Chapter 120: Finally!!!** [FIXED!]
The darkness of the hotel suite pressed in around them like a velvet curtain, thick with the lingering heat of what had just happened.
Liam lay motionless for several long seconds after Mrs. Harriet pulled away, his cock still throbbing violently against his stomach, slick with the mixture of his own precum and the ghost of her touch. His heart hammered so loudly he was certain she could hear it. The memory of her soft hand wrapped around him, stroking unconsciously, replayed in an endless loop behind his eyes.
She had started this. She had crossed the line first, even if she had retreated the moment awareness returned.
It wasn’t fair that only she could touch and then pretend nothing happened. The thought burned through him, hot and insistent. She had gripped his cock while murmuring her husband’s name, had pressed her breasts against his back and thrown her leg over him like she owned the right to explore. Now the air between them crackled with unfinished business. Liam’s shaft twitched, still painfully hard, still leaking steadily onto the sheets. He could feel every pulse of blood surging through it, every drop of precum sliding down the sensitive underside.
He decided. He had to make a move. Mrs. Harriet had done something he could never have predicted, and the same rules should apply to him. If she could reach for him in her sleep, he could reach for her while pretending the same. The justification settled into his bones like molten steel.
He turned slowly onto his other side, facing her now, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight. He didn’t touch her immediately. He simply lay there, listening.
Her breathing had changed. It was no longer the steady, even rhythm of deep sleep. Each inhale came a fraction too quickly, each exhale slightly shaky. She was awake.
Liam took a deliberate breath and released it in a long, sleepy-sounding sigh. Then, in one fluid motion, he shifted closer. His arm slid around her torso exactly as hers had done to him, pulling her back against his chest in a tight embrace. The heat of her body flooded through him instantly.
Her skin was fever-warm, and the moment their bodies connected, something unexpected happened.
His cock, still rigid and dripping, slipped perfectly between her soft thighs.
The sensation was devastating. Her inner thighs were like warm silk, smooth and yielding, and his shaft nestled right into the heated cleft between them. He nearly came on the spot. A guttural sound caught in his throat as the head of his cock pressed against the damp fabric of her underwear, the thin barrier doing nothing to hide how wet she already was.
Mrs. Harriet didn’t pull away. She didn’t gasp or shove him back. She remained perfectly still, but Liam felt the subtle tension in her muscles, the way her body seemed to mold itself more firmly against his.
Her breathing hitched, then steadied into something deliberately controlled. She was awake, fully aware, and she was letting this happen.
Liam kept his eyes closed, maintaining the illusion of sleep even as his hips gave the smallest, most careful thrust forward. His cock slid along the length of her slit, the head catching against the soaked fabric covering her entrance before gliding upward to brush her swollen clit. The contact made her body jerk once, a tiny involuntary movement she quickly suppressed.
His hand moved upward along her torso, fingers splaying wide as they found the curve of her breast. He cupped it gently at first, feeling the weight of it in his palm, then let his thumb brush across her nipple.
The peak was already stiff, pushing against the thin material of whatever she wore to bed. He circled it slowly, feeling it tighten further under his touch.
A soft, broken moan escaped Mrs. Harriet’s lips.
The sound was pure sex, low and throaty, vibrating through her chest and into his hand. It was the first real sound she had made since waking, and it confirmed everything. She was aroused beyond reason. Her nipple hardened into a tight bud beneath his fingers, and Liam pinched it gently, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Another moan followed, longer this time, and her hips shifted backward, pressing her ass more firmly against his pelvis.
His cock throbbed between her thighs, the shaft now thoroughly coated in a mixture of his precum and her pussy juice.
Every subtle movement sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the way her folds parted slightly around his girth even through the fabric barrier. Her juices were dripping now, soaking through her underwear and coating the head of his cock as it nestled right beneath her entrance.
Liam began to move his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It was dry humping in the truest sense, his cock sliding back and forth between her clenched thighs, the head catching and dragging across her clit with each forward thrust. The friction was exquisite, made even more intense by the knowledge that she was awake and participating. Her body responded to every movement, her hips rolling back to meet him, creating a perfect counter-rhythm.
His fingers continued their exploration of her breast, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh while his thumb worked her nipple in tight circles. He could feel her heart racing beneath his palm, the rapid flutter matching the frantic pulse of his own. Her breathing had grown ragged, each exhale punctuated by tiny, desperate sounds that she tried and failed to suppress.
“Mmm…” The moan slipped out of her again, longer and needier than before.
Liam’s cock jerked violently between her thighs at the sound. He pressed forward more firmly, grinding the head of his shaft directly against her clit, feeling it throb and swell beneath the soaked fabric. Her juices were flowing freely now, coating his entire length, making every slide smoother and wetter. The head of his cock caught at her entrance with each thrust, the thin barrier of her underwear the only thing preventing him from pushing inside.
Mrs. Harriet’s hand found his wrist, her fingers wrapping around it but not pulling him away. Instead, she held him there, pressing his palm more firmly against her breast. Her hips moved with more purpose now, rolling and grinding, using his cock like a toy designed specifically for her pleasure. Each time the head dragged across her clit, her entire body shuddered.
Liam kept his breathing deep and even, maintaining the pretense of sleep even as sweat beaded on his forehead. His cock was leaking constantly, adding to the mess between her thighs, creating a filthy, wet sound with every movement.
The head of his shaft was so sensitive now that each brush against her clit sent lightning bolts of pleasure through his entire body.
Mrs. Harriet’s moans grew more frequent, soft little gasps and whimpers that she pressed into the pillow. Her thighs clenched around his cock, squeezing it rhythmically as she chased her pleasure. Her nipple was rock-hard beneath his fingers, and he pinched it harder, twisting gently, drawing another broken moan from her throat.
The pace increased gradually. What had started as slow, careful grinding became more urgent, more desperate. Liam’s hips snapped forward with more force, his cock sliding between her soaked thighs with wet, obscene sounds. The head caught against her clit on every thrust, rubbing and pressing, driving her higher. Her juices coated his entire shaft now, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath them.
Mrs. Harriet’s body was trembling. Her breathing had become shallow pants, each exhale carrying the weight of her building orgasm.
Her hand tightened around his wrist, nails digging into his skin as she held him against her breast. Her hips moved frantically now, grinding back against him.
Liam could feel his own orgasm building, a tight coil of pressure at the base of his spine that threatened to snap at any moment. His cock throbbed violently between her thighs, the head swelling and pulsing as he fought to maintain control. Every slide of his shaft against her clit sent fresh waves of pleasure through both of them.
“Ahh… fuck…” The words escaped Mrs. Harriet in a breathless whisper, barely audible but unmistakable in their desperation.
Her body went rigid suddenly, every muscle locking as she was getting close to an orgasm. Her thighs clamped down around Liam’s cock like a vice, squeezing him rhythmically as waves of pleasure was building through her. Her nipple throbbed beneath his fingers, and her hips jerked in short, frantic movements as she rode out the climax.
But of course, with the way she was moving, there was one thing that was inevitable at this point in time which was what happened next.
Liam’s cock slipped past her panties, and the tip managed to get in, Mrs. Harriet stopped instantly, not taking it any further like she was contemplating what the consequences could be.
Liam was on the verge of it, and he was moving his hips slightly, making even a quarter of an inch slip inside her.
Liam wanted to shove it all in, but Mrs. Harriet thought otherwise, they hadn’t had sex technically so this meant the rebate system wouldn’t recognize it as such and before Liam could put any more inches in her.
Mrs. Harriet moved and Liam’s cock popped out in that moment but that wasn’t all, she got up from the bed and headed straight to the bathroom.