Lost and Found

Though it wasn’t yet ten in the morning, the air inside the house felt stifling. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I tightened my ponytail, keeping my hair off my neck.

My parents and I stood in the living room, and Mom waved a hand in front of her face, her fair skin flushed. Dad picked up their large suitcase, then turned to me. “Make sure you give the air conditioning a break while we’re gone, Molly,” he warned. “We don’t want it going on the fritz during this heatwave.”

I nodded even as Mom gave me a sympathetic look. She and Dad were taking a trip to a resort to celebrate their anniversary, and that resort had a huge pool. “We let Liam know we’ll be gone for the weekend, and he said that if you need anything at all, you can give him a call,” Mom told me.

I struggled not to roll my eyes. Here I was, home from my first year of college, and Mom was asking my dad’s friend and colleague to look out for me while I spent a weekend alone.

“I’ll be just fine,” I assured her while ushering my parents toward the door. “Have a great time at the resort!”

As soon as their car pulled out of our driveway and I had a chance to lock the door, I stripped out of my tank top and shorts, then hurried to take off my bra and panties. I told myself I was going naked in order to be more comfortable during a heatwave, but I couldn’t deny that I was a little aroused as I drifted from room to room.

Having the house to myself, along with all the privacy that entailed, was unusual. My parents rarely traveled, so they were normally home when they weren’t working. Though I was nineteen, this was only the second weekend I’d ever spent on my own.

I decided on some cold cereal for breakfast, and while I sat at the table in my usual spot, I couldn’t help but grin, feeling the wooden chair against my bare bottom. Spreading my legs wide, I released a small moan of pleasure as air drifted between my thighs like a caress.

By the time I finished eating, the temperature was already steadily climbing outside, and the sunlight was relentless. I walked over to the kitchen window, which looked out onto the backyard. The leaves looked like they were wilting on the trees, and bugs lazily hovered over the grass, as if the heat had sapped all their energy.

I didn’t see anyone in a nearby yard, and the sense of isolation gave me the nerve to press my bare breasts against the cool window glass. My moans were louder now, and I closed my eyes, imagining how I looked with my rosy nipples pressed hard against the window.

That thought only heightened my excitement, and I quickly turned to head for my bedroom. In the full-length mirror, I examined my reflection with a critical eye. My dark blonde hair, pulled into a ponytail, draped down my back. Though I’d put on a bit of weight during my first year of college, my breasts were still C-cup sized. My hips had widened some, and as I turned to the side to study my profile, I thought my ass was curvier, but in a good way. I wasn’t very tall, and my body was already letting me know that I’d have to be careful about what I ate if I didn’t want to put on more pounds.

The dark triangle of hair between my thighs was closely trimmed. My college roommate, Cassie, had urged me to get waxed down there, but I refused. It wasn’t so much the pain of a wax that made me hesitate, but more the thought of exposing myself so completely to a stranger. I tried shaving once and swore it off for good. Now, in this heat, I was thankful I didn’t have to deal with stubble causing skin irritation.

Still staring at my reflection, I gathered my breasts in my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Then I pushed them together, studying my cleavage while my nipples grew harder. I’d seen guys looking at my breasts, and when I’d lost my virginity during the first semester of college, my then-boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off of them. Of course, I didn’t mind, but his fascination with my breasts had made me giggle. “Some are leg guys, some are ass guys, but I’m a boob guy,” he’d confessed with a grin.

Seemingly out of nowhere, my thoughts turned to Liam, my dad’s friend, and I found myself wondering what kind of guy he was. That train of thought brought a fierce blush to my cheeks. It was one thing to walk around the house naked, but it was another thing to think about Liam while doing it.

Liam and Dad worked at the same company, and they’d been friends since I could remember. They were both in their mid-forties, but I thought Liam looked younger. He’d recently divorced, and since Mom and Dad had never been crazy about his ex-wife, calling her snooty, my parents weren’t exactly heartbroken when she’d left town soon after the divorce papers were signed.

Liam did seem heartbroken, though. He and his ex-wife didn’t have children, and I wondered how he was spending his time now that he was single. Maybe he was dating again, I thought, but Dad hadn’t mentioned anything about a new girlfriend.

I couldn’t imagine that Liam would be single for long. He was tall and dark-haired, with kind blue eyes and a sweet smile. And he had a cleft chin that would drive any woman wild. I thought about his strong runner’s body, and I couldn’t stop myself from slipping a hand between my thighs.

Even as I teased my clit, drawing circles all around it with my fingertip, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. It was wrong to think about Liam like this, to get wet and horny while fantasizing about his body.

But no one would ever know what I was thinking, and what I was doing, I told myself. This weekend, I was free to explore my desires.

Though I didn’t date much, my sex drive had been through the roof recently, so I’d invested in some toys. Cassie had persuaded me to buy a wand vibrator, and the first time I’d used it, I had come so hard that I was pretty sure I squirted a little. It felt like absolute bliss when I used it to massage and stimulate my clit.

Then I moved on to a modestly sized dildo. While clitoral orgasms were easy for me to have, vaginal orgasms remained elusive. I enjoyed the dildo but always reverted back to the vibrator in order to reach climax.

But now I had some new toys. I had ordered them online just last week, and they’d arrived in discreet packaging. Though I was eager to try them out, I’d made myself wait until my parents left town.

Now I reached into my bedside table drawer and withdrew a small, soft drawstring bag. Opening it up, I took out a pair of metal balls. They were solid and made of stainless steel, and I could feel their weight as I held them in my palm. Just the sight of them made a throb of anticipation begin deep inside me.

I hurried to the bathroom and washed them with soap and water, wanting to ensure they were perfectly clean. Then I returned to my room, retrieving a bottle of lube from the back of my drawer. Thank goodness Mom respected my privacy and didn’t snoop, because I had no idea how she’d react to finding my stash of sex toys.

After I climbed onto my bed, I lay on my back and took a deep breath. My skin was hot, but it wasn’t only from the heat seeping into the house. I was shaking a little as I squirted lube onto the metal balls, getting them nice and slick.

With my knees bent and my thighs open wide, I worked the first one inside me. A low moan escaped my lips as my body readily accepted it, and I didn’t hesitate to slip the second one in as well.

For a moment I was completely still, getting used to the sensation of the weighted balls filling me. I hadn’t chosen the smallest size available, and I wondered if I would have any trouble holding the balls inside if I stood.

Easing off the bed, I released a soft whimper of pleasure. Oh yes, I could definitely feel my muscles clenching around my new toys! Still, when I was on my feet, I didn’t have to struggle to keep them in me. I figured it meant that my vaginal muscles were strong.

By now, I’d worked myself into a near frenzy of arousal, and I wanted to orgasm more than anything. I’d read that I wasn’t supposed to leave the balls inserted for long periods of time, so I wanted to make the most of them right now.

Grabbing my wand vibrator, I turned it on and grew even wetter when I heard its familiar hum. Normally its loud motor made me afraid someone might overhear me using it, so I kept it under the covers to muffle the sound when I masturbated. Today, however, I could be as loud as I wanted.

Placing a foot on the edge of the bed so my legs were spread wide, I brought the wand to my clit and applied gentle pressure at first. My whimpers became cries, and I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I was dripping sweat now; my face and neck, and even my breasts, were red. I thought of those balls nestled inside me, and I turned the vibrator up to a higher speed.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted with my head thrown back and my lips parted as I panted. I could already feel my clit growing super sensitive, and when my thighs began shaking, I knew I was close.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I imagined Liam seeing me this way, so wet and excited, my slick folds swollen with arousal. I imagined him standing in my doorway, his eyes filled with lust as he licked his lips and stroked his hard cock through his pants.

“Yes!” I cried helplessly, and my entire body shuddered with the need to come. “Fuck me, Liam!”

Simply uttering the words was enough to push me over the edge. As fierce contractions rippled through my core, my muscles clenched around the metal balls again and again and again, intensifying my orgasm. I had to bite back a scream as I slumped against the bed, no longer trusting my legs to hold me upright. Still I kept the vibrator firmly against me, punishing my tender clit until another spasm seized me.

When I finally couldn’t take any more, I sprawled out on the bed, breathing hard. My clit was still pulsing, and aftershocks from the powerful orgasm made me tremble.

“Oh God, that was amazing!” I murmured. Yet I didn’t let myself think about the fantasy that had brought on that earth-shattering climax. I pushed the vision of Liam from my mind entirely, not wanting my guilt to ruin the post-orgasmic bliss I felt.

Once my breathing had returned to normal, I decided to take a shower in an effort to cool down. Keeping the water temperature tepid, I stood beneath the spray, feeling relaxed and drowsy after coming so hard. Maybe I could manage to take a nap later; there wasn’t much else to do in this heat.

As I washed between my thighs, I couldn’t help but gasp when my fingers grazed my clit, which was still exquisitely sensitive. Though I knew I’d have to remove the weights soon, I was already imagining myself inserting them just before I left the house next time. A sly smile danced on my lips when I thought of walking around town with a naughty little secret held inside me.

After I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, I spread my legs wide. Then I bore down with my lower muscles, the way I’d read that I needed to in order to remove the balls.

The first one slipped out of me easily, and I placed it on the edge of the sink before working to remove the second one.

But the second one remained firmly in place, tucked deep inside me.

My eyes widened in alarm, and I pushed down harder as I slipped a finger inside, desperately searching for the second ball.

While I could still feel its weight within me, I couldn’t reach it with my finger, and the ball was not budging.

“Oh no,” I whispered. “Oh no, oh no, oh no.”

After quickly washing my hands, I raced out of the bathroom, still naked and with my towel wrapped around my wet hair. Picking up my phone with shaking hands, I did an online search for the solution to my problem.

I tried every single one. With my pulse racing and a fresh layer of sweat breaking out on my skin, I continued trying to bear down. Then I worked more lube inside myself. And then in absolute desperation, I jumped up and down on the couch in a futile attempt to jar the ball loose.

Swearing under my breath, I paced around the house, praying my frantic movements would work the weighted toy free.

When all my efforts failed, tears of panic sprang to my eyes. My father had been worried about me breaking the air conditioning while he and Mom were gone, but what the hell would he think if I ended up in the ER because I needed to have a sex toy removed from my vagina?

The mere thought of my parents finding out about this sent a shudder of horror through me.

Drawing in a shaky breath, I dressed in shorts and a silky camisole, skipping a bra altogether. After pulling my hair back, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of ice-cold water. As I gulped it down, I wracked my brain for a solution to my problem that wouldn’t traumatize me for life.

If only I had longer fingers, I told myself, I’d be able to reach inside and pull the ball out with no problem. I berated myself for not buying the balls that had a string attaching them.

Trying to maintain a shred of hope, I resolved to eat lunch and then keep walking around the house, hoping the movement of my muscles would coax the object out. Maybe my nerves were causing my muscles to stay contracted, and I just needed to relax.

The day lengthened, and the temperature grew hotter. I sweated from the heat, and from my own panic. What had started out as a wonderful weekend to myself had turned into a nightmare.

As twilight descended and a summer storm moved over our area, bringing an earlier dark, I allowed myself a quick cry. Then I wiped the tears from my cheeks and faced reality: I was going to need help. I could either go to the ER, or I could call someone I trusted. Someone with long fingers. There was only one person I could think of who fit that description.

Liam.

When I imagined calling him and explaining what was wrong, I felt the color drain from my face, and I remained frozen in mortification. Yes, he’d offered to help if I needed anything while my parents were gone, but I was absolutely certain this wasn’t what he had in mind.

Still, I knew he’d keep my secret. I might never be able to look him in the eyes again afterward, but he wouldn’t tell my parents, even if he refused to help me. Liam had always been kind and supportive, giving me praise when it seemed hard for my taciturn father to do so.

Just as I finally worked up the nerve to call Liam, a fierce gust of wind blew around the house. Thunder clapped overhead.

Then the power went out.

“Dammit!” I hissed, hurrying to grab a flashlight. It was almost completely dark outside by that point, and a steady rain began to fall, tapping at the windows.

I lit several candles, giving the living room a soft glow. Then I gathered up every bit of courage I had, and I called Liam, silently pleading for him to be home and not out on a date.

Liam answered quickly. “Hey, Molly, everything okay?” he asked. “Did you lose power over there?”

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, not trusting my voice. “Yeah, but that’s not why I’m calling,” I said weakly.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, and I could hear the concern edging his words.

“Well, kind of,” I said, and I wondered if he could tell I was close to crying. “Liam, I need your help. I know it’s raining, and I’m so sorry to ask you this, but I need you to come over.”

He didn’t even hesitate before replying. “Absolutely, sweetheart. I can be over there in just a few minutes. But I want to know if you’re safe right now. Are you hurt?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. His kindness was going to make me dissolve into tears. “No, I’m not hurt,” I tried to assure him, but my shaky voice didn’t sound convincing.

“I’ll be right there. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“No, that’s okay. Just be careful driving over here,” I told him. “And thank you so much, Liam.”

Once I ended the call, I tossed my phone aside and hurried to the bathroom, making one last effort to take care of the problem myself. Then I let out a defeated cry.

After what seemed like an eternity and just a few brief moments, Liam knocked on the front door, and I hurried to answer it.

It was still raining, and the heat and humidity hit me with an almost palpable force when I opened the door. Liam hurried inside, never looking away from me. It was as if he was inspecting me for any kind of injury.

He wore a t-shirt and shorts, along with a pair of running shoes. His dark hair was mussed and damp from the rain. I felt horrible for dragging him out of his house on a night like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when we were standing in the living room. The candlelight didn’t chase away the worried shadows from his face.

My knees were quaking with nervousness, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to speak in a steady voice. I couldn’t meet his stare; instead, I looked down at the floor. “I need to ask you for a favor, Liam, and even if you don’t feel like you can help me, I hope you will never tell my parents about this.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Molly, are you in some kind of trouble?” he asked gently.

I shook my head, then drew in a lungful of air. As humiliated as I was, I was determined to confess everything quickly so as not to waste his time. “After my parents left today, I, um, I inserted two of those weighted metal balls into my…” My voice failed me entirely for an agonizing moment. “Into my vagina,” I finally managed.

I forced myself to look up at Liam. His brow was furrowed in confusion, and he stared at me expectantly, waiting for me to go on.

“You know what I’m talking about, right?” I asked, squirming under his gaze. “Those balls with weights that women insert–”

“Um, yes, I know what those are, Molly,” he said, looking offended that I thought he might not. “So you put two of them inside you, and…”

“And now I can’t get one of them out,” I blurted. As understanding dawned on his face, I rushed on. “I’ve tried everything. Everything! I’ve pushed down and I’ve run around the house. I even jumped on the couch, for God’s sake. It. Will. Not. Come. Out. And my fingers aren’t long enough to reach it, so…”

I heard his sharp intake of breath. “So you want me to try to retrieve it for you.”

I couldn’t help but cringe in embarrassment for both of us. “Believe me, I would never ask you to do this if I had any other choice. I feel absolutely humiliated, and I’m so ashamed…” My lips started quivering. Don’t cry, I told myself. Don’t you dare cry, Molly.

Of course, I broke down sobbing.

“Hey,” Liam said gently. “Hey, Molly, it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” He drew me into his arms, and despite my distress, I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled. Like he’d had a shower but then grown hot again so that a clean sweat formed on his skin. His scent was distinctively masculine, and breathing him in seemed to soothe me. “These things happen,” Liam went on. “I once had to help my wife–ex-wife,” he quickly corrected himself. “I had to help her remove a tampon that seemed to be stuck inside her.”

I pulled away and stared up at him with wide eyes before wrinkling my nose. “Now that’s true love,” I said, then immediately regretted my words.

Liam smiled faintly and looked away. “It certainly was, at one time, anyway.”

An awkward silence fell between us, and I struggled for something to say, but before I could think of anything, Liam drew back his shoulders and set his jaw in a determined line. “So,” he began, clasping his hands together, “we’re going to handle this like the adults we are, Molly. How long has this object been inside you?”

“Since late morning,” I said.

Liam nodded. “I’m glad you called me. You don’t want to leave any foreign object inserted for long, and you also don’t need to pay for a visit to the ER when I can probably take care of this easily for you.”

Sheer relief caused me to throw my arms around him. “Thank you so much!” I said as Liam hugged me back. “I was afraid to wait much longer, because I read that you shouldn’t leave these things in all day.”

He gave me another one of his reassuring smiles, and though we hadn’t solved my problem just yet, I could feel the tension seeping from my muscles. “I think the best place to try this is in your bedroom, with you lying down, if that’s okay with you,” Liam said, and I quickly nodded.

Liam took off his shoes near the front door, and then we set about carrying the lit candles to my room to provide some illumination. As he went to place a candle on my bedside table, I saw that I’d forgotten to put away the vibrator and lube. “Sorry!” I shrieked, hurrying to put the vibrator in the drawer. “I’ve been out of my mind worrying, and I didn’t realize I’d left that out in the open.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice, though I was too embarrassed to look at him. “And you can leave the lube out. We’ll need it.”

An involuntary shiver coursed through me at his words. I was suddenly aware of just how close he stood to me, and how much of myself I was about to reveal to him.

“I’ll go wash my hands,” Liam said, “and while I’m doing that, go ahead and get undressed from the waist down. Then lie on the bed and try to relax. Take some deep breaths, okay?”

“Okay,” I murmured, but before he left the room, I said his name, and he looked at me expectantly. “Maybe you should have been a doctor,” I told him. “You have a great bedside manner.”

Liam laughed at that. “It helps to have such a lovely patient,” he replied.

Once I was alone, I pulled off my shorts and underwear, then climbed onto the bed. I was so nervous that my teeth were chattering, but I still tried to follow Liam’s advice and take several calming breaths. I found myself thankful that the power was out; even in the dim candlelight, I felt incredibly exposed.

Though I’d been giving the air conditioning a rest, just as I’d promised my father I would, now that the power was out and the unit wasn’t running at all, I felt uncomfortably hot despite my semi-naked state.

Liam returned to my room, and he hesitated only briefly when he saw me lying on the bed. I knew this wasn’t easy for him, either, and a wave of gratitude welled up within me.

Silently he approached me, then sat on the edge of the bed. I tried to stay relaxed as he placed his hands on my hips. “I’m just going to angle your body this way,” he said softly, gently pulling me toward him. Then he grasped my left leg and hooked it around his right side.

I watched as he retrieved the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. It took all my effort not to hyperventilate, but I forced myself to keep calm. It was the least I could do for him during this horribly awkward situation.

Liam’s eyes met mine. It was hard for me to read the emotion in his expression, but I figured that might be a good thing. “Let me know if anything I do hurts you, Molly,” he said. “I know you might be a little tender from trying to remove it yourself, but what I’m doing shouldn’t cause you pain, okay?”

I nodded quickly, and as he moved my right thigh a little farther outward, I looked down and realized my nipples were hard beneath my camisole. Another thing to be embarrassed about, I thought with an inward cringe.

I also noticed that Liam was breathing a little faster. “I’m going to slide a finger inside you,” he told me. “I might need to use two, but let me know how one feels first.”

“Okay,” I said, fighting the urge to close my eyes.

His touch was gentle at my entrance, and his lubed finger slid into me effortlessly. “How does that feel?” he asked in a low voice.

“Good,” I breathed, then quickly added, “I mean, it’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

Liam’s finger moved farther inside. “Ah, yes, I feel it,” he told me. “It was probably just out of your reach.”

“Oh, thank God!” I cried.

He leaned forward, closer to me, his finger probing my most intimate place. “Almost had it,” he said, then grinned. “This is trickier to get hold of than a tampon.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “If it’s okay,” he went on, “I’m going to insert another finger, and I want you to bear down with your muscles for me.”

I hurriedly nodded, willing to do anything he asked of me.

Once Liam had two fingers deep inside me, I pushed down, praying that the ball would move into his grasp.

It was then that he curled those two fingers, and my eyes grew wide. Something about the position of his fingers, and the way they were moving inside me, along with the pressure from the weighted ball, made my legs begin quaking.

“Oh!” I moaned, struggling not to writhe on the bed.

Liam froze. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, his face etched with worry.

I shook my head. “No!” My voice quaked as I drew out the word. “It’s just the way you feel inside me, I’m…” My face grew hot with yet another fierce blush, for I knew what was about to happen, and I didn’t think there was any way to stop it.

“I’ve almost got it,” he tried to assure me. “I have my fingers around it now!”

I couldn’t answer him as my body succumbed to a fierce orgasm. Even as my back arched off the bed, Liam managed to keep his fingers inside me.

“Oh my God!” I wailed, shaking as the spasms began. I was certain he could feel me coming hard around his fingers. His groan sounded distant to my ears while I was powerless in the grip of my climax.

The orgasm seemed to go on forever even as I willed it to end. What would Liam think of me now that he’d seen and heard me come from his touch?

Finally I settled back on the bed, still trembling. “I’m sorry,” I apologized for what felt like the millionth time.

“Baby, you don’t need to be sorry for that,” Liam said in a husky voice that sounded like a stranger’s. Our eyes locked, and I suddenly recalled the fantasy I’d had about him earlier that day. With his fingers inside me, and with my body still pulsing from my bliss, I realized that I wanted Liam more than anything.

My gaze lowered, and I could clearly see the outline of his erection through his shorts. The sight made me release a helpless whimper.

Liam’s stare followed mine, and he let out a sigh. “Now I feel like I should apologize. I’m sorry, Molly. It’s a response I can’t really control, not when we’re like this…”

“Don’t be sorry!” I hurriedly told him. “I love that you’re excited, Liam.”

Liam’s head snapped up, and his eyes widened. I expected him to chastise me for what I’d just said. Instead, he moved his fingers inside me once more. “I’ve got hold of it again,” he told me. “Just relax, sweetheart.”

I had to suppress a shiver as he slowly withdrew the metal ball from me. We couldn’t contain our relieved laughter while he held the object up to the candlelight. “This has some weight to it,” Liam said. “But then again, I felt how strong your muscles are when you were gripping my fingers.”

I blushed but remained still on the bed, with one leg draped around him and my vulva on full display. It was only when Liam started to move that I reached for him.

“Molly,” he said in a strained voice. “Please, for the love of God, let me go into the bathroom and take care of this erection before I do something we’ll both regret.”

I shook my head, not loosening my hold on him. “I won’t regret it. How could I possibly regret it, Liam?”

“Because you’re nineteen, and I’m forty-six. Because your father is a good friend of mine. Because right now, you feel vulnerable and exposed, and you just came while my fingers were inside you.” His voice was calm and even, not betraying any of his desire. Yet his hand strayed to his crotch, and he slowly stroked himself through his shorts. “I would be taking advantage of you, and I refuse to do that.”

“Didn’t you say that we should act like the adults we are?” I reminded him, my hand resting on his thigh. My fingers trembled with the urge to feel just how hard he was for me. “Today when I was lying on this bed masturbating, I was fantasizing about you.” My confession elicited a helpless groan from him. “Thinking about you made me come so hard. And now I need you inside me.” He started to shake his head, but I hurried on. “Can’t we just have one night together? Before I head back to college and you meet some gorgeous woman who recognizes what an amazing man you are?”

Liam gave me a tender smile. Then he dared to stroke my cheek. “Molly, I have only so much strength,” he said. “I need to go while I still have a shred of willpower left.”

I knew he wouldn’t push me away, so I kept my leg hooked around him as I sat up, effectively holding him in place. Then I moved onto his lap, slipping my arms around his neck.

The storm raged outside, and flashes of lightning competed with the candles’ gleam in my room. “You need to stay here,” I murmured. “I don’t want you driving in this kind of weather.”

Then I pressed my lips to his, so gentle and chaste at first. So softly that his first impulse wouldn’t be to resist, but to give in, to want more, just as I did.

I felt his hands resting on my hips as our kiss slowly deepened. When I opened my mouth to him and eagerly accepted his tongue between my lips, Liam’s hands slid under my camisole.

I began writhing in his lap, unable to contain my excitement, and from the sounds he was making, I knew my movements were only getting him harder.

Liam cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. I moaned into his mouth, thrilled that he was no longer fighting what we both wanted.

I broke the kiss to pull the camisole over my head and take my hair down from the ponytail. Liam’s stare was fixed on my bare breasts. “They’re more gorgeous than I imagined,” he breathed.

I grinned. “You’ve imagined them?”

Slowly he tore his gaze away from them and cocked an eyebrow at me. “When you answer the door wearing a camisole and no bra? Oh yeah, I’m gonna imagine them.”

“So you’re a boob man,” I said, but Liam shook his head.

“Nope, I’m a man who finds every part of you sexy, Molly.”

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again, our tongues meeting as our breathing grew faster. Then he moved his lips lower, brushing them against my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to thrust out my breasts, offering them up to his mouth.

He began kissing and sucking them with utter abandon. My cries filled the room while he drew my nipple between his lips, lashing that erect peak with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair, listening to his contented moans, before I pulled impatiently at his shirt.

Liam obliged me by tugging it over his head and tossing it aside. I slid my hands over his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent once more. He was sweating in this heat, just as I was. When my hands moved lower, a grin pulled at my lips, and I heard his gasp as I stroked his erection.

“Get undressed and get into bed with me,” I murmured.

He didn’t hesitate to do what I said, and when our eyes met, I was taken aback by the longing I saw in his face. He’d been so controlled, so… appropriate before, even with his fingers inside me. But now? Now he was lost to his lust, the way I wanted him to be.

I stood and threw back the covers so they wouldn’t be in the way, but before I could climb back onto the bed, I felt Liam’s arms slip around my waist. His mouth was hungry at my neck, and his erection was insistently prodding me.

I turned to face him, taking in the sight of his body in the dim light. Planting gentle kisses on his chest, I ran my hands over his skin, then moved my mouth lower, sliding my tongue over his stomach. I heard his breathing quicken even more as I sank to my knees.

His beautiful cock loomed out toward me so invitingly. A single drop of pre-cum rested on the tip, and I eagerly licked it away. Liam moaned my name, and I gently stroked him, feeling the veiny length of his erection beneath my fingers.

While he brushed my hair back from my face, I massaged his frenulum with my thumb, then lifted his cock and brought my lips to his sack, inhaling his musky scent. A shiver went through him as I licked his balls, drawing first the left, and then the right, gently between my lips.

Looking up at him, I smiled, loving the pleasure I saw on his face. He didn’t seem to take for granted anything I chose to do. No, it was as if he considered every touch, every stroke and kiss, a gift, and I wondered how long he had gone without this even while married.

It made me want to make him feel incredible, and though I delighted in driving him wild, I didn’t spend a lot of time teasing the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. My own eagerness made me take it in my mouth and suck as I worked my tongue along that sensitive underside.

“Molly, oh baby!” he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening ever so slightly. His excitement only served to heighten mine, and soon I was sucking him with hollowed cheeks, my mouth moving lower but not far enough to make me gag on his length. With one hand, I gently squeezed the base of his cock, and with the other, I fondled his balls.

I felt him grow even harder between my lips, and his balls tightened. He was close, so close, and I wanted nothing more than to make him come.

But Liam released a low growl and eased me back, despite my whimper of protest. “Not just yet, sweetheart,” he said. Before I could respond, he lifted me to my feet and gave me a fierce kiss, then guided me to the bed.

As we lay together, his mouth and hands were all over me, moving lower. “Want me to get that vibrator?” he murmured, looking up at me with a grin. “I’ll be happy to use it on you, but in all honesty, I’d rather make you come with my mouth.”

His words made me mewl with need, and I readily spread my thighs for him. He gently massaged my opening with a fingertip. “Are you sore at all?” he asked.

I shook my head, then smiled. “In fact, I’d never had a vaginal orgasm until tonight, when your fingers were inside me.”

Liam raised his eyebrows, but there was no mistaking his pleased expression. “Wow,” he said. “I will definitely be working to master that technique!”

My giggles quickly dissolved into moans as his finger moved upward, and he teased my clit with the lightest touch. I writhed on the bed, unable to hide how much I craved him. Yet he tantalized me with his warm breath against my wet folds, and with his kisses on my inner thighs.

“Please!” I finally begged.

“Anything for my sweet girl,” he whispered, then flicked his tongue over my clit. When that made me buck my hips, Liam grabbed hold of me, keeping me in place while he pleasured me with his mouth.

“Liam!” I cried, unable to resist the urge to bury my fingers in his hair and press his mouth harder against me. I sat up a little, watching and hearing him licking and sucking at that ultra-sensitive nub. Just when I began to shake, giving him a sign that I was close, he backed away and went about suckling my inner lips, intensifying my need until I was ready to scream.

Then he resumed licking my clit, bringing me right to the edge, again and again. That bliss, mingled with a kind of sweet agony, seemed to go on forever, and I was so weak with longing, I had to collapse back against the bed.

It was then that Liam circled his lips around my clit, flicking his tongue over it with a speed that stole my breath. Immediately I began orgasming, my cries bordering on screams, and the force of my climax pulled me so taut that I sat up, gripping Liam’s hair and wildly grinding against his mouth.

I was shuddering, feeling totally out of control of my body, when he finally lifted his head from between my thighs. His kisses were feather-light as he worked his way back up to my mouth. I clung to him, shivering despite the heat.

Liam held me close as we shared a deep kiss, and when we slowly drew apart, something I saw in his eyes made my entire being ache for him. “I want you to look at me, just like that, when you make love to me,” I whispered.

He brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them before easing himself on top of me. Even after I wrapped my legs around him, he whispered in my ear, “Baby, I don’t have a condom. I certainly wasn’t expecting this tonight.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whispered back. I’d always used condoms with the few partners I’d had, but the pill helped keep my periods regular.

“I know you said you’re not sore, but I’m going to take it nice and slow,” Liam said. Looking down between us, he positioned himself at my opening, then entered me, sinking inside inch by inch until we were both shaking.

“You’re teasing me!” I wailed, clenching my muscles around him and making him gasp.

“Now who’s teasing?” he said, then pushed all the way inside.

I couldn’t help but stare up at him in wonder as our bodies joined. The man whom I’d fantasized about, who had been as tender as a lover while reaching so deep inside me, was now taking me.

I slid my hands down his back, loving the way his muscles moved beneath his skin with each gentle thrust he made. Just as I’d asked him to, Liam gazed down at me, his eyes filled with heat and lust, and with a deep affection for me as well.

While he braced himself on his hands, I was able to lift my hips and match his rhythm. “My God, you feel amazing!” he groaned. I smiled at his praise, then slid my palms lower so I could grip his firm ass and pull him in even deeper.

Liam grinned at my blatant need. My breaths, and my moans, were coming faster now, and when he lowered his head to kiss me, I felt the shadow of yet another orgasm building deep in my core.

Liam began rocking and circling his hips, and his cock exerted a gentle pressure on that sensitive place inside me, the same one his curled fingers had stimulated before.

“Yes, yes! Just like that!” I cried.

Droplets of his sweat struck my skin as he moved between my thighs, expertly knowing what was needed to make me orgasm. Trembling fiercely beneath him, I averted my stare, feeling vulnerable as I was about to come.

“Look at me,” Liam demanded. Immediately I obeyed, panting as our eyes locked. “Don’t close your eyes, don’t turn away,” he said in a softer voice, though he was breathing hard, too. “I want to see your face when you come.”

His words, and the tenderness in his eyes, immediately brought forth my climax. I released a helpless cry, never looking away from him. His thrusts grew more fervent, and I knew he was desperate for his own orgasm.

“You’re beautiful, Molly,” he whispered, holding my stare. “Watching you come, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

A powerful spasm wracked my body, and now it was Liam who cried out as my contractions gripped his cock. “Oh God, yes!” he said in a guttural voice. He sounded so wild, so full of need.

“Come inside me!” I pleaded.

Liam tensed, his thrusts growing sporadic until he buried himself inside me all the way to the hilt. He came with a shout, and my eyes widened when I felt his semen striking my vaginal walls. That exquisite sensation set off yet another round of contractions deep within me.

Completely spent, Liam lay in my arms, giving me a quick kiss as he tried to catch his breath. Then he rested his head against my breast, and I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding. A feeling of peace settled over me as I kissed his hair. “I’m so happy that we had this night together, Liam,” I said. “I promise I’m not the clingy type. I won’t ask for anything else.”

“But what if I’m the clingy type?” he teased. Then his voice grew low and soft as he spoke again. “I know all the reasons I gave for why we shouldn’t do this–the age difference, and me being friends with your father–they’re legitimate reasons, Molly. But I’m still crazy about you.”

His words sent a surge of joy through me, and I couldn’t hide my delighted smile. “I’m crazy about you, too,” I confessed. “You and your magic fingers.”

Liam laughed, then reached for my hand. “If you want to give this a chance, we’ll find a way to make it work. I promise.”