Delicate

4

It was dark and maybe I saw it darker as I was out of breath from the fierce hand on my mouth. I was frightened at the sudden pull but kept quiet because the touch was familiar.
"Shush, baby girl. It's me. Don't make a sound."
Of course, it is him. He let go of my mouth and tightened his grip on my wrists holding my hands above my head pinned to the wall. There is nothing so sexy as being pinned to the wall by a fucking hot man when you're just inches away and your breath gradually shortens. My lungs can't pump the amount of air I needed at that sexy moment which turned me on and my chest was heaving. At each heave, my breasts touched the fabric over his chest. He took my phone from my hand and put it in his pocket followed by crossing my wrists and gripping my both wrists with his strong left hand. He inched closer to me which was enough for me to lose my mind full of unanswered questions. But that seemed too irrelevant at that moment to what I anticipated in happening. 

With him. 

My breasts were then confined to his chest and our bodies collapsed. I felt the urge to kiss him. Rough. And wild. But I wasn't the one who was in control. I was controlled. His thumb traced my lips and I breathed so hard as if I was in a trance. My brain curls up like wilted leaves. I am not in a position to think right now. I wanted to give in so badly right n-
"Why did you not protest when I touched you like that, baby girl?", He whispered in his deep voice and I could feel my nipples erect slowly. 
"I couldn't.", I managed to say hitching my breath from the sexual tension. I closed my eyes shut. I couldn't look him in his eyes anymore as this feeling was so much for me to handle.
"WHY fucking WHY?", his right hand lowered from my lips to my throat slightly choking me. God, he was killing me in a very nice way. The way his finger gripped my throat made me realize which is the prettiest necklace in the world.

His hands. 

 "It was irresistible.", I purred in a low voice. I couldn't get enough of him. 
He presses himself onto me and growls in my ear,
" You should have resisted, baby girl."
His deep growling voice sent shivers down my spine and I felt my womanhood throb.
I whispered, "Why?"
"Cause I can't.", and with that, the most beautiful apocalypse ever happened. His lips. My lips. Apocalypse. He smashed his lips into me tasting my lips and wrenching my soul. His grip on my throat stiffened. I felt like I blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
 As if a long-awaited burning fire was put water on. Water? No- Ice.
The fire grew even bigger as his hands shifted down my body tracing my collarbones, and down to cupping my breasts.
He took full control over me as he forced his tongue inside my mouth. I could taste the fruity red wine as his tongue fought mine. I melted into him helpless with my eyes clenched shut, in a trance of tongue. His tongue explored parts of my mouth I didn't know could be reached.
Waving sensations washed all over my body as he gave a slight squeeze to my breasts and in one swift motion of his index finger, my sheer bustier was pulled down.
As soon as my needy swollen tits bounced their freedom away he captivated my hard nipples between his index finger and middle one. The rest of his palm kneaded my breasts. I moaned into his mouth through the kiss and the arousing sensations were just hitting my spots.
He knew the ratio of being rough and soft. His kiss was rough but his hands were working softly on my soft breasts. He pinched and teased my nipples and with each one of them, I felt my womanhood become a mess.

I was so fucking wet. 

The night was moist with anticipation.

He let go of my wrists and my hands found their way to his neck clutching strongly as he lifts me holding me up. I jumped to make it easy for him. He was carrying me somewhere. I didn't know as he never let go of my lips and my eyes were shut to take his fierce tongue in. He suddenly threw me on a soft land breaking the kiss. I opened my eyes and looked around. It is a king-size bed. Where are we? I faced him and saw him undoing his shirt buttons. I leaned back and enjoyed the view as his shirt fell down his biceps and built but not-so-muscular abs yet oh-so-sexy to look at. 
"Tell me, baby girl, are you down for me going down on you?", my lips trembled and eyes widened as I was embarrassed to remember that I'm a fucking virgin! I don't know how that feels or whatever but I was thinking what to say in reply. Should I tell him?

"What happened? What are you thinking?", he observed my silence.
"Uh-Liam, actually...", I hesitated as I felt so shy in front of him now than before.
"Don't worry baby girl. Your consent matters. If you say no, I respect that.", he said looking into my eyes and piercing my soul.
"T-thank you...but...that's not what I meant to say.."
He leaned forward to hear me. His hands supported his figure hovering over me. 
"I- I'm a...", I cupped my face in my palm,"...virgin." 
"Oh fuck!"
I curled my fingers inside my palm still covering half my face except my eyes. I looked at him frowning.
"What?", I purred like a hungry kitty.
"You were never touched by a man?", he asked not breaking the eye contact.
"N-no."
"Fuck-", he hissed under his breath, "Men should be throwing themselves at you, mon trésor."
The air in my lungs tickled as I heard French slipping his tongue. It was so damn sexy to hear French in his voice even though I didn't know what it meant.
I licked my lips to make them wet and looked down. I saw I was dressed but my boobs were out. It looked so awkward. When I was pulling my bustier up slowly in embarrassment, his index finger lifted my chin to face him.

"What do you want? Should I stop?"
"I want you to keep your word. There's no one here.", I whispered sexily roaming my eyes around.
"You talk like-"
I put my finger on his lips before he could say anything," Like, I want you."
I stretched up to reach his ear, "Devour me, Liam."
He smashed my body to the bed as he kissed me hard. His tongue playfully wiggled, it pulsated. It had the power in itself to force me to lay back and dig my nails on his bare shoulders.
So instantaneous and urgent was that tongue. His hands were all over me.

Touching and brushing. 

He was making it hard for me to breathe with that kiss. I gasped for air in the middle. He broke the kiss and took my hands off his shoulder. He pinned my hands forcibly to the bed by my wrists. I wanted to touch him. Feel him. Feel him indulge in me. I jolted as his lips traced my neck and collarbone. 

"Don't you dare move your hands till I say.", I obliged as he said. I clasped my palms above my head burying the urge to touch him so badly.
My heart raced faster than racing cars as his hands pulled my satin dress down my body in just one motion. I was left in my black lacey lingerie down there. He attacked my breasts like a lion prey on deer. His hands cupped my breasts and I couldn't help but close my eyes shut and moaned.

I moaned louder as I felt his warm mouth around my nipples while he was pinching the other one. He was driving me crazy as fuck. My hair created art all over the white sheets. All messy and tangled up. He was frantic. He wanted to get as much of one of my breasts into his mouth as he could. I was whining in pleasure as I saw him feasting on me hungrily. He kissed both my boobs and went on kissing down my body, my navel, my abdomen, my panty line. And then snatch!
He tore it and put it in his pocket. I let my head fall back closing my eyes preparing myself for what he was going to do. He kissed further down my womanhood till he reached my lower lips. My body reacted thrusting up and bending my spine as he kissed my lower lips. I could feel his hot breath on me.

His hands circled my thighs up to my stomach to hold me firmly. I grasped the sheets lightly. And his tongue was in charge. My womanhood throbbed as he tasted me. My grasp on the sheets grew harder. His tongue worked wonders around and inside my folds making me close to the edge. I felt a sensation tighten up in my stomach. I was almost screaming and moaning and biting my lips. My legs are open so far that the bones in my legs are sticking up hard against the inner thighs next to my womanhood. He rubs the bones with one of his hands on my inner thighs while the other one doesn't let me move more than an inch pulsating when he is tasting me. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations he created licking and sucking onto my swollen clit and then flicking my lower lips over and there with his tongue. This was not enough for him.
He started tongue-fucking me. His hot tongue entered my vagina and my back arched as I was so close to climaxing all over his face. He lowered his hand from grasping me to my clit. His thumb circled my clit as he tongue-fucked me. The air around me was so hot I was sweating.
I was dizzy to the point where I can't even process anything in my mind. 
My skin feels like it's on fire, my body burning with the heat of his passion, him searing me with sensation until it all builds up and... explodes like a volcano.
I climaxed in his mouth. I was trembling and screamed the hell out as I climaxed. I felt a hot liquid flowing out of my vagina as his tongue licked my juices clean. The nerve endings in my clit are so fucking fucked up. I felt numb. I couldn't move. I looked down catching my breath. I saw him licking his lips covered in my juices. He smiled at me and gazed deeply into my eyes. He crawled up towards me after giving a kiss to my womanhood as I shivered. 

"You taste just like I thought."

"How do I taste like?"

"Comme le mien." 

"What?", I frowned as I breathed those words to him. My chest was still heaving.

"Sweet.", he smiled at me and leaned down for a kiss before stopping just above my lips,
"You're a Goddess worth to be worshipped.", my lips curled as I heard him and he kissed me.
Passionately. He indulged in me like we were not two people. He dipped himself into me as if he wanted to have all of me. 

He kissed me calmly. We got up from the bed and he held my hand to adjust to stand after what he just did to me. 
He put his shirt on and helped me as I slipped into my dress. Just in the dress. He fucking tore my panties. I planned to tell him about it later as my phone beeped in his pocket and there were 12 missed calls from my Boss. His elder brother. Lucas. Oh shit- the event!

Oh my fucking fuckity goodness! 

Liam followed my running ass to the convocation room and I saw all the guests have arrived.
I knew the fresh flushed glow of being in bed with a man was painted all over my face.

I walked down the aisle straight to the front row chairs with all the confidence I could gather.
I felt an arm snaking around my waist. Liam synchronized his walk with me holding me and making me sit. He knew accompanying him would make the people talk about me less and more about why he is walking with me.

He looked at me and said playfully,
"They are still naughty!"
I followed his eyes to see what he was referring to.
My nipples. They didn't behave.
Even if they could have, definitely not after what happened in the bedroom.

I sighed.

The speech part of the event was soon done. Now, was the time for ball dancing.

The real purpose of this event. I had a sensation things would get hot in here. 

Liam rose the temperature as he played piano as the couples danced.
I stood admiring him holding a glass of scotch in my hand and sipped the glass down my throat leaving a burning sensation as the scotch traveled it's way down.

In a blink, suddenly he wasn't there.