Vivian's List (Vol. 1) (10 page)

At the urgency in her voice, my flagging self-control slipped another notch.

I slid my fingers into the thin waistband of her thong, but before I could even peel them off of her, Viv lifted her pelvis and pushed her sex harder against the lace, threatening to rip the fabric to shreds.

Using my palms,
I pushed her breasts upward, squeezing her engorged nipples in an attempt to hold her in place long enough so I could peel off her thong.

Too late.

Her quivering thighs splayed even wider, and she let out a sharp cry as she ripped through the lace, splitting a seam down the middle.

I paused
for the briefest of seconds, then bent down and placed a wet kiss against her fevered skin.

When I lifted my
eyes, our gazes locked.

U
sing the tip of my tongue, I traced slow and lazy circles around the deep red lines left by her lace thong, soothing her delicate flesh, and if her breathy moans were any indication, accomplishing my goal.

And all the while, my eyes never left hers.

The sight of Vivian moaning and watching me was a powerful aphrodisiac.

All I could do was feel
her.
Feel her molten heat around me.

A
nd I was helpless to do anything but pleasure her.

T
he scorching tip of my tongue swept over her drenched folds in double circles, tracing the figure eight.

D
ouble circles. And more double circles.

Eight.

Eight.

Eight.

Eight.

Eight.

I traced the figure eight over and over again.

Her breathing went from uneven to erratic
as I made love to her with my mouth, my tongue mimicking the act my body so desperately craved.

Greedily, I
lapped up her dripping juices, tasting her sweetness, flicking my tongue back and forth across clit, then slowly running it up and down her entire vulva, stroking her toward release … stopping for a moment, and then starting back up, flicking my tongue across her pink nub.

“
I can’t—” she rasped, trying to push me away. “I can’t, Liam … I can’t—”

Her breathless
cries died on her lips as I fastened my mouth over her engorged nub and sucked it hard between my lips. At the same time, I dipped a finger inside her deep folds, exploring until I found her ultra sensitive sweet spot. The G spot.

She
responded with a breathless whimper and it wasn’t long before she started moving her hips to match my strokes. “Liam,” she choked on a sob, bucking against my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop
fingering her. But I lifted my mouth from her pussy so I could look at her.

M
y gaze, hot and searing, slid over her sweaty body, watching every nuance of her arousal in the soft candlelight.

Her
cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassed over, and her long blond hair clung to the dampness of her overheated skin as she rocked her hips, moving to a steady rhythm, grinding her wet pussy against my hand.

My jaw tensed with the effort of self-restraint
as I watched her long, supple breasts swaying with her movements, savoring her desperate moans that now bordered on orgasmic in tone.

The effect was entrancing and mind-blowingly erotic.

Refocusing on her pleasure
, I dipped my head again, then laved, and laved, and laved, and laved at her clit, enjoying the feel of her heated moisture scorching the tip of my tongue, the pad of my finger still pressing against her sweet spot.

Gasping
, she fisted my hair in her hands and pushed my head farther between her thighs.

A strong surge of satisfaction tore through my veins and
I fucked her mercilessly with my tongue even as the convulsions wracked her entire body.

T
hick rivulets of cream seeped out of her sex.

My hands skimmed upward, holding her trembling breasts against the aftershocks as
I lapped up the hot creaminess of her release, then slowed the stroke of my tongue, gently caressing in sweet waves, easing her back down.

It was some time before
Vivian was able to stop quivering.

I
sat up and gathered her soft and pliant body into my arms, holding her in the silence, waiting until her breaths came in shallow succession.

Gently, I turned her chin so she had no choice b
ut to face me.

I saw tears trapped in her lashes.

“Viv,” I whispered, pressing my lips to her dampened eyelids. “You okay?”

She nodded, bit
ing down on those luscious red lips. “Did I?”

I
stole a quick kiss. “You did.”

“
Liam?” she murmured softly, gazing into my eyes.

“Yeah?”
I prompted.

Her voice took on a coy inflection
. “I really like this armchair. It was money well spent.”

Chapter Eleven

Vivian

I waited for apprehension to fill me. It didn’t.

I waited for
regret to fill me. It didn’t.

The pleasure I’d felt was so acute, so intense, s
o new to me, and so overwhelming.

I felt weak in his arms, and f
or a little while we didn’t move from the leather armchair. Breathing heavily, we traded the same air back and forth between us as we watched the subtle shifts of the flickering candlelight play across the ceiling.

Me—buck naked, and Liam—fully clothed.

So not fair.

Liam bent his head and
pressed a tender kiss to the valley between my breasts.

A bittersweet tingle remained between my thighs where his tongue had loved me
with such mouthwatering adoration. Liam was not a man who believed in rushing his pleasures.

Sweet and tender,
he’d taken his time with me until I was lost in the raw moments of passion—blissful, all-consuming passion—rather than my nerves.

Sated and contented, I
breathed out a soft sigh.

Gazing into my eyes
, Liam tucked an errant strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers strong and yet so gentle against my skin.

“Thank you,” I said
, feeling a rush of emotion.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he
pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist, gathering me close.

Smiling, I
relaxed and curled into him, letting his body heat seep through my skin and warm me inside and out.

A sense of peace and rightness settled over me.

He studied me for an intense second and his voice was hesitant when he spoke. “Was it good for you?”

I felt the heat of a blush scorch my cheeks.
“I had no idea it would feel like ... like that.”

“Like what?”
he asked, running his hands down my hips and over my thighs.

I closed my eyes
and my voice was dreamy when I spoke. “Feel so … so loved.”

When I opened my eyes,
Liam held my gaze. Warmth transferred between us along with a reminder of just how intimate we’d been on this leather armchair.

He
dropped a kiss on the bridge of my nose. “Good,” he said. “I wanted to make you feel loved.”

My
heart swelled in my chest at his words.

He
wanted to make me feel
loved
.

I couldn’t remember
Brody ever wanting to do that for me. His needs had always come first, a pattern that continued on into the bedroom.

It was so different with
Liam. He had made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before.

He gave me the wonderful freedom to want, to ask, to feel,
and I allowed myself to let go of all my inhibitions.

Now
I realized my body ached for that kind of openness, for that lack of restraint that was satisfying just in its existence.

Never had I f
elt more desired, but more than the physical need, Liam had shown me that he cared for me. Deeply.

With every soft kiss, with every gentle stroke, with every caressing look, he’d made me feel so loved
, so cocooned in such delicious warmth.

And
when he had loved my body with his hands and with his mouth, he loved so intimately, so thoroughly that my body was left weeping from the depth of pleasure.

Leaning
forward, Liam cupped my chin and kissed me fully, a long, deep and leisurely kiss that made a quiver start from the top of my spine and go all the way down to my toes.

The denim of his jeans
chafed against my thighs and my hips seemed to move on their own accord, rubbing firmly against his hard, rigid length.

With a strangled groan,
Liam broke the kiss. “I need a cold shower right now.”

As he shifted
his weight, I found myself gazing down at his sizeable bulge, his desire obvious despite the barrier of clothes.

“Whoa!” I teased,
my eyes fixed on his substantial erection. “Stand down, soldier.”

His
muscled chest moved in a silent chuckle and I felt the vibrations straight through my body. “My soldier salutes you, Viv.”

I laughed, too,
barely able to contain myself. But the humor slowly slipped from my expression as Liam pinned me with his hot stare.

His eyes darkened with
heat and intent, and a heavy beat of sensual awareness pulsed between us.

I’d never felt more aware of a man or his interest in me as a woman.

“Would you like to join me?” The corners of his mouth lifted into a half smile. “You could cross another item off your list.”

“I just had a shower
earlier tonight.” I leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss against his lips. “But I’d love a warm bath.”

The bathtub was barely large enough for
one person. Liam eased himself down into the steaming hot water, and reached for me. Gingerly, I stepped into the porcelain tub and he guided me so I sat straddled between his legs, facing away from him.

The water lapped over my breasts as I
leaned back against his chest.

Liam encircled me in the strength of his arms and
I closed my eyes, releasing a hitched breath as the warm water sluiced across my body.

The
temperature was perfect and the warmth melted away any lingering anxieties.

Liam
grabbed a soap bar from a little dish in the corner of the tub and slid it unhurriedly across my neck, rubbing it over my shoulders, down my arms, and over my back.

A
soft whimper slipped past my lips as his hands came around to soap my breasts.

He ran his slippery hands over
my tits in slow, hypnotizing circles, lathering them up with soap.

It was slow.
Sensual. Unimaginably erotic.

The moist air left me drowsy. My lips parted and I watched his movements through half-closed
eyelids as if in a dream, mesmerized by the sight of his soapy hands shaping my breasts, teasing my nipples, rolling them under his fingers until they came to taut, aching peaks.

S
oapsuds tingled over my distended nipples.

He
rained hot kisses over my neck while he traced his fingertips across the soap bubbles covering my breasts, circling around and around my swollen areolas.

Then he
pinched my pebbled nipples, wrenching a cry from deep in my throat.

His
rigid erection pressed against my lower back and I felt the strength of his wanting.

“
Viv,” he groaned deep and low, his voice curling my insides. “You feel wonderful. So soft. So smooth.”

Unable to hold back, I raised my arms and
laced my fingers behind his neck.

M
y glistening breasts jutted forward and he filled his palms with my breasts, lathering me up, running his wet soapy hands over my aroused flesh, brushing his thumbs over the stiff peaks of my nipples.

Warm water
swished between my thighs. Instinctively, I moved my legs apart, sighing with pleasure as he continued massaging my water-slicked breasts, working them to a deep lather.

Closing
my eyes at the swirling sensations, I eased my body closer to his and inhaled his potent male scent.

He smelled of soap and sex
and my desire to lose myself in him grew even stronger.

More swishing water caressed my sex and I opened my eyes, watching
as he splayed his hand across my stomach, then moved his palm downward, pushing the bar of soap under the water.

My head rolled back and
I moaned with pleasure as he began massaging the soap at the juncture between my thighs, rubbing it against my clit until the bathwater was white with soapsuds.

Suddenly
the soap slipped from his grip, landing with a clunk at the bottom of the tub.

I whimpered at the loss
but quickly recovered when Liam started working his fingers, caressing me, tracing the folds of my labia, slowly inserting one finger into my damp heat, then another, and another until I felt stretched and full.

I let out another
breathy moan, clamping my sex around his fingers.

Liam
pressed a soft kiss to my earlobe. “Take my hand,” he rasped. “Touch yourself, Viv. Guide me.”

Sighing at the calm assurance in his
voice, I let my hand skim lower, slicing the surface of the water.

A startled gasp
escaped my lips as Liam caught my hand under the water and pressed it firmly against my sex.

With his
strong hand clasped over mine, I began stroking my fingers over my throbbing vulva, sliding through my wetness.

Liam began to stroke,
too, his skillful fingers matching me move for move … stroke for stroke.

Warm water swished between my t
highs.

Slowly,
I slipped a finger into my damp heat until it disappeared inside my drenched folds.

Liam’s hand paused
for a beat, then I felt him slide the length of his finger inside me as his callused thumb massaged my clit.

Buried inside my pussy, our fingers
joined and I guided him to that sweet, sensitive spot.

When
at last he found it, I gasped at the staggering sensation, pressing my sex harder against his finger.

Together, o
ur fingers worked in tandem, quickening in tempo, pumping harder and harder.

The warm water swirled and swished, created a pulling friction
.

A
sweet ache built inside me, gaining in pressure. I closed my eyes again, fighting to keep control, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop.

The
lapping of warm water between my thighs, the feel of his rigid cock nudging against my lower back, one hand fondling my breasts, lifting and kneading all while his other hand continued its sweet torment, his fingers joining mine, pumping harder against my heat, coaxing me, chasing that pleasure round and round … I didn’t think I could take any more.

More swishing water caressed my sex.

All the sensations flooding me, filling me … it almost became too much.

I felt like I was being pulled from all sides.
“Liam.” I choked on a sob. “I ... I …”

Ignoring my pleas, he
squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and slid two fingers inside my folds, quickening his movements, pumping harder and harder until my muscles contracted and my hips bucked against his hand as the pleasure tore violently through me, drowning me in bliss.

I
came fast and hard, wave after wave of multiple orgasms.

Every breath that left my mouth sounded like a sob.

Still Liam’s fingers continued stroking my clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud as if trying to extract the final few tremors from me.

I came again and again,
wave after wave slowly rippling through me.

Encircled
in his arms, he feathered sweet kisses on my neck, my hair, my shoulders until the ebbing waves of pleasure gradually subsided.