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She tasted quite... salty, a light feminine mix.

Obviously, thanks to his previous care, she had leaked a lot of cream, so he could taste plenty of it before drawing any conclusion.

Feeling his tongue move over her sensitivity, Clara’s heart skipped a beat from the completely unfamiliar sensation, and she suddenly sat up before she could even think about it. It wasn’t that she wanted him to stop; her body had simply reacted faster than her mind to something that felt far more intense than she had expected.

"Yesss."

The next second, she was pressed back down, with his hand on her belly.

"Lay down."

Clara froze for half a second at the firmness in Liam’s voice. Strangely, instead of making her angry, it sent another embarrassing shiver through her. He wasn’t panicking because she had moved, nor was he treating her like something fragile that might break from the slightest touch. He had simply read the startled reaction for what it was and remained completely calm.

In the end, Clara bit her lower lip as she lowered herself back against the mattress. Her cheeks were burning, but there was also a stubborn look in her eyes now, almost as if she were annoyed at her own body for reacting so dramatically the first time.

"Um."

His breath fanned her pussy. Withdrawing his hand from her stomach, he hooked his arms around both of her thighs, effectively spreading her legs wider and locking her in place before him.

Clara’s fingers tightened slightly against the sheets. The position should have made her feel even more embarrassed, yet now that Liam had stopped giving her opportunities to instinctively squirm away every time something became overwhelming, another part of her was beginning to enjoy the helplessness far more than she wanted to admit.

’Ahhh... why does this feel better when he doesn’t let me run away?’

That thought alone nearly made her face explode from shame.

Then he stretched out his hands, opening her pussy lips, rubbing his forefinger and ring finger along the sides of her labia while his middle finger found her thrumming clitoris.

He rapidly circled over it, slowly, as her body trembled, responding to his touch.

And then he moved,

Once again, pressing his lips against those sensitive nerves.

His tongue rolled over, overstimulating, and her legs shook, trembling in his strong grasp.

Her pussy throbbed. It felt good... it felt dangerously good.

The intensity immediately made Clara’s instincts betray her again. Her first reaction was to escape from whatever was overwhelming her, even while the more stubborn part of her was already furious at the idea of Liam actually stopping because of it. Her body seemed to be fighting itself—one half trying to retreat while the other wanted him to keep going until she couldn’t think anymore.

Once again, her instinct called her to pull away as she started to close her legs and push his head away with her hand.

But before she could succeed, he pushed his head forward, plunging his tongue back inside her steamy, wet pussy.

"Ohhhh... Liam."

The protest disappeared almost instantly, replaced by his name leaving her lips in a broken moan. Clara’s hand remained against him, but instead of genuinely forcing him away, her fingers curled there as another shudder ran through her.

That contradiction wasn’t lost on Liam either. By now, he was beginning to understand that whenever Clara became overwhelmed, her body’s first instinct was to retreat even when she was the one who wanted him to keep pushing past that reaction.

And judging from the way her trembling thighs remained caught around him while she made absolutely no attempt to actually tell him to stop, Clara’s masochistic side was apparently winning that argument again.

Clara’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. Instead of actually getting away, her legs instinctively tightened around him while the overwhelming pleasure made her writhe against the bed, crying out his name between increasingly uneven breaths.

The contradiction would have embarrassed her if she still had enough room in her head to think about it properly. A moment ago, her instincts had been telling her to escape from the intensity, yet the second Liam continued instead of becoming overly cautious, that stubborn part of her immediately wanted even more.

Maybe it was because of Liam’s sudden improvement in physique, or simply because he was paying far more attention than Clara expected, but he seemed unusually good at finding reactions she herself hadn’t even known her body was capable of.

Every time she thought she was beginning to understand what was happening, another sensation completely ruined that confidence and left her clinging to whatever she could reach.

She genuinely didn’t know what she was supposed to do anymore.

That helplessness should have frightened her more than it did. Instead, the fact that Liam remained so calm while she was the one completely losing composure only seemed to feed that newly discovered side of her personality.

He wasn’t rushing wildly or acting like some mindless teenager who had forgotten everything around him. He simply kept reading her reactions, and somehow that control made it easier for Clara to stop fighting every unfamiliar feeling.

’Ahhh... this is definitely all for the greater good.’

At this point, even Clara knew that excuse had become complete bullshit.

She simply didn’t care anymore.

"Don’t stop!! Pleeese don’t stop!!"

The words came out before embarrassment could stop them. Clara immediately realized what she had just begged for, but instead of taking it back, her fingers tightened as if making sure Liam understood that she meant it.

The former prom queen who had once been able to make half her school nervous with a single glare was apparently gone for the night, replaced by a stubborn girl who became increasingly demanding every time Liam tried to give her room to recover.

"Ohhh!!! Liam! So good! So good!"

By then, Clara had completely stopped pretending she was still in control. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing broke apart, and every remaining bit of pride disappeared beneath the intensity. Liam, on the other hand, remained focused enough to notice exactly when her reactions changed from simply overwhelmed to completely spent.

"LIAMMMMMMM...!"

The final wave hit her hard enough that Clara’s entire body went rigid before slowly relaxing against the bed. For several seconds afterward, she could do little more than breathe, her thoughts reduced to a warm, incoherent mess while the embarrassment she had temporarily forgotten began creeping back in.

Liam didn’t immediately tease her.

That alone was probably the kindest thing he could have done.

Because somewhere beneath the haze, Clara was already beginning to realize exactly how loudly she had been calling his name—and once that realization fully reached her, the former queen bee was absolutely going to want to bury herself under the mattress.

.....

His question made Clara’s earlier confidence waver for the first time. She had spent most of the night pushing Liam whenever he became too gentle, but this was different enough that even her stubbornness couldn’t completely erase the nervousness. Still, when she looked directly into his eyes, there was no hesitation about Liam himself. The fear came from what she knew was about to happen, not from the person holding her.

"Are you ready?"

Hearing this, Clara stared deep into his eyes, her nervous expression slowly becoming resolute as she smiled and hummed.

"Uhm."

Even though Liam’s expression made his desire painfully obvious, Clara didn’t feel frightened by him. If anything, the nervousness twisting inside her existed alongside a strange excitement that only became stronger the longer she looked at him. Maybe it was because she trusted her boyfriend completely, maybe because she had already decided she wanted this long before he asked, or perhaps that troublesome side of her genuinely enjoyed the thought that there would be some pain involved.

Whatever the reason, Clara didn’t retreat.

When the pain finally arrived, however, it was much sharper than anything she had imagined. Her entire body reacted at once, fingers gripping Liam hard while tears immediately gathered at the corners of her eyes. Yet even through that first shock, the ridiculous girl somehow managed to sound almost pleased with herself.

"Ahhh... it hurts... I fucking love it."

Liam nearly stopped mentally at that.

Yeah. Definitely a masochist.

There was no point pretending otherwise anymore.

Still, the tears were real, and that mattered more than whatever reckless words Clara managed to force out through them. Liam immediately became still instead of chasing his own pleasure, wrapped his arms underneath her back, and pulled her tightly against him. The contrast between the strength holding her and the gentleness of the kiss against her neck made Clara’s grip loosen little by little as she buried herself against him and waited for the worst of the pain to pass.

For all of Clara’s demands that he stop treating her like something fragile, Liam had no intention of confusing her masochistic streak with permission to ignore genuine pain. If she wanted intensity later, she could ask for it—and knowing Clara, she probably would—but right now he simply held her there and let her adjust at her own pace.

That patience affected Clara more than she wanted to admit. Liam could have easily become impatient, especially after everything she had deliberately done to him tonight, yet the instant her reaction became genuine pain rather than overwhelmed pleasure, his priorities changed without hesitation. Somehow, that only made her want him more.

Stupid Liam...

Her arms tightened around him again.

This time, not because she was bracing herself.

She simply wanted him closer.

Liam felt the change immediately and lowered his head, brushing another kiss against her neck while waiting until her breathing finally settled. Neither of them needed to say much. Clara had already spent the entire night proving that whenever she truly wanted something, she eventually found a way to make it painfully obvious.

And once the initial pain finally faded, her stubborn personality returned with frightening speed.

From there, whatever remaining restraint Clara had brought into the room disappeared little by little. Every time Liam thought she might finally want to stop, she somehow found enough energy to pull him back toward her, while Liam continued being the one forced to remember that morning would eventually arrive.

By the time the first pale light of dawn began slipping through the hotel window, neither of them had gotten any real sleep. They had spent practically the entire night together, until an exhausted Clara finally remained curled against Liam beneath the ruined sheets, too tired to continue arguing with him about anything.

Liam looked at the sleeping girl pressed possessively against his chest and quietly exhaled.

So much for getting some sleep tonight.

With Clara still refusing to loosen her arms around him even while unconscious, Liam finally closed his eyes as well, bringing their absurdly long first night together to an end.

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