He lifted his head, his mouth and chin shine with my juices, his eyes bore into mine over downturned lips.
“Please.” I pleaded with him.
'f**k, Liam, just take me already. We've come this far.... i really want you... please don't leave me hanging'
I looked at him with pleading eyes, and finally he took pity on me, rising to his hands and knees, he crawled up along my body, so his c**k was once again brushing my p***y. My hand makes contact with the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss, unbothered by the taste of myself on his lips, because I wanted to know how his mouth would taste while coated with my juice.
“It’s okay,” I assure him when we part.
"Lily, we can stop, it's not too late" he muttered.
My only response is the feeling of the head of his c**k against my entrance
