by Opal Carew
It was cold and unyielding inside her. She squeezed the glass, thankful for something hard inside her, but wishing it was Liam’s big cock.
Still, the sight of unbridled lust in his eyes was a delightful reward.
She slowly glided up and down a few strokes, then, when she saw the flickering heat in his eyes jolt up a notch and his hand wrap around his swelling cock, she pushed herself up until the bottle slipped free, and she lifted it. It glistened with her moisture.
She held it in front of her and glided her finger along the slickness on the glass. Then she held it close to his lips. He opened and captured her finger in his mouth, sucking it deep. Her heart pounded at the delectable sensation of being pulled into him.
Locking her gaze on his, she opened her mouth and licked her lips enticingly. Then she ran her tongue along the glass, tasting her own essence.
“Ah, fuck, Abi. You’re driving me wild.”
His arm clamped around her waist and he pulled her tight to him, then found her lips. His tongue drove deep, plunging into her like she wanted his cock to do inside her wet opening.
But when he released her mouth, he took the bottle from her hand and wrapped his lips around the opening, then tipped it back, taking a deep swig of the remaining champagne. After he swallowed, he glided his lips down the neck of the bottle as if it was a green cock. The sight made her wonder what it would be like to see him suck another man’s cock. Her vagina ached as it clenched tight at the thought.
He glided up and down, then pulled the bottle free and licked his lips. “Absolutely fucking delicious.”
Then he ran his hand down her stomach and his fingers glided over her slick folds and dipped inside her briefly. She sucked in a breath, lust coiling inside her, but he drew his hand back to the bottle and slathered the moisture on the tip of bottle, then sucked back what was left of the champagne. He tossed it aside.
“Stand up and turn around,” he commanded.
She scurried to her feet and turned.
“Lean forward and spread your legs.”
She obeyed, bending at the waist, knowing her pussy was exposed to him. When she felt his tongue nudge her, she whimpered.
“You like that, baby?”
“Oh, yes, Master.”
“Good.” He pressed his face to her, his tongue gliding over her intimate folds.
He licked several times, then she felt his fingers opening her up. His tongue slid into her opening and thrust several times.
When she felt his tongue nudge against her clit, she moaned softly. But it had been so long, and she was so desperate for the orgasm she knew was only a few breaths away, her knees buckled. She slid to the floor and knelt forward.
“I’m sorry, Master, I—”
But he’d followed her down and pressed her flat to the floor, then flipped her over, stopping her words.
His face was buried in her softness as he licked her clit. His big fingers found her opening and two glided inside her. He pumped them into her and he licked her nub again, pummeling her with exquisite delight. When he began suckling, she moaned. Joy spiraled through her as she felt the rising storm carry her away. An orgasm surged through her and she exhaled in a deep, long moan.
As it rose and rose, she sucked in air, then exclaimed, “I’m coming.”
The word faded into a reedy moan. He thrust deeper with his fingers and she squeezed around them.
“Oh, yessss,” she breathed.
Somehow he drove her pleasure higher. Sent her flying off the edge to an unparalleled ecstasy, as she moaned louder, barely able to hold onto the here and now.
Finally, she felt herself floating back to earth, a deep glow warming her.
Then he rolled her over and tipped up her ass. She felt his hot tip press against her and excitement shot through her at the thought that his big cock would soon be inside her.
He drove forward, filling her in one deep thrust.
“Oh, God!” she cried.
She shot to heaven again as his cock glided into her over and over. His hefty girth stretched her and she moaned in delight. Her head spun as he rode her, his shaft driving in again and again.
“Oh, Liam! Oh, my God!”
“Ah, fuck, Abi!”
He thrust deep, pinning her hard to the floor, then he shuddered against her as his hot semen filled her deep inside.
Finally, he collapsed on top of her. The feel of his big body covering her touched her in a way she wasn’t ready for. In her vulnerable state, she felt close to tears, wishing this was what it could be like for them all the time.
His lips played along the back of her neck as he shifted his weight slightly so he wasn’t crushing her. Then he rolled sideways, taking her with him, and he held her tight to his body, her back to him.
He stroked her hair from her face and nuzzled her neck as they lay there on the floor. She blinked back the tears determined to escape.
After a few moments, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He snuggled her against him under the covers as if she was something he cherished.
She sighed deeply, then gave herself over to the moment. Allowing herself to enjoy the wonderful comfort of being in his arms.
As she felt the veil of sleep claim her, she knew she would regret this in the morning.
* * *
Liam held Abi close to him, wishing he never had to let go.
The first rays of the morning sun were shimmering in the window and he knew that meant the end of this loving interlude with his wife. When she woke up, he’d see the regret in her eyes. The fervent wish that she had not allowed herself to get swept up in the passion between them.
When he’d seen her note last night, he’d been filled with hope that she really wanted them to be together again. But the joy that had swelled inside him burst the moment her wide eyes had turned to him in surprise at the sound of his voice.
He knew at that instant that she wasn’t there to be with him. She had wanted to be with another man.
Del.
He nuzzled his face in her hair and breathed in the sweet scent. Orange blossoms.
She stiffened slightly. She was awake now.
He didn’t loosen his hold on her. He wasn’t going to make it easy for her to slip away from him.
“Good morning,” he murmured against her ear.
She drew in a deep breath. Instead of straining away from him as he’d anticipated, she rested back against him. His arm glided up her stomach, stopping when it brushed against the bottom of her naked breasts.
He shifted as she eased onto her back, gazing up at him. Her wide blue eyes were filled with caution.
“Good morning,” she responded.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Abi gazed up at Liam’s handsome face, her heart swelled, filling with both pleasure and pain. Being with him last night had been incredible. Toe-curling. Breathtaking passion and fireworks.
But it was always incredible with him.
Sex had never been a problem for them. But that wasn’t enough to make a marriage work. The fact that he’d married her because she’d been carrying his baby … That wasn’t good enough for her. He’d insisted he loved her, but then he’d known that was the only way to convince her to marry him. And it hadn’t been hard to convince her, because she was so in love with him.
She didn’t blame him for that. He’d been trying to do the right thing for her and the baby. And she was sure, deep down inside, that he’d believed it himself.
He stroked her hair behind her ear with such tenderness, her heart ached. Right now, gazing into his chocolate-brown eyes, filled with warmth, she could almost convince herself again that he loved her.
But believing that would only lead to despair.
When she’d lost the baby … when he’d pulled away from her so completely …
Her chest compressed so tightly she could barely breathe.
Despite all of that, she still wanted to be with him. Lying here with him, so close, his gaze on her f
illing with desire as he watched her …
* * *
The emotions flickering across Abi’s features confused Liam. She hadn’t run away yet, which was a good thing. And in her eyes, he saw pain, but it was mingled with so many other things.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
Her voice trembled as she said, “I’m trying not to think at all.”
Then her arms came around him and she pulled him close. Her lips found his as she arched forward, her luscious breasts brushing against him. He leaned closer, consuming her sweet mouth. Her tongue nudged his lips and he opened, then delighted at the feel of it sweeping inside.
He prowled over her, his cock swelling to a rigid column of hot need. As soon as it fell on her belly, she grasped it with her hand and squeezed.
“You want me,” she murmured as she stroked him, driving his desire higher and higher.
“Of course I want you,” he breathed. “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”
“Make love to me, Liam,” she whispered.
She dragged the tip of his cock over her slickness. Fuck, she was so wet.
“This is what you’ve done to me.” Her voice was quivering with need. “Now I need you inside me.”
“Whatever you want, my love.” He eased forward.
Her hand, still gripping him, guided him inside as he moved. Then her fingers slipped away and her arm slid around his waist as he pushed deeper. He moved slowly, enjoying the feel of her passage tightening around him as she hugged him with her intimate muscles.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you feel so good around me. Every time I’m inside you it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Her hands covered his ass and she pulled, trying to draw him all the way in, but he chuckled as he maintained his slow progress. Finally, the full length of him was inside her and the two of them were panting as he lay on top of her.
A tingle of delight danced through him as her lips pressed to his collarbone, then brushed along it in butterfly kisses. Then she pressed her tongue into the hollow and licked, swirling the tip over his flesh in that way she knew drove him wild. He rocked his pelvis forward, filling her a little deeper. She sucked in a breath and squeezed his ass, her fingers digging into the flesh.
“Ohhh, Liam. Please fuck me.” Her voice, so full of need, sent a wild hunger flooding through him.
He drew back, then glided deep again. Her luminous blue eyes gleamed in the morning light, never leaving his face. He drew back and filled her again.
“Is this what you want, my love?” he asked, his breathing increasing.
She nodded, her eyes seeming to fill with moisture. “Yes. I need you. I want you to make me come. To fill me with your seed.”
That’s what he wanted to do, too. Especially filling her with his seed. God, he so much wanted a baby with her.
But that could never happen. The doctor had told them she’d never have children, so she’d never be the natural mother of his baby.
None of that mattered right now. All that mattered was that she wanted him. And that made him deliriously happy.
He pivoted his hips forward again, glorying in the feel of her swallowing him inside her warm, soft body. Then he drove in again.
“Oh, yes, Liam. Like that.”
He nuzzled her neck and she tipped her head sideways, giving him full access. Her skin was so soft against his lips. He glided his tongue along her collarbone, tasting her sweetness, and she moaned.
His cock throbbed and desperate need overtook him. He began to thrust deep and hard. Driving into her again and again.
* * *
Abi clung to him, her hands cupping his hard, muscular ass as he pumped into her with his thick, hard cock. It stretched her with its girth and when he drove all the way inside, she felt like he filled her entire body.
“Oh, God, yes, Liam.”
How had she lived without this man in her life?
He plunged into her again and again. He watched her, his brown eyes filled with warmth and … oh, God, how did he do that? Look at her as if he really loved her?
He thrust again and conscious thought slipped away. He drew back, stroking her sensitive passage with delight, then drove forward again. Pleasure quivered through her, building with each deep stroke of his cock. Building higher and higher.
“Oh, Liam…” Her tremulous voice faded to a soft moan.
“Are you close, kitten?” He sucked in a breath. “Because I’m going to explode any second.”
She squeezed his ass tightly and he groaned.
“Yes … I’m … ohhh … so … close.”
He rammed into her again and again. She arched against him, then felt it begin. A flush of heat. Her body tingled all over. Then the tight coil of tension inside her began to unravel.
“Oh, yes. Liam.” She gasped as he drove in hard. “Ohhh, God.” Her voice had gone an octave higher.
“Come for me, kitten. I want to see you come.” His words were tight with restraint. He wouldn’t let himself release until she was there.
The swell of pleasure washed over her and she moaned.
“Yessss! I’m coming.” The word lingered on her lips as she rode the wave, curling under her … through her … then exploding in an exhilarating blast of pure, unadulterated joy.
Ecstasy claimed her and she clung to Liam as he filled her over and over again.
“Come … too…” she breathed, wanting him there with her.
He groaned and jerked against her, then shuddered. The spasms of his body against her sent her over the top once more. Oh, God, she loved knowing she had this effect on him!
Then he erupted inside her. She felt the heat filling her.
Intense emotion gripped her as she wished his semen could fill her with his baby. That she could bear him a child and the three of them be a family.
She knew how much he wanted that. His parents had died when he was a child, and he’d been raised by people who didn’t love him. He wanted a family of his own … a sense of belonging … knowing someone loved him unconditionally. His child would love him that way. And he would love his child with an astounding depth.
He collapsed on top of her, then rolled them sideways, pulling her tight into his arms. She clung to him, never wanting this moment to end.
Knowing it had to all too soon.
* * *
Liam stroked Abi’s hair, feeling so close to her his heart ached. She had given herself to him so completely. Both last night and again this morning.
He wanted to believe they had a chance. That maybe, somehow, they could make their marriage work.
But it hadn’t been him she’d come to see last night.
He reached for the phone, never letting her go and dialed for room service. He ordered two breakfasts then hung up.
“Eggs Benedict? That’s so rich,” she murmured against his chest.
“Yes, and it’s your absolute favorite. You’re not going to deny it, are you?”
She brushed her cheek against his skin.
“I like a lot of things for breakfast. I think you’ve already given me my favorite this morning.”
She nuzzled his nipple. When her tongue teased against it, he laughed.
“Are you trying to start something again?”
“No, if I were trying to start something, I’d do this.”
She slid beneath the blanket, her hand gliding down his stomach. It wrapped around his cock and her mouth encircled the tip. As she suckled, he groaned.
“Ohhh, baby.” He rested his hand on her head, his fingers gliding over her scalp. “That’s incredible.”
He was swelling in her mouth and when she glided deep on him, he grew so rigid he thought she’d choke around him. But she had mastered taking his cock long ago. She could take it deep into her throat, which thrilled him. And when she drew back, she’d squeeze him with her lips … ah, like she was doing now.
Then there was this thing she did that caused a deep suction that absolutely drove
him wild. She had him halfway in her mouth and cradled his balls in her hands, then swallowed. The deep suction it caused made him groan loudly.
“God, kitten, if you keep doing that…”
Her mouth slipped away and she popped her head from under the covers. “Then you’ll come?”
“Fuck, you know it.”
She grinned. “Good.”
Then she disappeared again.
She sucked and squeezed him, sending his blood boiling. Her gentle caresses on his balls made him ache for more. Within minutes he was throbbing in her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. I’m going to come.”
She suckled on his tip as she stroked his column with vigor. Then he felt it. The building heat. The tension in his groin. The surge in his heart rate. Then a release deep inside and he erupted in her mouth.
He groaned as he filled her. His cock nestled in the warmth of her mouth. Her gentle hands stroking him.
Once it was done, he ached knowing she would slip away, leaving his empty cock cold and wanting. But she lingered, not letting go yet. She still cradled his balls in one hand and gripped his cock in her other. Then her tongue swirled over him.
She eased her mouth away, but then her tongue lapped at him, like a kitten drinking milk. Tiny little licks over his shaft. Moving from the tip, down to the root.
Still holding his cock in her hand, she continued to his balls and lapped at them.
God, he wished this would never end.
Not just the fact that the sexual stimulation was exhilarating, but the fact that she was giving him such loving and intimate attention.
A knock sounded on the suite door.
“Ah, fuck. Room service,” he said.
She slipped from his cock and popped up from under the covers.
“Great. I’m starved.”
Then it dawned on him. She was doing this to avoid talking. Because she knew he’d try to convince her to stay with him. To reconsider their divorce. And after last night, she couldn’t convince him she didn’t have feelings for him. At least, sexually.
* * *
Liam got out of bed and grabbed one of the hotel robes from the bedroom closet then went to get the door. A young woman with a room service trolley smiled when he opened it.