Chapter 78 Touch Anywhere You Want
The sky outside the window lit up with fireworks for the Thanksgiving ceremony.
Colourful lights streamed through the window and cast their glow on the two of them lying entwined on the living room floor.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became intimate.
The warm light, in sync with each burst of fireworks, drew them deeper into their passion.
She picked up his tie and gently draped it over his eyes, blocking his view.
As the buttons came undone, the muscles on his chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath her touch.
Her movements were slow and tentative; her fingertips occasionally brushed his skin, sending tiny shivers through him.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to regain control.
Just as he was about to roll over and pin her down, Emma reached out and pressed her hand against his chest to stop him.
"Don't move," she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. "You said… let me do it."
"All right, I won't move. But you have to keep going, Emma," he
chuckled. "Don't just stop at the buttons. You can use my hands."
Emma hesitated for a moment, then gently took one of his hands and guided it to rest at her waist.
His palm was large and warm, radiating heat through the fabric.
Her fingertips slid down from his collarbone, tracing the contours of his pectorals and feeling the firm lines and powerful beat of his heart.
Her touch grew bolder, mirroring the way he had treated her in her memory.
Liam's breathing grew noticeably heavier.
"Kiss me, Emma. Don't just use your hands; You decide the depth and rhythm."
Emma's face flushed.
She leaned down and lightly kissed his chin, feeling the faint prickle of stubble.
Then, following the line of his jaw, she slowly kissed her way down to his Adam's apple, feeling it shift beneath her lips.
Finally, she pressed her lips against his.
She tentatively deepened the kiss, tracing the contours of his lips with her tongue, which were then eagerly captured and entwined by his.
His hand finally couldn't resist, covering the back of hers resting on his chest and guiding it to feel the heat and strength of his body.
"Very good… just like that," he gasped. "Keep going. Touch wherever you want."
Each of her touches was like a tiny spark, slowly consuming him.
"Sit on top of me," he commanded, his voice hoarse.
She hesitated, resting her hands on his solid, scorching chest and using it for support as she adjusted herself slowly.
The process was so slow that they both held their breath.
When she finally took him fully inside her, they both let out a soft moan.
"And then?" she asked, her body trembling slightly.
“Move,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
Sweat was already soaking the strands of hair on his forehead.
“Emma, come at whatever pace feels good to you,” he murmured.
She dared not make any sudden movements, only moving tentatively.
Liam’s breathing became erratic.
He tilted his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, his hands clenched tightly around her waist.
“Faster...” he urged, his voice thick with suppressed desire. “Come on.”
Emma gradually found her rhythm.
She moved with greater amplitude, searching for the angle that would make her feel happier.
He could hear her increasingly ragged breaths mingling with his own heavy heartbeat.
Leaning down, she panted into his ear.
“Liam... is this... okay?” she asked.
“Yes... just like that...” he affirmed in broken gasps.
He rolled over abruptly, pinning her down and reclaiming some of the control.
The rhythm quickened as they surged towards the peak together.
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They finished until dawn broke.
Emma slept until after ten o'clock.
She opened her eyes, finding Liam wasn’t in the room.
Oh no… I’d slept far too long.
She scrambled to her feet, but her legs gave way and she almost lost her balance.
“Ouch…”
She stood up carefully, put on her slippers and headed to the bathroom.
While brushing her teeth, she saw the obvious marks on her chest.
KNOCK!
“Need some ointment?”
Liam’s voice came from outside the door.
Recalling the scene last night, her face flushed instantly.
“Keep it for yourself,” she shouted.
He chuckled outside the door.
When Emma emerged from the bathroom, he was leaning against the door, holding some ointment.
He followed her smugly into the walk-in wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” she asked hoarsely.
She quickly covered her mouth and looked at him awkwardly.
Liam reached out and pulled her into his arms.
“Baby, you did great last night...” he smirked.
Heat crept onto her cheeks.
“Then let me go first. I need to get dressed...” she said, trying to push him away.
“If I do as you say, will you still love me next time, baby?” He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.
She buried her face even deeper and didn’t dare make a sound.
Liam pinched her cheek and said with a smile, “I’m really looking forward to it…”
She nudged him, and only then did he let go.
“Turn around...” she mumbled.
“Don't worry, I'll wait until tonight,” he said.