Liam’s hand cupped her between the legs before she even knew he was moving. The heel of his hand ground against her clit and he smirked, feeling the wetness gathering there even through her panties.
“Did you touch yourself thinking about me?” he breathed against her ear. She gasped and nodded, his dirty words undoing her. He circled his hand just enough to make her breath hitch as he pressed into her over-sensitive bud. “Did you come against your fingers, wishing they were mine? Or maybe you used a toy – some buzzing silicone thing? How long have you been touching yourself, contessa, and pretending it was me?”
She ground her hips against his hand, but he lightened his pressure just enough to keep her from getting the friction she craved. With a frustrated exhale, she dug her nails into his back. “Since the first time I saw you. That very first night.”
He ghosted his lips over her collarbone. “Naughty girl,” he scolded, his voice dripping with sin. “How often? Once in a while, when you were lonely?”
She shook her head, lost in his touch. “All the time. After every class. Every rehearsal. Every time you forgot to shave.” She gasped as he dragged his stubbled chin against her skin in response. “Every time I sang for you. Every time you said my name.”
Liam pulled her panties to the side, stroking a single finger over her slit and sending a bolt of lightning down her spine. “My poor contessa. You needed me so badly,” he crooned.
Min palmed him through his jeans. “I still need you.”
His eyes flared and darkened as he pressed himself into her touch. “Did you know I needed you, too?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Would you have come to me if you knew?” he asked as he deepened the path of his finger, grazing her opening. “Would you have offered this sweet little pussy to me if you knew I beat myself raw thinking about the night we met? Imagining how you would taste?” He twisted her nipple through the t-shirt with his free hand, sending a spark of pain so bright and beautiful through her body that she cried out, but he continued, his voice liquid and coating her body. “Some days I couldn’t even wait until I got home, jerking off in my office, in my car. Could you tell how often I came thinking about your big blue eyes and your brilliant mind?”
“I didn’t know.”
Finally –finally!– he plunged his fingers into her, curling and pressing against that sensitive spot that was made just for him.
“Did you know how hard you made me every time you sang? Every time you read fucking Faulkner in the café between classes? Did you know you tore my heart out with wanting you?”
“Oh God, Liam.” She was close. So close.
“I’m never letting you go, Min, not now that I’ve got you,” he growled as she fumbled with his jeans, freeing the throbbing length of him, every hot, angry, impossibly thick inch.
Liam backed her up so her ass perched on the edge of his desk, and then hooked one of her legs with his elbow, drawing her up on her tip toes until his dripping head pressed against her opening. She gripped the base of his shaft and guided him to her, waiting for him to thrust inside.
“Please,” she begged on a ragged breath.
She braced herself for a wild, hard thrust. Instead, he slid into her so slowly she felt every ridge and vein as he stretched her, her body molding to him. He dropped his forehead to hers, breathing hard as he controlled each muscle in his body, moving so slowly she had to stifle a whimper at her own impatience to have him fuck her in earnest.
“I waited so long for you,” he breathed, his voice full of an emotion she couldn’t identify. “I couldn’t wait anymore. I tried, Min,” his voice broke as he confessed, hiding his face from her. “I tried to wait for you to graduate.”
She held his face, pulling him back so he could see the truth of her words in her eyes. “I’m yours, Liam. I’ve always been yours. A few months wasn’t going to change that. I love you.”
He met her eyes before plundering her mouth and driving himself forward, plunging his cock as far into her as it could go. She couldn’t keep up, her breath coming in gasps as he took her, marking his possession on every inch of her skin.
Liam trailed a finger down her spine, through the cleft of her ass, circling at her tight, pleated entrance. He met her eyes again, silently asking for her consent. Min pushed back against him in reply and, with a wicked grin, he dipped his finger into her, just up to the first knuckle, just enough to make her arch and moan against the intrusion.
“I love you,” he said, circling his finger in time with the slow rolls of his hips. He pushed his finger in deeper, to the second knuckle.
“Yes!” she cried.
“I promise you’ll never have to come without me again.” His finger pressed deeper, all the way inside her now. “I want it all, my love,” he whispered against her ear. “Every moan and every whimper,” and then there was a second finger stretching her and she shuddered in his arms. It was too good. It was too much and somehow not enough. “Are you going to come for me, contessa?” he asked.
White spots danced at the edge of her vision. She was only upright because he had impaled her so thoroughly, holding her up with the iron length pumping between her legs and those wicked fingers in her ass. And then his fingers were curling and twisting, thrusting into her from behind as her knees buckled.
He lifted his head to watch himself fuck her in the mirror mounted on the wall. “Look at yourself, baby,” he urged, his voice full of wonder. She lifted her gaze to take in her reflection, the man she loved filling her so completely, the slide of his cock disappearing inside her and reappearing coated in her wetness only to disappear again. It was mesmerizing. “Sometimes you need more, don’t you? Sometimes it’s not enough for me to just fuck your pretty pussy. Sometimes you need me to fuck your ass, too.”
She shook in his arms. “It feels –” she broke off on a gasp.
“Tell me,” he commanded, nipping at her neck as they watched the movement of his fingers, the way his cock pistoned into her. “How does it feel?”
“So full,” she marveled. “I was so empty.”
