Chapter 256: Sweet Positions
Liam reached forward and pulled the sports bra up over her head in one smooth motion, her boobs coming free immediately, full and heavy, bouncing once as the fabric cleared them.
Her nipples were already hard, pointing forward, the skin of her chest flushed pink from the workout.
He pulled the leggings down next, peeling them off her hips slowly, and she lifted each foot to help him get them all the way off.
She lay back on the mat with nothing on, her legs slightly apart, looking up at him with her eyes carrying something that had been building since the hallway.
"Show me what you’re hiding under those trousers," she said.
He smiled at her. "I will." He moved toward her legs and lowered himself. "But first let me say hi to this pretty lady."
"Uhh," she started.
Before the word finished leaving her mouth he had gone down between her legs and pressed his mouth against her.
She arched immediately.
Her back lifted clean off the mat, her hands flying to the back of his head without deciding to, her whole body reacting before her brain had processed what was happening.
"Oh," she said. Sharp and immediate. "Oh god."
He worked slowly.
His tongue moving in long deliberate strokes, pressing flat and then pointing, finding the specific places that made her hips shift forward involuntarily.
He was in no hurry about any of it, reading her reactions and coming back to the things that produced the clearest ones, building it gradually from the bottom up.
"Mm," she said, her head pressing back against the mat.
Her toes curled against the yoga mat surface.
One hand gripped his hair and the other pressed flat against the mat beside her hip, her chest rising and falling faster now, her boobs moving with each quickened breath.
’My ex never did this,’ she thought, her eyes closing, her hips rolling forward to meet his mouth without her deciding to roll them. ’He would just go straight into it the second he wanted to. No warming up, no preparation, nothing. Just expected everything to be ready for him.’ Liam’s tongue found a specific spot and her whole body lurched. ’I didn’t know it was supposed to feel like this. I genuinely did not know.’
He kept going.
Continuous and completely patient, his hands spreading her thighs slightly wider as he worked, giving himself better access, his tongue maintaining a rhythm that her hips were now actively trying to follow.
"Oh god," she said, the words arriving between sharp breaths. "Oh god that’s."
She stopped forming sentences.
Her sounds came freely now, each one pulled from somewhere she wasn’t managing, her grip in his hair tightening with every minute that passed.
"Liam," she said. "If you keep doing that I’m going to cum."
He pulled back and looked up at her from between her legs with a grin. "We can’t have that yet," he said.
She looked down at him with an expression that communicated everything she felt about that decision.
He sat up, reached for his trousers, and pulled them down along with his boxers in one movement.
Britney looked.
Her eyes went wide.
She stared at it for a full three seconds without blinking, her mouth slightly open, the comparison running automatically in her head between what she was looking at and every frame of reference she had available to her.
Everything came up short.
’That is genuinely bigger than anything I have ever ordered,’ she thought, her chest rising faster. ’The biggest one they had in stock and this is still larger than that. How is that going to fit inside me. Is that even physically possible.’
Liam knelt there completely unbothered, looking at her face taking in the information.
"Shall we start with position one?" he said.
He reached forward and took both her legs, pushing them back slowly, folding them up until they were beside her head in a full compression position, her hips elevated off the mat, everything exposed and available.
She stretched her hands forward instinctively, pressing against his chest. "I’m having second thoughts about this," she said.
He looked at her, said nothing, positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in slowly.
"Haaaa—"
The sound tore out of her before he was even halfway in, raw and completely unmanaged, her hands slamming flat against the mat on both sides of her, her eyes going wide and staying wide.
She could feel him spreading her from the inside, wider than anything had done before, each millimeter of progress announcing itself to every nerve she had.
He kept pushing forward.
Slow and continuous, giving her time to adjust to each increment before he added the next, feeling her stretch around him, warm and impossibly tight.
"Oh god," she said. "Oh god you’re so big. You’re so. Oh."
He pushed until he was fully inside her.
He held still for a moment.
She breathed.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands still flat on the mat, her eyes on the ceiling, her whole body taking a moment to accept the reality of his size inside her.
"Okay," she breathed. "Okay. I can’t belive you’re completely in me."
He started moving.
Long deep strokes, pulling almost all the way back and pressing forward fully, each one reaching somewhere that made her entire body tighten around him in response.
A faint outline pressed against her stomach with each thrust.
"Oh god," she said. "Oh god oh god oh."
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
He kept the pace steady, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, holding the position he had put her in, the angle allowing him to go deeper than she had ever felt anything go.
"You’re so tight," he said, looking down at her. "I would have expected different given how much you work out."
She opened her mouth to respond.
Nothing came out except a sound that had no words in it.
Her lips kept moving and her brain kept sending instructions that her mouth was not receiving properly, everything rerouted to dealing with what was happening to the rest of her.
He kept going.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
Her boobs bounced with every thrust, the full weight of them shifting forward and back continuously, her nipples hard and dark, the skin of her chest flushed deep pink all the way down.
Her legs stayed where he had positioned them beside her head, her body completely open, her hands alternating between gripping the mat and pressing against his stomach like she was trying to regulate the depth and failing to commit to the decision.
"Liam," she managed between sounds. "Liam I’m."
"Yeah," he said.
"I’m close," she said. "I’m really. Oh."
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Liam," she said. Just his name. Nothing else.
She came.
Her whole body locked at once, every muscle going rigid, her hands pressing flat and hard against the mat, the sound that left her going through the apartment without stopping for anything.
Her thighs shook against his hands, her boobs pressing together as her chest arched upward, her pussy clenching around him in long continuous waves that he felt through his entire body.
He held her through every second of it, his pace slowing but not stopping, carrying her through the full length of it until the shaking stopped and her body slowly released and her weight came back down to the mat.
He pulled back slowly.
She lay there breathing for a moment.
"We’re not done," he said.
She looked up at him. "That’s impossible," she said. "You came a lot. You can’t go again."
"I’m different," he said simply.
She looked at him below the waist.
Still completely hard.
Her mouth opened slightly. "Wait," she said. "Give me a minute. Just a minute."
"This next one you won’t have to hold yourself up," he said.
She looked at him.
That got her attention fully.
She pushed herself up from the mat slowly, her arms shaking with the effort, her legs finding the floor by degrees.
As she stood a thin trail of him ran down her inner thigh and she looked at it briefly before looking back at him.
"What position?" she said.
"One leg on my shoulder," he said. "Other one stays on the floor. Standing split."
She processed it. Then she raised one leg and placed it up on his shoulder, her other foot planted firmly on the mat, her body now fully open from the side angle, everything visible.
He reached up and held her raised leg with one hand.
She looked at him from this position, her leg on his shoulder, his hand holding her steady, and smiled. "Like this?"
He smiled back. "Exactly like that."
He pushed in from the side angle.
"Oh—" Her hand found his shoulder and gripped it immediately, her head dropping to the side, her other hand reaching for anything else to hold and finding nothing, just air.
He started moving.
Slow at first, finding the rhythm of the position, his free hand on her waist keeping her from losing her balance.
Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Oh god," she said. "That’s different. That’s completely. Oh."
He released the hand holding her leg and moved both to her ass instead, spreading both palms wide across the full curve of it, gripping hard, and using the grip to pull her toward him on each stroke rather than just pushing forward himself.
The effect was immediate.
Papap. Papap. Papap.
"Oh," she said. "Oh that’s. Liam. Oh."
Her boobs swung freely with every stroke now, nothing holding them, the full weight of them moving with the rhythm, her standing leg beginning to tremble from the effort of holding position while her body was fully occupied doing something else.
Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap.
"Liam," she said. "I’m. Haa. I’m going to."
He pulled her ass toward him harder on the next stroke.
"Oh," she said. The word arrived completely stripped of anything extra.
Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap.
She came standing up, her grip on his shoulder the only thing keeping her upright, her whole body shaking, the sound of it going up into the ceiling. He came with her, his hands tightening on her ass, everything releasing at once.
He let her down slowly.
She went onto the mat.
She lay there on her back, completely done, her hair spread across the mat around her head, her chest pulling in deep slow breaths, her skin flushed red from her face all the way down her chest and stomach.
One arm stretched above her head. The other lay flat beside her. Her legs had stopped trying to be in any particular arrangement and were simply wherever they had ended up.
Her boobs rose and fell with each breath, still flushed, moving gently with the effort of breathing.
Liam stood above her and looked at the full picture of her on the mat below him.
She opened one eye.
Then the other.
She looked at him below the waist.
"No way," she said, staring at him. "You’re still hard after all of that. What the hell are you made of."
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