Fuck.
My lips part, the gasp caught in my throat as the orgasm rips through me and the moan spills out unceremoniously past my lips.
There’s no questioning whether or not he made me come.
Wetness seeps between my thighs, the evidence more than enough as he withdraws his knee and his fingers tease apart my folds as I gasp for breath.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come undone for me,” Liam rasps.
Smiling, my eyelids flutter open and his mouth is on mine, kissing me. It’s not rough or forceful. He lets me catch my breath like I’ve just ran a marathon as his eyes drink in my body and his fingers dance across my hip.
“Your turn,” I whisper, finally able to drink in enough air to breathe. I shift around on the bed, climbing atop him, and he smiles, shaking his head.
“This won’t do.”
“What? Why not?” Before I can get another word in, Liam has me flat on my back, his mouth against my neck as his lips caress my skin.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I like being in charge.”
I’ve noticed. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I tug him back up to look at me. “I want to taste you.”
He growls at me and his tongue pushes past my lips. “Keep talking like that and this will be over real quick.”
My brow pinches, confused. “What? Why? You don’t like that?” I ask. “I thought all guys love blow jobs.”
He pulls back for a second, sitting up, his back to me.
I can’t help but worry. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
Liam’s hand grazes my cheek. “You couldn’t do anything wrong in here. It’s been a while, babe.” He kisses me, lying me on my back and then retrieves a condom from the bedside table. “Are you still sure? I might only last a few seconds.”
“They’ll be the best three seconds of my life.”
Liam chuckles. “I didn’t say three seconds. I can go at least five.” He tears the foil packet with his teeth and sheathes the condom onto his shaft.
Within seconds, his fingers are teasing me, making sure I’m still ready for him as he poises his cock at my entrance. “Are you sure?”
My eyes widen, growing irritated. “Yes, Liam! If you ask me that one more time, I’m going to grab a strap on and fuck you,” I bite out.
He plunges inside of me without warning, stretching me, and holy hell, the pain is delicious and wonderful.
I bend my legs, giving him more access, and I swear I see stars.
Each thrust is cataclysmic and I grip the sheets and then dig my hands into his shoulder, my nails scraping over his skin.
He drags his hand between us, his fingers circling my clit, and my insides tighten around his cock.
“You keep doing that and I won’t last,” I warn him.
He playfully bites my shoulder and my pussy walls clench around his shaft, my insides spasming from the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure.
I don’t push his hand away. I want the warmth spreading through my body. I encourage and yield to it as the pulse-pounding sensation overwhelms my senses.
“Harder,” I rasp against his lips, finding his mouth, taking a taste, needing everything he has to offer.
I grab his face, keeping his mouth to mine, drinking in his breath, holding him to me.
His tongue pushes past my lips and his kisses wander across my jaw and to my ear, his breath teasing and causing a shudder to ripple through me. “Mine,” he growls.
