Page 53 of Chasing Liberty

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Page 53 of Chasing Liberty

“I made your favorite. Homemade mac and cheese and a salad.”

“Can it wait for a bit?”

“Yes.”

Liberty took a step back and pulled her top over her head, depositing it on the polished, planked floor. Reaching up, she unclasped her bra and allowed the material to float away in a wisp of blue satin.

“The tub is big enough for two,” he said.

“My thoughts exactly.”

Chapter Fourteen

Following a shared bath, they enjoyed macaroni and cheese by the fireplace, Liberty, clad in her new robe that Wyler had found for her, and he in his jeans. They found comfort in each other's embrace on the bear skin rug. Thepoppingandcracklingof the fire lulled them.

"I enjoy this," he expressed.

"And I enjoy it as well.” She played with the crisp tuft of hair on his chest.

He lowered his mouth and kissed her, tasting heaven and vanilla icing from the cake he’d picked up to satisfy the sweet tooth she’d developed. She was heaven, all wrapped up in a body that begged for sin.

He rolled her back onto the soft rug, and he opened the robe, leaning slightly to admire her. He journeyed his gaze from her blushing pink nipples to the slight slope of her belly to the bare center of her thighs.

He slowed his approach because after their bath together he was eager to go.

“You’re beautiful.” The words slipped off his lips on an exhale of breath.

“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” She flashed that grin, the one full of mischief.

With his own smile, he slipped out of his jeans, tossing them over his shoulder. The way her eyes lit, and that fucking playful smile, his dick got so hard it smacked against his stomach.

“I can’t wait to dip my tongue into you.” He brushed the backs of his knuckles down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach and to the mound. He spread her legs and inhaled the arousal that teased his senses into overdrive. Every worry and thought were pushed out of his mind as he lowered his mouth to lick and suckle until she bucked against his face. Soon he felt her spasm and shudder through her first orgasm, but a good lover never stopped there. The more she came he knew the sweeter the cream. All he could think was how he wanted to hear his name called out from her parted lips.

It wasn’t enough that he could make her come with his mouth. He wanted every part of her. Not just physically but heart and soul. By the time he was done with her, he swore that Liberty Rose would belong to him…forever.

*****

Liberty’s mind was a vortex of thoughts and emotions.

She took in every sensation flowing through her, overwhelmed with each drive and lick of his skilled tongue. Like a ladder, he pushed and drove her up and up each rung toward the peak of release. The first orgasm had been amazing, but the second…was a doozy. It stripped her, leaving her vulnerable and shuddering then came a blanket of complete satisfaction. Stars exploded inside her, lighting every corner of darkness.

He didn’t stop there.

She felt his energy. He needed more than to just make her come. He was like a marathon runner fighting for the win. Pushing toward that last leg, giving everything he had to please her. The third time came like a rapid fire of divine bullets. Thefourth time, he teased her. Taking her to the top, only to let her float downward, just to bring her higher again, but not to completion. He crawled atop her, and in one swift thrust he filled her with his bulging cock. She arched and whimpered, and he swallowed the sound by kissing her, sinking his tongue inside the cave of her mouth. Her taste lingered there, on his tongue and lips like sweet and sour candy.

“Wyler…” she called his name. Over and over.

“I’ve got you, baby. I want to feel you come around me. Soak me with your juices.” There was a raw edge to his voice that drove her closer to that peak.

She lifted her hips, gliding up and down on his thick girth. She rolled her hips and cried out at the amazing sensation of his tip hitting that spot…the one that made her see stars. At that moment her bones were all but ashes and her skin a mass of nerve endings.

Arching up to meet him, the scream tore from her like a rocket—more intense than any feeling she’d ever felt. Like tall waves crashing, one after another, pouring into her all its satisfaction.

“There. That’s it. That’s my sweetheart,” he growled next to her ear. His movements were becoming tenser, faster. He moved like he was cranking a knob tighter and tighter.

“Good. That’s so good.” She dug her nails into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tightened her hold on him. She couldn’t seem to get close enough—couldn’t seem to get enough. She couldn’t see how she’d gone most of her life without this feeling of needing someone more than words could describe. She wanted to crawl under his skin. Glance inside his heart. Know every bit about this man who brought her so much pleasure.

“You can take all of me, right? Is it too much?”




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