“What if I’m never ready?”
“You will be. Stop trying to rush this.”
“I didn’t rush this. Please… I just want to feel human. Do you understand?”
“So, you want to use me to feel human?” Liam pulled back, looking down at her in his arms.
“No…” Felicity shook her head, “Well… yeah I guess it sounds like that, but no – I want to be with the man I love.”
“What did you just say?” Liam couldn’t believe his ears. He’d been waiting to hear her utter those words for the last few months.
“I love you, Liam. I do. And you shouldn’t have to keep waiting for me to be…”
Liam cut her off as he pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her with so much passion, she was breathless when he broke apart.
“You love me?”
“Yes… I do.”
He smiled as he spun her around and plopped onto the couch. Sitting with his legs spread, he pulled her to stand between his knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Letting the woman who loves me, use me.”
“I don’t understand.” Felicity ran her hands through her hair.
“Baby… you just told me that you love me. You can use me however you need. And I think, you need to be in control. So, use me. I’m yours.”
Felicity stared down at the selfless man on her couch. She watched in awe as he tugged his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans. He never broke eye contact as he slid the denim down his legs and sat only in his black boxer briefs. He slung his arms over the back of the couch and waited.
“You’re in control.”
♦ ♦ ♦
Felicity froze. Liam looked perfectly calm as he sat with his arms loosely hung beside him. His feet were spread, allowing her to stand between them.
“Liam,” Felicity breathed out his name.
“Felicity, I’m not moving unless you ask me too.”
“But how…” she shook her head, “I don’t understand how this will work if you don’t touch me.”
“Baby, my dick doesn’t need my hands to participate. It needs you.”
“But don’t you want to touch me – I mean, don’t you need to touch me too?”
“Don’t get me wrong… not touching you is going to be a challenge, but you can see I don’t have to put my hands on you just to get hard.”
Felicity glanced down, noting the outline of his cock through the silky material. Smiling, she realized he wanted her, and he was letting her lead the encounter.
“I won’t touch you, unless you ask me too. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Felicity kneeled in front of him, her hands finding their way to the hard plains of his abdomen. The ridges of his muscles flexed and jumped as she ran her fingers across the tanned skin. His breath hitched and he let out a hiss. Felicity watched as he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut.
She continued her exploration of his body, tracing the definition of his well-tuned physique. She slowly climbed up, straddling his lap, as she pressed her lips to his. She could feel the hardness of his excitement between her legs as she ground into him. He groaned, leaning his head back onto the couch. Felicity watched him clench his hands, obviously fighting the urge to touch her. She smiled as she pressed her mouth against his chest. Her tongue swirled around his nipple. He couldn’t help it as he thrust his hips into her, moaning as he bit his lip.
Felicity ground against him, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against the fabric of her panties. She slowly eased her hand lower, adjusting her legs so she could slip her hand beneath the waist band of his boxers. Liam groaned, gripping the fabric of the couch beneath his fingers. His hips came off the cushion slightly, as she wrapped her fingers around his thick member. Felicity felt empowered as she stroked him. She watched his face, ecstasy written all over his tight expression. She couldn’t sedate the fire burning between her legs. She needed more. Freeing his dick from the fabric, she sucked her lip into her mouth. She wanted to feel him inside her. Slowly, she rose on her knees, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Her eyes never strayed from his face as she pulled her panties to the side and eased him inside. Liam’s eyes popped open, locking onto hers as she sheathed him fully inside her.
He dared not move, “Felicity.” He breathed out, watching her as she adjusted to his size. His hands never left the couch, his body frozen as his cock pulsated like a drum inside her channel.
Felicity leaned her head back, her eyes closed as she began to rock against him. Her hands pressed into his chest as her slick cunt squeezed his cock. Liam watched her, he could barely keep his hands still, afraid touching her would break the spell she’d weaved around them. Her head rolled forward and her eyes met his.
“Touch me,” she whispered. She slid her hand up his chest, across his shoulder, taking his hand in hers. She pulled it down, pressing his palm against her hip. “Please, Liam. I need you to touch me.”
Releasing the cushion he’d been holding in a death grip, he slipped his hand to her other hip. Felicity began rocking against him. Her movements becoming harder and more frantic. Liam only held her hips, relishing in the sensation of her channel clenching him deep inside her. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not with the heat of her pussy wrapped around him like she was. He could feel her muscles tighten, her breathing becoming more like a pant.
“Oh…” she moaned, bucking harder. Their skin slapping echoed into the living room. “Liam… I think I’m going to come.” She let out a squeal, her walls clamping down on his dick so hard he swore he saw stars. She moved fast, sucking his seed from him like her life depended on it.
“Felicity…” he said her name, watching her face as her orgasm washed over them. Her body slowed as she leaned forward and pressed her head to his shoulder. No words were spoken. Liam simply held her against him. Her soft whimpers made him realize she was crying.
“Baby? Did I hurt you – why are you crying?”
Felicity shook her head against him, “I’m not broken. Thank you.” Liam wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as she let the tears fall.
Felicity wasn’t sure how long Liam had held her as she straddled his lap, his semi-hard cock still buried inside her. He ran his hand down her hair, pressing light kisses to her forehead.
“You ready to go to bed?” He breathed against her ear as he spoke.
“Yeah,” Felicity moved to climb off his lap, but Liam gripped her tight and held onto her as he stood. His dick slipped from her, their combined juices leaking down his thighs. He carefully kicked his boxers the rest of the way off and carried her to their bedroom. Pulling back the covers, he laid her down and climbed in behind her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her against his chest.
“I love you, Felicity.” He kissed her neck.
Something clicked inside her. This man had allowed her to control sex. And damn it felt good. Felicity rolled to face him. “I love you, too. Thank you for letting me… well, you know.”
“Molest me?” Liam smiled, half laughing.
Felicity leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. She slipped her tongue past his lips, tangling it with his.