Free Because of His Past by Kelly Favor Page A

another, gently
passionately.
    Once she was totally nude, he’d gotten an
intense gleam in his eyes.   “I’m
going to tie you up,” he’d announced, and she’d laughed, but her nipples had
hardened and she’d gotten so, so wet between her legs.
    Liam had been true to his word.   Within minutes, she’d been trussed like
a turkey, and now she was waiting, waiting, her breath coming in quick gasps.
    “Look at your skin,” he said, his voice
nearer to her head then her feet.   “It’s gorgeous,” he whispered, and then she felt his tongue, licking her
stomach, and then lips, kissing her navel.
    She shivered, laughing.   “That tickled.”
    “I’m going to do a lot more than tickle
you.”   His mouth was on her again,
this time, he sucked her nipple for a few blessed moments, and Grace moaned.
    “That feels good,” she told him.
    His mouth left the one breast and then
she felt his tongue and lips on her other breast, sucking, licking, flicking,
until she cried out.   “I’m fucking
wet,” she sighed, feeling it drip between her legs.   “Oh, God, I’m so wet.”
    “Let me decide how wet you are,” Liam
replied, and soon his fingers were rubbing the outside of her folds, rubbing so
insistently that her clitoris swelled and she moaned again and again.
    “I think I might come.”
    “Not yet, Grace.”   His hand withdrew.
    She waited, feeling her breath move
through her stomach and chest, wondering what he’d do next.  
    All worries and cares were gone.
    It was almost like she’d had her memory
erased temporarily—and it was amazing.   It was a drug, the best kind of drug,
she thought.   Liam’s hands, his
lips, tongue, the feel of his skin directly pressing
against her skin was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
    Knowing he had total control was even
more exciting, because Grace had simply never given herself over to another
person like this.   She’d never even
known such a thing was possible, and yet, here she was—living it.
    Suddenly, he was between her legs again,
only now it wasn’t his fingers.   Now, it was his mouth, and it felt hot and wet and his tongue was
amazing.   She couldn’t stop him or
control him—he had total say over her body and what it would do next.
    Including, it seemed, if her body was
going to climax or not.
    As he licked her clit furiously, she
arched her back and yelled, unable to stop the frenzy building within her.   “Liam,” she cried.   “Oh, God, Liam!”
    “Don’t come,” he warned.
    But then he kept licking her clit, and
she was gritting her teeth and fighting as hard as she could, until his hands
slid all the way up her thighs and spread her open, and his mouth went inside
her, his tongue lunging into her hole, burrowing, fucking her.
    “I can’t stop,” she said, as the orgasm
ripped through her like a storm, and her arms flailed against the restraints
and her legs kicked, unmoving except for slight undulations.
    Somehow, this actually increased the
intensity of her climax, and she found herself coming again, as Liam sucked and
licked, finishing her off with two fingers pushing deep inside her hole.
    When it was over, she was left panting,
sweating, and dazed.   “Holy crap,”
was all she could say.
    “I told you to wait,” he chastised her.
    “Are you serious?”
    “I’m completely serious.”
    “Then maybe you should’ve stopped eating
me out,” she said, feeling heat flame in her cheeks.
    “Don’t get nasty with me, Grace.”  
    “Or what?” she challenged him.  
    “Or I’m going to fuck you until you can’t
stop coming, and you finally shut that mouth of yours.”
    Grace smiled.   “Is that seriously a threat?”
    There was silence, but then she felt
pressure as he moved on the bed, and then his naked body was pressed down on
top of hers, his hands running up and down her torso, sliding along her
sweating skin.  
    His face was even pressed down on hers,
and she could feel his lips on her lips as he