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Her tongue invaded his mouth, and blood poured into his groin. She must have felt his erection swell against her stomach because he heard her inhale sharply. And… that was all. She didn’t pull back, she didn’t end their kiss, and she certainly didn’t stop lashing her tongue against his.

That was enough for some of Liam’s inhibitions to recede. His hands chose the opposite path than what they’d picked with Avril a little while ago. They climbed. Slowly but steadily, they advanced up her sides. Quickly enough, he discovered that her dress had no back, and only the slender crisscrossing straps kept him from touching every part of her smooth back.

Still, their kiss continued. As his hands glided over her skin, shifting under her dark hair where it curtained down her back, Anna leaned even further into him, smushing her breasts against his chest. A throaty moan rippled through his throat during the briefest of intermissions between their kiss. Anna beamed and threw her lips back onto his as it did so.

His hands shifted away from her back, passing under her arms. From her silken lips to her soft breasts to the excitement trembling through her alluring figure, it was as if she was designed to enthrall him. He couldn’t free his mind of the torrid desires running rampant within it.

As his hands found their way to the sides of Anna’s breasts, she inhaled sharply. At the same time, they both opened their eyes, though their lips remained linked. Was this too much for her? Was it unpleasant, unwanted? Liam froze the advance of his hands, desperately hoping he hadn’t gone too far.

That fear compounded numerous times as Anna broke off their kiss and loosened—but didn’t fully remove—her arms from his neck. Countless emotions swirled in a whirlpool within hereyes, and she swallowed. Her eyes broke from his, falling to where his hands currently rested.

Heat spilled over her fair complexion, and Liam hastily began to remove his hands. Yet, before he’d put more than a few inches between them and her body, she whispered, “It’s okay if you touch them a little.”

His hands froze indecisively in midair. He waited for her to lift her gaze before he asked, “Are you sure? I’m sorry if I moved too quickly; it’s totally okay if you’re not comfortable with me touching you like that.”

All the emotions he’d seen in her eyes, hesitance, uncertainty, excitement, desire, continued mingling like a family gathering on Thanksgiving, where every person had their personal political opinions they wished to voice loudly. Even as she nodded, the victor remained undecided.

“It’s okay.” She hastily shook her head. “I want you to.”

Liam’s body bellowed for him to seize the moment before she thought better of her offer and rescinded it. His heart, however, needed to be sure that Anna was okay with this. He didn’t want her to end up harried by regret minutes, hours, or even days from now.

“You’re sure?”

Anna nodded. “Yes.”

Hesitantly, he reciprocated her nod. “All right. But just let me know if it starts making you uncomfortable or anything, okay?”

“I will.”

Carefully, as though he were building a miniature ship inside of a bottle, he revoked the distance he’d put between her breasts and his hands. In the beginning, he made sure only to touch her over her dress. He remained adamant about ensuring she was okay with everything that happened.

She didn’t ask him to stop when his fingertips landed on her breasts. She shivered and inhaled as his palms tepidly pressed upon her breasts moments after, but she nodded again. Her eyes connected with his, and she nodded a third time.

Liam slowly brought his thumbs toward the dividing line between her dark dress and fair skin. For every centimeter they traversed, his heart rate added an additional beat a minute to its cycle. He could feel the same acceleration through his palms; Anna’s heart raced faster than even his did. Carefully approaching the boundary of her dress and skin, he loitered on the precipice of that divide. However, there was no overcoming primal instinct. Not after she nodded one final time.

His thumbs swapped from her dress to her cleavage, allowing him to feel Anna’s breasts for the first time. He didn’t stop moving his hands inward until he could massage soft circles with his thumbs over her bared skin, which caused Anna to shiver again. She breathed in, then out. Licking her lips, she shifted her mouth toward his.

While his hands stayed in motion upon her body, the two of them resumed their kiss. They’d reached a new step in their relationship, and there was no longer any reason to think of it as fake. As he continued working his hands softly over her breasts, he felt budding points stiffen underneath them.

Anna further pressed against him, compressing her breasts against his hands. Emboldened by her action, he began to knead them a bit more energetically. He was careful about his touch, doing everything he could to remain gentle and soft. And yet, not long after he’d begun to glide his fingertips over her heavy breasts, Anna shivered. Almost immediately afterward, her arms tightened around the back of his neck for support as her knees wobbled.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Y-Yes,” she answered. “They’re just a little sensitive.”

“In an alright way?”

Anna nodded. “I think so, yes. I’ll say if it stops feeling… nice.”

As he hurriedly began to understand, Anna’s breasts were far more sensitive than Avril's or Tess’s. Slowing his hands down slightly, Anna still responded with more shivers, more deep inhales, and more flutters of her eyelashes. It really did worry him at first, when he couldn’t be sure if these responses were out of pleasure or distress, and he almost asked if she was being honest about enjoying what he was doing. However, before he could do that, Anna sighed. Not a sad sigh, not a disgruntled sigh, but one of undulating pleasure. The kind he’d heard from other women, but only after spending far more time on their breasts than he had so far given to Anna’s.

She’sreallysensitive,Liam noted, adding a bit more pressure to his thumbs to see if she’d respond positively. As far as he could tell, she did. So, he gave her a little more, and the stage where he’d just been softly caressing her gradually ended, replaced by one where he focused on just how much pleasure she might gain from his touch.

Anna’s shivering intensified, and her lower lip trembled. Her head dipped back, and his lips pursued her. He kissed her neck, then nipped at it, which elicited a throaty purr from the gorgeous woman. And yet… and yet…

“Do… you want to touch them a little more?” Anna asked, running her hands through his hair.

The answer was indubitably yes. However, it wasn’tjustpleasure. He reminded himself of that as he pulled his lips away from her neck, staring into her eyes. Her lust and excitement might have surged within them during the past couple of minutes, but he could still see traces of hesitance sparkling like veins of gold in a stone. Just like with that, he knew which was the more important aspect of the whole.