lips slanted across the swollen lips of my pussy, and he moved
his mouth over the moist folds again and again and again.
At the grinding pressure of his lips, my
hands came out to the sides and my nails scored the ice as I arced
my hips forward, demanding more pressure, more warmth from his
tantalizing mouth.
He gave me what I wanted and more.
His hands skimmed upward, stroking my breasts
as he lapped and licked with shaking greed, pouring everything he
had into me.
Tongue and lips, he devoured me. Fucked
me.
His mouth, hot and volcanic, his tongue
scorching lava, never stopping, never relenting, teasing and
tonguing without mercy, sucking me straight to ecstasy.
All my senses were fine-tuned.
Sparks and flames seared through the dripping
wet folds of my sex.
A red-hot line of fire shot straight up to my
core.
I let the pleasure ignite me. Consume me.
Liquefy me.
Everywhere he touched was fire.
My whole body felt like it was melting atop
the glacier.
With sudden force, my hips bucked against his
mouth. And I had to bite my lip to stop the scream that tore from
my throat as his tongue cleaved through my fluttering slit, pushing
me into another liquid meltdown.
Still, he didn’t
stop—
wouldn’t stop
—the sensual assault, laving and sucking and gobbling up my
hot, creamy release until I was writhing between him and the solid
ice floor, gasping for breath in quiet sobs.
A sudden booming sound cracked the air,
followed by a loud crash.
The noise was enough to snap us both out of
the moment.
Liam lifted his head, and we looked around to
see what was going on.
Soon, it happened again, and this time we
were able to witness it.
On the eastern side of the mountain, a chunk
of ice and snow had calved away from the rock wall, spilling a
frozen waterfall down to the glacier.
It was a moraine in the making.
Though it was a magical moment, it definitely
brought us back to the present.
With expert hands, Liam worked the buttons of
my shirt and helped me back into my jeans. “C’mon,” he said, lacing
his fingers through mine. “Let’s get off this glacier and head back
to our hotel.”
The hotel we stayed in was built in the
nineteen twenties. Rough-hewn support beams ran across the ceiling
of our room, and the bathroom had very old-fashioned fixtures and
plumbing sticking right out of the wall.
There was no WiFi, no cable, and no TV.
But we loved it.
When we weren’t out hiking through Glacier
National Park, we spent every moment in bed, tangled between the
sheets, making love by a roaring fireplace.
On our last night in our room, when we made
love, the wet slide of his cock deep inside me was an intimate lick
of flesh against flesh. Not flesh against latex.
I was still on the pill, and I trusted Liam
fully.
As we brought each other to the brink, his
semen shot out of his cock in furious, violent eruptions, and I
clenched everything I had around his delicious length, absorbing
the currents that cascaded through him and into me, filling me and
becoming a part of me. All the while, my own release flowed through
me and onto him.
Even as the last tremors were slowly rippling
through my body, his cock was still hard as marble.
Tightening my inner muscles around him, I
refused to budge, refused to let go.
I wanted to feel his cock, naked, inside me
all night. I wanted to feel as close as two people could possibly
be.
“
Liam…” I whispered as my
breaths came in slow, shallow succession.
“
Mmm.” His breathing was a
hoarse, seductive rasp.
“
I…” My pulse pounded in
my throat and I swallowed hard around it. “I want to fall asleep
with your cock inside me.”
It wasn’t something I’d ever done before, and
I wanted to experience it with him and only him… my future
husband.
Liam smiled, a sexy little curl of his lips.
And then he spooned me from behind, kissed the slope of my neck,
and he accommodated me.
With one arm, he drew me close, tucking my
body firmly against his.
I closed my eyes as my inner walls fluttered
around his cock. It felt amazingly erotic, feeling him soften while
he was still fully inside me… the way he twitched slightly, the way
the weight of him changed as he became flaccid, the warmth of his
shaft resting inside the moist folds of my sex.
Call me crazy. Call me a sentimental fool,
but I loved that feeling of closeness.
It felt so intimate. Like holding hands but
on a much deeper level.
It wasn’t even so much the sexual feelings it
gave me to have his cock inside me as it was that emotional
closeness we shared. Our bodies intertwined, connected as we
drifted off to sleep.
Sometime during the night, I felt his cock
swelling, growing hard and hot deep inside me, felt him sliding in
and out of my slick folds, drowning me in sinuous, flowing currents
until my body became soft, languid, existing in the pure, undulated
sensations.
I awoke in the morning, sated and spent, with
Liam’s arms around my waist, his callused hand resting against my
breasts.
As I stretched languorously, his hand skimmed
downward, pressing against my lower abdomen. And I felt him. I felt
his cock growing deep inside me, flexing as it throbbed its way
back to hardness.
My lips parted to release a deep, full-body
sigh.
What a way to wake up in the morning.
Pleasure lanced through my limbs, unfurled
across my body. Every inch of my skin was gloriously roused and
stirred, gaining pleasure from the way his cock slowly stretched me
from within.
“
Good morning, sexy.” His
breath was warm and soft, tickling the space behind my ear. “I’ve
always wanted to wake up with my cock inside you.”
“
Me, too.” I rubbed
against him, my ass pressing into the cradle of his
hips.
A deep growl of need rumbled in his chest. He
palmed my breasts and began moving inside me, slowly, sensuously.
Taking his sweet time. Taking all the time in the world.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Vivian
“
Nope.” Chelsea picked up
a box of bran cereal, scanned the box dispassionately, then put it
back on the shelf. “Never fallen asleep with a man’s dick inside
my
cha-cha
.”
“
How come?” I asked. We
continued wandering down the aisles, stopping here and there to put
more food items in our carts. “I thought you’d tried
everything.”
“
Hmm.” Chelsea considered
a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because none of the men I’ve
slept with were endowed with such massive girths.” She smirked.
“
Gurrl
, I
would’ve needed duct tape to keep Tommy’s penis from slipping
out.”
I shook my head and it was all I could do to
keep from cracking up with laughter.
“
But…” Chelsea picked up a
box of Pop-Tarts and chucked it into her cart. “I
have
fallen asleep with
a cock inside my mouth.”
“
I see.” My lips quirked
and I suppressed a grin. “And what about road head?”
“
Road head?” She gave a
snort of laughter. “Hell. Effin’. No! I’ve never felt like causing
an accident and being found smeared along the road with a chomped
off penis in my mouth.” She shuddered. “Imagine that! It would be
one hell of a news story, though, wouldn’t it?”
A burning heat rose to my
cheeks and I laughed, too, covering my face with my hands. In
muffled tones, I said, “Thankfully, that did
not
happen.”
“
Oh my God. Oh my God.”
Chelsea suddenly swerved and crashed her cart into mine. “Oh. My.
God.”
I guessed she must have noticed the ring on
my finger.
“
Bitch!” She slapped my
arm as I tried to steer my cart away from her. “Why didn’t you tell
me you were engaged?”
With perfect disinterest, I said, “Why didn’t
you tell me you were fucking my brother?”
“
What!” Chelsea crashed
her cart into mine. Again. “How did you know?”
I grabbed a tub of yogurt and tossed it into
my cart. “Women’s intuition.”
“
Seriously, though.”
Chelsea blocked my cart and put her hands on her hips. “Tell
me.”
Shrugging with purposed nonchalance, I said,
“Julian told me.”
A bright blush spread across her cheeks. “So
he told you I slept with him?”
“
No. He told me he was
going on a date and he was gone all night. So I put two and two
together…”
“
Wait!” Her blush
deepened. “He
said
it was a date? He
actually
said
it was a date?”
“
Uh-huh,” I said wryly,
steering my cart down the meat aisle.
“
What?” Chelsea demanded,
noticing my smile. “What?”
“
Nothing, nothing,” I
stated.
At length, she confessed, “Well, it wasn’t
technically a date. It was more of a booty call.”
I just shrugged. “Julian seemed to think it
was a date.”
“
Seriously?” She eyed me
suspiciously.
“
Look.” I inhaled sharply.
“I love my brother, but…” I hedged, debated the proper approach,
and opted for the most straightforward. “You know Julian’s history.
He’s a—”
“
I know.” Chelsea cut in.
“He’s a baller.”
“
And a player,” I
said.
Chelsea surprised me by giving me a playful
nudge. “I appreciate your concern, but kindly fuck off.” She winked
at me. “And I say that in the nicest possible way.”
“
Hmm.” I sent her a
saccharine smile. “Maybe I should change my mind.”
Her stride hitched and she gave me a
questioning look. “About what?”
“
About who I ask to be my
maid of honor.”
“
Hey!” She glared at me,
her eyes flashing angry sparks. “If you are even
thinking
of asking Katie
instead of me, I’m gonna have to cut a bitch and shank a
ho!”
My eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “Chels, I
would never dream of asking anyone else.”
“
In that case, I accept.”
She gave a crisp nod. “I would be honored to be your maid of
honor.” Then she maneuvered her cart around mine and added, “But on
one condition.”
“
Oh yeah?” I arched an
eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
A bright flush painted her cheeks. “That you
don’t have a problem with me seeing your brother.”
Shaking my head, I said, “As if cock-blocking
you would even cross my mind. Pfft! Not when you’d cut a bitch and
shank a ho.”
“
Then I accept,” Chelsea
said sagely. “Again.”
“
Good.” I reached for a
pack of chicken breasts—free range and without hormones—and added
it to my pile of groceries.
“
No hormones?” Chelsea
balked. “I’m trying to grow breasts so I
need
hormones in my
chicken.”
I clucked my tongue. “That’s too bad because
my brother likes small-breasted women.”
Ignoring the teasing note in my voice, she
asked, “Have you found your wedding dress yet?”