When his fingers hooked into the waistband of her sleep shorts, Sunny lifted her hips in silent permission. The soft fabric slid down her legs, leaving her exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of Liam’s gaze. She should have felt vulnerable being completely naked, but instead felt only anticipation, a thrumming desire that had her skin flushing and her heart racing.
Liam took a moment to simply look at her, his eyes traveling the length of her body with such awe that Sunny felt her breath catch. She saw his throat work as he swallowed, saw the raw hunger in his eyes tempered by something deeper.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
The words, spoken with such sincerity, sent a current of energy through Sunny’s body. She had never thought of herself as particularly beautiful — pretty, perhaps, in a girl-next-door sort of way, but nothing particularly special. Yet Liam looked at her as if she were a masterpiece, something rare.
She reached for him, needing to feel his skin against hers. Liam came willingly, settling his weight carefully above her, mindful not to crush her smaller frame. The first brush of his bare chest against hers drew a gasp from both of them — the contact electric, charged with weeks of suppressed longing.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” Liam admitted, his lips brushing against her ear. “Of you, like this.”
The confession, spoken in that deep, rumbling voice, sent a shiver through Sunny’s body. To think that he had wanted her, had thought of her in his most private moments — it was intoxicating.
“Show me,” she whispered, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his pants. “Show me what you dreamed of.”
He captured her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. There was a newfound urgency in his touch now, a barely restrained need that had his hands moving with greater purpose, his kisses growing more demanding.
Sunny matched his passion with her own, her body arching up to meet his, seeking more contact, more friction. Her hands explored the broad expanse of his back, tracing the defined muscles there, feeling them shift and flex beneath her fingertips as he moved above her.
When his hand slipped between her thighs, Sunny gasped against his mouth, her body jerking at the intimate contact. Liam pulled back slightly to watch her face, his eyes dark and intent as his fingersexplored her most sensitive places with exquisite care.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his gaze holding hers as he built a rhythm with his hand that had her gasping and writhing beneath him. “I want to see you.”
The request, so simple yet so profound, undid something in Sunny. To be this vulnerable, this exposed, and to have him still looking at her with such tenderness — it was overwhelming. She kept her eyes locked on his, letting him see every flicker of pleasure, every moment of building ecstasy.
Her entire body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with sensation as Liam’s touch grew more confident, more precise. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her, where to linger, when to increase pressure — as if he’d been studying her reactions, filing away each gasp and shudder for future reference.
She moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders as tension coiled tighter and tighter at her core. “Please, I need…”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a rough caress against her ear. “Tell me.”
“You,” she gasped, the word fragmented by pleasure. “All of you. Now.”
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face, a brief pause in the heated moment. “Wait here,” he murmured, rising swiftly. He disappeared into the hallway, returning moments later with a foil packet in hand. Then he was shifting above her, removing his remaining clothes with a speed that spoke of desperation barely held in check.
When he finally settled between her thighs again, naked with his swollen cock pointing to the heavens, Sunny felt a moment of stillness descend upon them. Her eyes widened as she took in the length and girth of his member. A flush came to her cheeks. Liam’s eyes met hers, searching, questioning, even now making sure this was what she wanted. The care he took with her, even in this moment ofdesperate need, made her heart swell.
A flicker of uncertainty must have shown on her face, because Liam paused, his expression softening. “We can stop,” he said, though the strain in his voice betrayed how difficult that would be. “Say the word, and we stop right now.”
Sunny considered it — considered the complications, the potential heartbreak, the precarious position she was putting herself in. But as she looked at him before her, vulnerable in his nakedness, she knew there was only one answer she could give.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for him.
Liam guided himself towards the lake of wetness between Sunny’s thighs and ever-so-delicately brushed the engorged head of his cock against her swollen lips.
The sensation felt electric. Sunny let out a desperate moan, rocking her head back on the couch.
Taking that as his cue, Liam quickly put on the condom and slowly pushed himself into her, her wetness ensuring he glided inside without resistance.
Then he was moving, joining their bodies in one smooth motion that had Sunny’s back arching off the couch, a cry escaping her lips. The sensation of completeness, of perfect union, was overwhelming. It felt like a meeting of souls as much as bodies.
Liam stilled above her, giving her time to adjust, his frame trembling with the effort of restraint. When Sunny’s eyes fluttered open, she found him watching her with such naked emotion that it stole her breath.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
Sunny nodded, unable to form words past the lump in her throat. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer, deeper. Liam groaned at the movement, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder.
“You feel incredible,” he breathed against her skin. “Like coming home.”
