We stay there, wrapped up in each other against the sink, for a long time. The kiss slowly grows from something tender into passionate need.
When I try to lift my leg to his waist, I’m pulled back down by my dress. I let out a sound of frustration.
Chuckling against my lips, Liam helps unzip my dress and I push it to the floor. Stepping out of it, my legs easily wrap around him and he carries me to the bedroom. Anticipation grows in the few moments it takes to get to the privacy of my room, and I know that what we’re about to do will be different than any other time we’ve been intimate.
Liam drops me to my feet at the end of the bed and I make quick work of undressing him. It’s not the sexiest show either of us have ever put on, but that’s not the point tonight.
I fall back on the bed and pull myself to the top of the mattress. He slowly climbs over me and presses his body to mine.
We take the moment slower than usual, sharing light caresses and scratches along our skin. He spends timewith each of my breasts and between my legs, drawing out the moment for all it’s worth.
Finally, after his thorough worship of my body, he comes back to my mouth and uses his tongue to make love to me. All before he’s pushed inside of me.
Sitting up, I guide him to his back and crawl on top of him. He lets out a low groan, staring up at me as I straddle him.
Biting my lip, I stare down at him. He’s easily the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, but especially like this; he’s on his back under me, cheeks flushed and gaze heady as he waits patiently.
In a breathy voice, I demand, “Say you’re mine.”
He looks up at me with unfathomable affection and hunger, letting his eyes slowly take in every small detail. “You know I am.”
Shaking my head, I lean forward until our chests are pressed together and put all my weight on one arm. “No, I want to hear it.” Lightly, I tap on his lower lip. “Be a good boy and use your words for me.”
He leans up on an elbow and nips at my bottom lip. “I’m yours, Calypso. You fucking own me—heart, body, soul. It all belongs to you now.”
Nodding, I revel in the high of his admission. I rub the head of his length through my wetness, teasing my opening, and Liam whimpers. His hands tighten on my thighs.
“And you aren’t leaving.”
His grin grows despite the tension building in his muscles. “I’m not going anywhere, honey.”
“Good boy,” I murmur against his lips and press down on his thick cock. “Ahh,” I moan as I take another inch of him.
“Fuck, Calypso—you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts and thrusts his hips up.
I try to nod but my head just rolls back in pleasure. “More. I need more, baby.”
He repositions us so he’s sitting against the headboard and takes my ass in both hands. With his help, and using his shoulders to balance, I ride him hard and desperately. Neither of us speak much, too lost in each other’s bodies after everything we’ve shared tonight.
One of my hands wraps around his throat and I hold him in place as I roughly drop my lips to his. We’re a tangled, erotic mess that I never want to separate from. His tongue is in my mouth, then the next second his teeth are scraping against my nipple; I squeeze his neck nearly as tight as my pussy clenches around his cock.
I almost consider letting Liam come inside me, but pull off of him at the last minute, catching his arousal on my stomach instead.
Kneeling over him, I try to catch my breath and watch as he gently rubs his cum into my skin. There’s a deliciously possessive glint in his eye as he marks me as his, and I know that we’ll cross that next barrier with each other at some point. There’s no rush—which is one of the things I love the most about Liam Maddon.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Liam
Wiping off some of the condensation from the mirror, I listen to Calypso go over the order she’ll be working on today as she finishes showering. With Thanksgiving this week, it’s the busiest time of the year for the bakery, but she handles it with passion.
I love getting the extra time with her before work, since she’s waking up earlier on Mondays for the time being. We’re coming to the end of the dance studio renovations as well. Other than a few final touches and wrapping up the back offices, almost everything is done. With the exception of the goddamn chairs.
The three performance stages need a place for the audience to sit, most importantly the main one where the recital is being held.
The vendor should be calling me today with an upda—
Speaking of the devil.
