Chapter 110: Soft Night (part 1)
The music kept playing.
Grace swayed slowly in Liam’s arms, her head resting lightly against his chest. The earlier excitement from the car had settled into something quieter and warmer.
She still hummed under her breath, soft and almost shy. Every few moments she would lift her face, glance at him quickly, then hide against his chest again as if the eye contact itself was too much.
Her fingers stayed curled lightly in the back of his shirt. She didn’t speak. She simply stayed close, breathing him in, her body soft and yielding against his.
After a while Liam slowed the gentle movement and tilted her chin up with two fingers. Grace’s eyes widened slightly. Before she could look away, he leaned down and kissed her.
The kiss was slow and deliberate. Grace made a small, startled sound against his mouth. Her hands tightened in his shirt, but she didn’t pull back.
When Liam deepened the kiss, she trembled and leaned into him, shy and completely pliant. He kept one hand on the small of her back and the other cupping her face, controlling the pace entirely.
Her lips were soft and warm. Every time he tilted his head and kissed her deeper, a quiet, shaky breath escaped her.
When he finally drew back, Grace’s cheeks were flushed and her breathing had changed. She looked down, unable to hold his gaze for long, her fingers still twisted in his shirt.
Liam took her hand and led her toward the bedroom without a word.
Inside the softly lit room, Grace stood near the bed looking uncertain and nervous. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her eyes flickering up to his face and then away again.
Liam stepped close, brushed her hair behind her ear, and kissed her once more slower this time, longer. While he kissed her, his hands moved to the zipper at the back of her blouse and drew it down.
Grace shivered as the fabric loosened. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Her simple lace bra followed. Liam unclasped it carefully and drew it away.
Grace immediately moved to cover her breasts with her arms, cheeks burning with shyness. Liam gently caught her wrists and guided her arms back down to her sides.
He didn’t speak. He simply looked at her until she stopped trying to hide.
Then he lowered his head and took one soft breast into his mouth.
Grace gasped. Her hands flew to his shoulders as he sucked slowly, deliberately, tongue circling her nipple before he pulled it deeper into his mouth.
He spent a long time there, alternating between gentle suction and soft flicks of his tongue, feeling the nipple tighten fully against his lips. When he finally released it, the skin was wet and flushed.
He moved to the other breast and gave it the same patient attention, sucking until Grace’s breathing turned uneven and involuntary sounds kept escaping her throat.
Only when both nipples were glistening and tight did Liam guide her down onto the bed. He removed the rest of her clothes slowly, giving her time to feel every moment.
The skirt slid down her legs. The matching lace panties followed. When she was completely bare, she tried once more to cover the soft hair between her thighs. Liam kissed the inside of her wrist and moved her hands away again.
He settled beside her and let his hand trail down her stomach.
Grace tensed when his fingers reached the soft curls between her legs. Liam kissed her shoulder and stroked her outer folds slowly, patiently, until the nervous stiffness in her thighs began to ease.
He slipped one finger between them and found her already warm and slick. He rubbed her clit in small, careful circles, watching every flicker of expression on her shy face.
Grace turned her head into the pillow, eyes closed, lips parted. Soft, breathless sounds left her with every slow circle of his finger. Her hips twitched despite her shyness.
When he finally eased one finger inside her, her back arched slightly and a quiet moan slipped out.
He moved the finger in and out with deliberate slowness, curling it gently against her inner walls, while his thumb kept stroking her clit in those same patient circles.
He added a second finger after a while, stretching her carefully. Grace’s thighs trembled. Her hands gripped the sheets.
Liam kept the pace slow and steady, fingering her with long, deep strokes while he lowered his head again and sucked her breast once more.
The combination made her back arch higher. Soft, broken moans filled the quiet room as he worked her with both his mouth and his fingers, never rushing, never giving her more than she could take.
He kept her there for a long time slow fingering, patient sucking, the wet sound of his fingers moving inside her the only noise besides her shaky breathing until Grace was trembling and wet enough that her thighs glistened.
Her eyes were full of shyness. Her lips stayed parted. She still couldn’t look at him directly, but her body had gone soft and open under his hands.
Only then did Liam move fully between her legs.
He activated Flesh Sculpting for a brief moment, felt the option to grow, then deliberately kept himself at his normal size. She was too soft, too fragile for anything more tonight.
He pushed into her carefully.
Grace’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he filled her inch by inch.
She was tight and warm, her inner walls fluttering around him as she adjusted. Liam stayed still once he was fully inside, giving her time, brushing soft kisses along her jaw and temple until her breathing steadied and her fingers relaxed slightly on his skin.
Then he began to move.
The thrusts were deep and measured. Grace clung to him, face turned into his neck, soft sounds escaping her with every slow stroke. He kept the rhythm gentle but steady, letting her feel every movement.
Her shy moans grew a little fuller when he lowered his head and sucked her breast again while he continued fucking her with those same careful, deep thrusts. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
Her legs slowly came up around his waist. She still couldn’t hold his gaze for long, but her body kept rising to meet him, soft and completely given over to the pace he set.
He fucked her like that for a long time slow, deep, unhurried until Grace’s breathing turned into continuous soft moans and her nails began to dig lightly into his back.
Her orgasm built gradually. When it finally broke, it was quiet but full-body. She trembled hard beneath him, inner walls clenching and fluttering around his cock, a long shaky cry leaving her throat as she buried her face against his shoulder.
Liam held her through it, still moving in those same gentle strokes, drawing the pleasure out until she was left soft and panting under him.
He did not finish yet.
Instead he slowed even further, almost stopping, and kissed her deeply while she recovered. Grace’s eyes fluttered open, still dazed and shy.
She looked at him for a brief second before hiding her face against his neck again, her body still gently pulsing around him.
Liam brushed her hair back and kept himself buried inside her, still deep.