Chapter 679 I Like Your Taste

She pulled the cloth over her head.

Liam watched as the fabric left her body. His eyes went straight to her breasts. They were still covered by her bra, but even the bra could not contain their full size. The soft, heavy flesh spilled slightly over the edges of the cups. The material strained against the round weight of them.

He leaned forward without a word and pressed his face between them.

He breathed in deeply.

She smelled so good.

Warm skin mixed with the faint natural scent that belonged only to her. It filled his nose and settled low in his stomach. His hands slid around to her back. Fingers found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it with one smooth motion. The straps loosened. He pulled the bra forward and let it fall away completely.

Her breasts were free.

They were full and heavy, the pale skin smooth and flawless under the light. The soft weight of them settled naturally, round and high despite their size. Her nipples were already tight, darker against the surrounding skin, and the gentle curves of her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took. They looked even larger now that nothing held them back. The soft undersides rested against her ribcage, and the full shape of them made Liam’s mouth go dry for a second.

He lifted both hands and cupped them.

The soft flesh filled his palms completely. He squeezed gently at first, feeling the warm give of her skin under his fingers. Irina’s breath caught. A small shiver ran through her body as his thumbs brushed over the tightened peaks.

"Liam..."

Her voice was quiet.

He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

The moment his tongue touched the sensitive tip, Irina’s back arched slightly. A soft, shaky moan left her lips.

"Ahh..."

He sucked slowly, pulling the stiff peak deeper into his mouth while his tongue circled it. The warm, soft flesh pressed against his face. He switched to the other breast without releasing the first from his hand, sucking the second nipple with the same slow, deliberate pressure. Irina’s fingers tightened on his shoulders. Every pull of his mouth sent a sharp spark of heat down her stomach. She had never felt anything like this before. The wet heat of his tongue, the soft suction, the way his hands kept squeezing and lifting her breasts while he licked—each sensation was new and overwhelming.

"That feels... strange," she whispered, her voice already a little unsteady. "But good... keep going."

Liam answered by sucking harder.

He dragged his tongue in slow circles around one nipple, then pulled it deep into his mouth again. His free hand continued kneading the other breast, fingers pressing into the soft weight and rolling the peak between his thumb and finger. Irina’s breathing grew heavier. Soft moans slipped out of her every few seconds.

"Mmm... ahh... Liam..."

Her skin felt warm under his mouth and hands. The faint scent of her body grew stronger the longer he stayed close. He licked a slow line between her breasts, tasting the clean salt of her skin, then returned to sucking one nipple while his hand worked the other. Irina’s hips shifted on his lap without her fully realizing it. The heat building between her legs made her press closer to him.

While he continued sucking her breasts, her hand moved downward on its own.

She found the hard length of him through his clothes and wrapped her fingers around it. Even through the fabric she could feel how thick and solid he was. She stroked him slowly while his mouth stayed busy on her breasts. Liam groaned softly against her skin at the pressure of her hand.

After a long while he released her nipple with a wet sound. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to the stiff peak for a second before it broke. Irina’s chest rose and fell quickly. Her nipples were wet and darker from his mouth.

She looked down at him, then slid off his lap.

Her knees touched the floor in front of the chair.

Liam watched her, his breathing already uneven.

Irina’s hands went to his clothes. She worked them open with slightly clumsy fingers, the inexperience clear in the way she hesitated for a moment before pulling everything down enough to free him. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, the tip already glistening. She stared at it for a second, her cheeks faintly flushed.

"It’s... bigger up close," she muttered under her breath.

Liam let out a short, rough breath that was almost a laugh.

"You don’t have to if you’re not ready."

Irina shook her head.

"I want to."

She wrapped one hand around the base and leaned forward. Her first lick was tentative—just the flat of her tongue dragging slowly over the head. The taste was unfamiliar, warm and slightly salty. She licked again, more confidently this time, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking just the head into her mouth.

The wet heat made Liam’s hips twitch.

"Fuck..."

Irina’s eyes flicked up to his face. She pushed down a little further, taking more of him into her mouth. Her movements were still careful and a bit uncertain at first. She pulled back, adjusted the angle of her head, then took him in again, going deeper this time. Soft wet sounds began to fill the quiet room as she started a slow rhythm—up and down, her lips stretched around his thick shaft.

She pulled off for a second, a thin string of saliva connecting her full lips to the head of his cock.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

"Yeah," Liam answered, his voice low. "Just like that. Use your tongue more."

Irina nodded and took him back into her mouth.

This time her tongue pressed firmly against the underside as she moved. The inexperience faded quickly. She found a steady rhythm, bobbing her head while her hand stroked the part she couldn’t fit. Saliva began to coat his shaft, making every slide wetter and smoother. Soft gagging sounds escaped her throat whenever she pushed a little too deep, but she only pulled back for a breath before taking him in again.

Liam’s hand rested lightly on the back of her head, not forcing her, just feeling the motion. The wet heat of her mouth, the soft pressure of her tongue, and the way her full lips stretched around him made it hard to stay still. Every time she took him deeper a low sound left his chest.

"That feels so good," he muttered.

Irina hummed around him in answer. The vibration made his fingers tighten slightly in her hair. She kept going, her rhythm growing more confident. She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, then sucked hard on it while her tongue swirled, before pushing down again and taking as much as she could. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and ran down his shaft. The wet, messy sounds of the blowjob filled the room.

She pulled off once more, breathing a little hard, and looked up at him with shiny lips.

"Your taste... ," she said quietly. "I like it."

Then she took him back into her mouth without waiting for a reply.

This time she went deeper, her throat working around him as she held him there for a few seconds before pulling back with a wet sound. She stroked him with her hand while she caught her breath, then leaned in again and continued. Her long dark hair fell forward around her face as she moved. Every few strokes she would pause at the top, lick slowly around the head, then sink back down and take him as deep as she could.

Liam’s breathing had become rough.

He watched her the entire time—the way her full lips stretched around his cock, the soft wet sounds she made, the focused look in her cold, captivating eyes even while she was on her knees. The heat of her mouth and the steady rhythm she had found made the pleasure build steadily. He kept one hand gently in her hair, the other resting on the arm of the chair as she continued to suck him with growing confidence.

Irina showed no sign of stopping.

She kept her mouth on him, licking, sucking, taking him deeper, the wet sounds of the blowjob filling the quiet space between them.