Back to the Beginning: A Duet Read Online Free

her ass. With a grunt, he lifted her up, pushing off the wall with his foot. When his knees hit the edge of the bed, he turned so that he could sit down and pulled Denise over top of him, straddling him.
    Their fingers clumsily tangled with one another as they tried to get his cut off and then his T-shirt. Their mouths had to pull back from one another long enough for them to lift it up and over his head. Sharing breath for a few moments, Denise pulled back and stood in front of him. Without a word, Liam moved his knees so that she had room between them.
    She kicked her shoes off with a flourish and then unbuttoned her jeans, unceremoniously pulling them off so that he couldn’t see the panties she wore underneath when the tail of her shirt hid the material from his eyes. Throwing him a saucy look, she gripped the hem of her own shirt between her thumbs and forefingers and slowly pulled it up her body, giving him glimpses of bare skin.
    “C’mon, sweetheart, show me the goods.” He licked his lips in anticipation, giving her a boyish grin.
    “Patience.”
    “I think I’ve been pretty fuckin’ patient, considering my zipper is imprinted on my dick at this point.”
    Giving in, she whisked it over her head and threw it down on the floor in front of him, leaving her in a bra she’d bought on a whim a few weeks ago. It wasn’t her usual. Normally anything she bought was for comfort. It was an ingrained habit she’d had for a while, but she and B had been at the mall, she’d seen it and stopped, looking twice. B had gotten a wicked gleam in her eye, telling her she would look amazing in it and Liam wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her if he saw it. That was the final straw. She’d thrown her credit card down, spending more on that bra than she’d spent on their weekly food at the grocery store. Seeing the look in her husband’s eyes as he locked on the piece of black lace? Worth every penny.
    Moving her fingers to the front clasp, she meant to release it when his sharp tone halted her. “Let me do that.”
    Who was she to tell him no?
    He approached her like a panther, all smooth and sleek, his gaze never faltering from the creamy skin above the lace holding the weight of her chest in. He was killing her, because she wanted him to touch her, wanted his mouth on every part of her, wanted his teeth biting, his tongue soothing. He knew everything that turned her on, and he wasn’t doing any of it; he was looking his fill.
    “Liam,” she whined, her arms wrapped around her waist to prevent her hands from touching herself. “Touch me.”
    “I will.” The promise was in his voice, but he didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry.
    Slowly, he lifted his hands up to her rib cage, spanning the expanse with his big hands. So fucking close, yet so far. Her nipples tightened, causing them to rub against the material. It only heightened her arousal, and she wanted to throw something at him, to make him move faster. There was one thing about her husband she’d learned—don’t rush him, because he would take his sweet time, no matter what. They were on his timetable, nothing would change that. When finally he moved his hands up to the lace, he pushed the weight together until the clasp gave way, opening its secrets up to his gaze. Letting the loosened cups of the bra fall away, he cupped the edges of her skin, letting his thumbs graze the hardened nubs pointing straight out at him. Throwing her head back, Denise thrust herself deeper into his hands.
    *
    “Feel good, baby?” he asked.
    “More,” she begged. “Your mouth.”
    He wanted to give her everything she hoped for, everything she wished for. Pulling her back towards him, he made her straddle his hips again, which put his mouth level with her tit. Opening his lips, he lightly kissed the skin, swirling his tongue around the puckered flesh. Denise leaned back, offering more of herself to him. She would gladly sacrifice every part of her body if he would