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Coffee Shop

... his skin, before finally moving my lips to the base of his shaft. Flicking my tongue between them, I licked from base to tip, before wrapping my lips around the head of his penis and sucking lightly. His flesh was hot and slightly salty, and feeling him swell and pulse in my mouth turned me on almost as much as he had just done. His hand came to the side of my face and gathered my loose hair, holding it back behind my head, presumably for my ease and for him to watch. With my right hand, I began to gently massage his balls, flicking and swirling my tongue over the sensitive glans. “Enjoying that?” I flicked up my eyes to Liam, who was smirking down at me. I slid my lips from him and licked along the length of his shaft once more, keeping my eyes on his. I sat back on my feet and smiled. “Yes. Are you?” “Oh very much so. But I’m not sure I’ll last much longer if you keep at it.” The weight of his body pushed me to the sheets below as he grabbed the condom and placed a knee either side of me. “How do you want me to take you?” he whispered hotly into my ear, sliding his hand between my thighs. I hummed in satisfaction as I felt his dick hot and hard against my thigh. “Like this.” He smirked against my ear, before grazing his lips along my cheek. “Good. My favourite.” I ran my hands from his waist to his shoulder blades, feeling them flex beneath my palms as he came down on to his elbows and positioned himself. “Why?” He shifted his weight on to his left elbow and took his shaft ...

... in his other hand, slowly running it back and forth over my clit. “It’s intimate.” Our lips met and I couldn’t help but raise my hips in desperation to his tease. “And I want to see your face.” I gasped as he slowly began to ease himself in, stretching me to his girth. With my legs on the inside of his, the pressure was even more intense than if they were around his waist. I gripped on to the tops of his arms as he slid himself the rest of the way in, until our stomachs were touching and his hair were tickling my forehead. “You’re so tight and wet” he breathed, withdrawing his hips and entering me once more. I gasped for air as each nerve-ending sparked, clenching my muscles as I drew him in. A strained groan escaped his throat as my muscles continued to contract around him. He was taking things slow; making sure that I felt him all and that the head of his penis rubbed against my G-spot each time he pulled back, which was creating the most intense pressure deep within my abdomen. I was in heaven; completely oblivious to everything except Liam and how he was making me feel. I moved my hands to his backside and pulled him in, enjoying the hard flex of his tight muscles beneath my hands. His pace increased, investing the entirety of his weight into each thrust, which were now becoming hard and fast. His hips crashed down on to my own as he began to lose his composure and his carnal instincts burned strong, manoeuvring his knee so that he could hitch my leg high around his waist ...