Then, tenderly, he pressed her down onto the sand, which was warm against her back—but not as warm as Timothy’s skin.
Heat rushed through her again as he pressed little kisses down her throat, slowly moving further down until at last, his mouth found one of her nipples.
She cried out softly at how good it felt. His mouth was as hot as a furnace.
Then his tongue came out to gently caress her, her nipple achingly tight as his tongue circled it again and again. His fingers stroked her breasts, his thumb gently flicking her other nipple. At every touch, it felt as if he set off sparks that set all the nerves in her body on fire.
Her clit was tingling. She could feel how wet she’d gotten.
And for the first time in her life, feeling just how badly Timothy wanted her didn’t make her afraid. Instead, it felt good. It felt right. He was the man she’d been waiting for all these years.
A moment later, she felt his fingers touch the string of her bikini briefs.
“Is this okay?” he asked huskily.
She swallowed, her entire body tight with need.
“Yes,” she said, and then reached down to tug on the string herself.
A moment later, his strong hands took over. Very gently, he rolled her bikini bottoms down her legs. Then he returned to pressing kisses to her aching breasts until she arched breathlessly against him.
Finally, he began licking a slow path downward, his tongue hot on her skin.
She could feel herself trembling as he reached her stomach, but she was still on fire with need.
She wasn’t scared of him, not at all. With Timothy, she’d never have to be afraid of anything ever again.
But it was new. It was all new for her. And what if she disappointed him?
At her age, her lack of experience wasn’t cute or endearing—it was just sad. At least that was what everyone else had always told her...
“You’re gorgeous,” Timothy said, breaking through her sudden worry with one of his brilliant smiles as he lifted his head.
She could feel her clit throb again, achingly aware of how close Timothy was—and of how hard and hot he felt against her thigh.
He wanted her too. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him...
“I know I promised I’d take this slowly,” he said softly, his voice rough. “But I want to make you feel good. You can say no at any time. Okay?”
Mutely, she nodded, her throat so tight with desire that she didn’t think she could speak. When she tried, it came out as little more than a whisper.
“I want you.”
“I want you too.” His azure eyes had turned the dark blue of the deepest parts of the ocean as he stared at her with hunger and desire. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Then he lowered his head again, pressing another kiss to her soft belly. His fingers stroked up her bare thighs, gently spreading her legs apart for him.
She was moaning even before his lips found her wet folds.
The sensation was incredible. No one had ever touched her like this before, although Benny had kept trying to get his fingers into her panties.
But this was completely unlike the awkwardness of her college boyfriend.
Timothy was a man who knew what he wanted—and what he wanted was to treat her with the utmost gentleness and carefulness. He touched her as if she was something incredibly precious, and not just an object he wanted to own so he could brag about it.
Every touch of his lips made sparks explode inside her belly. Her clit was swollen and aching, so sensitive that she felt as if the slightest touch would be too much—and then he moved up and breathed against her, hot air ghosting against her sensitive clit.
/> Liana moaned helplessly, staring up at the blue sky stretching over her.