“What are you doing?” I repeat.
“Making sure you clean yourself well.” He slides his hand up my inner thigh and grazes my pussy with his thumb. He hums reverently, and I swallow a moan.
He swipes a few times, and I want to close my legs on instinct, but the stirrups make that impossible. The situation brings a fresh wave of arousal, and I lift my ass to meet his hand.
“So greedy.” The bastard moves his hand down mythigh, squeezing my flesh almost painfully. “Such a needy pussy. Such a horny girl, Little Thunder. You’re still wet from the gel?”
“Maybe,” I breathe.
He smirks. “I can slide in with no effort. Would you swallow my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes.” He isn’t even near my entrance, and I pant, chasing release as if he were offering.
He is good with words, but I need his hands. His tongue. His cock. It doesn’t even matter… I need him.
“Anyone can enter at any time.” With his palms, he pushes my knees impossibly wide. “Do you like that?”
My mind is hazy with lust, but I somehow manage to answer, “Yes, I love it. If someone enters, they will see who I belong to. They will see I’m yours.”
He stills, and his pupils darken. The air between us gets heavy.
“Finally,” he growls, and then he loses all patience. All decorum. All control.
And I love it.
He unzips and rams into me so fast, I gasp. I squeeze around him, welcoming him.
It’s not a romantic reunion. It’s not gentle lovemaking. It’s like after the separation and the past few days of worrying about the baby, we are finally free.
We channel all those pent-up emotionsthrough our bodies. Punishing each other. Welcoming each other. Redeeming each other. And so much more.
It’s not enough. It might never be enough. But that’s okay.
The tempo is punishing. The slapping of our flesh echoes around us. I bite my lips to stifle my moans. Liam thrusts like a man possessed.
I stare at my man. His intensity. But he’s not looking at me. The man who always insists on eye contact is completely lost, his gaze on where we’re connected.
I glance down, and a rush of arousal rakes through me. This is where I belong. With this man.
It’s almost embarrassing how fast I come. The orgasm slams through me, fast but intense. Just in time, Liam leans forward and pulls me to him, and I use his shoulder like a nozzle, biting hard.
He follows me almost immediately. “That’s it, Little Thunder, milk me dry. This pussy deserves it all.”
Jesus, how he can still talk is beyond me. He holds me as our breathing slows down, and then he pulls out.
Ripping off another paper towel, he cleans me, gently stroking my skin, drying it. This time, he holds my gaze, full of reverence.
It makes my breathing harder and easier, warmth spreading through my chest.
I break the silence. “I don’t think I can walk out of here. My legs turned to jelly.” While I’m ready to accept the feelings, I’m not yet used to indulging them.
Liam kisses my forehead before he helps me out of the stirrups and brings over my underwear.
Squatting in front of me, he leads my leg through the opening.
My heart hammers, and it’s not from the sex. It hits me in slow motion… just what it means to be loved by this man. To allow him to help me. To not be alone anymore.
With him.
