Liam looked down at Grace lying on the floor, completely bare, her chest heaving with each breath.
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples hard and pink. Her pussy glistened with wetness, swollen and ready.
"Next step," he said quietly.
Grace's eyes widened slightly. "What are you—"
Before she could finish, Liam moved down, positioning himself between her spread legs.
Grace's breath caught. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Liam didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against her pussy.
Grace gasped, her whole body jerking. "Liam—you don't have to—"
But Liam was already working, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting her. She was sweet, tangy, and so wet it coated his lips immediately.
Grace's hands shot down, fingers tangling in his hair. "You really don't need to—ah..."
Her protest died as his tongue found her clit, circling it slowly before flicking across it. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth.
