Chapter 111: Soft Night (Part 2)
Liam stayed buried inside her.
Grace’s breathing was still uneven, her face hidden against the side of his neck.
Her arms and legs remained wrapped around him, holding on tightly.
Liam brushed his lips against her temple and began to move again the same slow, deep thrusts as before, unhurried and controlled. Each time he pushed back in, her soft walls clung to him, warm and slick from her first orgasm.
A quiet, broken moan left Grace’s throat. Her fingers tightened on his back. She was still extremely sensitive, and every careful stroke drew another shaky breath from her.
Liam kept the pace gentle, letting her feel every inch as he slid almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt. The wet sound of their joined bodies filled the quiet room.
He lowered his head and took one of her soft breasts into his mouth again.
Grace gasped. Her back arched as he sucked the nipple slowly, pulling it deep between his lips while his tongue circled and flicked.
He spent a long time on that single breast, sucking with patient hunger, before switching to the other and giving it the same thorough attention.
All the while his hips maintained those deep, measured thrusts. Grace’s shy moans grew wetter and more frequent. Her fingers slid into his hair, not quite pulling, just holding on as he sucked and fucked her at the same unhurried rhythm.
When both nipples were flushed and glistening, Liam slipped one hand between their bodies and found her swollen clit.
Grace’s whole body jerked.
"Ah...!"
He rubbed the sensitive bud in slow, slippery circles while he continued the deep strokes inside her.
The dual sensation made her tremble hard. Her moans turned higher, breathier, almost desperate.
She turned her face into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds, but Liam kissed along her jaw and kept rubbing her clit with steady, patient pressure.
Her pussy grew even wetter around him, the slick sounds becoming louder with every thrust and every circle of his fingers.
Grace came for the second time with a long, trembling cry.
Her walls clamped down around his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses, soaking him further as a rush of wetness spilled out around where they were joined.
Her thighs shook violently. Liam held her through every wave, still moving in those same slow thrusts, drawing the orgasm out until she was left soft, panting, and whimpering against his neck.
He was still hard inside her.
Grace’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and shiny. She looked at him for only a second before hiding her face again, completely overwhelmed. Her voice came out in a tiny, shaky whisper.
"I can’t... Liam, it’s too much..."
He kissed the top of her head and slowly pulled out of her.
A thick strand of her release connected them for a moment before breaking. Grace made a small sound of loss at the sudden emptiness.
Before she could recover, Liam gently turned her onto her side and settled behind her, spooning her smaller body against his chest.
He lifted her top leg, hooked it back over his hip, and guided his cock back into her dripping pussy from behind.
Grace’s breath caught hard as he sank into her again.
The new angle let him go even deeper. Liam wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her head, holding her securely as he began to thrust slow, deep strokes that rubbed firmly against her front wall.
Grace’s hand flew back to grip his thigh. Soft, continuous moans spilled from her lips with every movement. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her was obscene in the quiet room.
He kept the pace unhurried but relentless.
His hand slid up and cupped one of her soft breasts, squeezing gently while his thumb brushed the sensitive nipple in time with his hips.
When she was trembling again, he moved that hand lower between her legs and returned to her clit, rubbing it in those same slow, wet circles while he fucked her from behind. Grace was beyond shyness now.
Her moans had become open and helpless. Her body pushed back to meet each thrust even as soft, broken pleas left her mouth.
"Liam... I can’t... I’m going to—"
He didn’t stop.
He kept the gentle but constant rhythm until she came a third time harder than the previous two.
Her entire body shook in his arms. Her pussy spasmed tightly around him, another rush of wetness spilling out and coating his cock and balls as she cried out into the pillow. Liam held her firmly through the intense orgasm, still thrusting slowly, forcing her to feel every second of it until she was left limp and gasping.
Only then did he finally let himself go.
He buried himself as deep as he could and finished inside her with a low, controlled groan, flooding her with thick cum while Claim Protocol activated quietly.
Grace whimpered at the feeling of being filled, her walls still fluttering weakly around him, her body completely spent in his arms.
For a long time afterward he stayed inside her, holding her from behind. One hand gently stroked her stomach while the other brushed damp hair away from her face.
Grace’s fingers stayed wrapped around his forearm, clinging even in the heavy afterglow. Her breathing was still shaky. Soft, involuntary tremors still ran through her thighs.
The room was quiet except for their breathing and the faint music still drifting in from the living room.
Liam pressed a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder, then another to the side of her neck.
Grace turned her head slightly, just enough to look at him from the corner of her eye. Her expression was soft, exhausted, and full of quiet emotion.
A faint sheen of tears clung to her lashes not from sadness, but from how completely she had been taken apart.
She didn’t speak. She simply kept holding onto his arm, as if letting go would make the entire night disappear.
Liam remained exactly where he was still buried inside her, still holding her close while her body continued to gently pulse around him.