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“Your skin is like silk,” he says roughly.
“Thank you,” I manage.
“Turn.”
I do and I hold my breath as his gaze scans me from head to toe, right up close. He drags his hands from my hips down to my knees again. Then he slides them back up over my hips to my ribs and then up to cup my breasts. I suck in a sharp breath. My nipples pull even tighter and he runs his thumbs over both at once.
“Liam,” I say breathlessly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, rubbing my nipples, then plucking at them.
Heat hits my pussy and I give a little moan.
“Yeah, that’s a pretty sound.”
He’s watching his hands and fingers on my breasts. I run my hands along his arms, needing to touch him somehow.
His hands glide down over my belly to my hips and he sets me back slightly. “I need to see this pretty pussy.”
It hits me that it should maybe be awkward that my best friend is talking about my pussy and looking at me completely naked while he sits fully clothed.
Instead, it’s hot as hell.
He nudges me back to the bed. “Spread your legs for me, Ivy.”
I never thought I’d hear those words from Liam. But I wanted them. I’d shoved my attraction to him deep down, it seems, but it’s all rushing to the forefront now.
I sit on the end of the bed and part my knees.
He leans forward, resting his forearm on his thighs, studying me. He wasn’t lying. It seems he truly does intend to see every inch.
“Lie back,” he tells me.
I do, spreading my legs for him. My hands go to my breasts, playing with my aching nipples.
“Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw.
“Touch me,” I beg.
I feel more exposed than I ever have been. But I don’t feel vulnerable. I am completely safe with Liam. Instead, I am incredibly turned on. I need his touch. I need him to help with this deep growing ache.
He runs both hands up my inner thighs, his thumbs coming together at my center and brushing over my folds. I am incredibly wet and maybe should be embarrassed. But his groan and, “Fuck you’re perfect,” makes me feel sexy and gorgeous and empowered.
I think at this moment, I could get him to do anything I wanted him to. I might be spread out, completely naked, but I’m in control here.
“Liam, touch me. Please.”
He runs his thumbs over my pussy, dragging wetness from my slit to my clit.
I moan. “Yes.”
He circles and presses and I feel the tightness of an orgasm gathering already.
“God, I’ve thought of you so many times like this,” he says almost reverently.
I lift my hips, trying to get closer to his touch. “More,” I urge.
He slips a finger into me, sliding deep, then dragging it out before circling my clit again.