With a knee, he breaks my thighs apart and slips in between them. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and I use one hand on the counter to balance while the other is around his neck. I’m completely bare and open for him like this.
With a low growl, his hand brushes down my body as he connects with my center. I’m wet and needy for him—I hadn’t expected this to happen tonight, but I’d been hoping for more since Friday.
“I need your cock, baby,” I say when he lets out a shuddering breath as his fingers swipe through my arousal. He nods dazedly and pushes a finger inside of me.
I need you.
I arch in his arms a little. The pressure is nice but only a whisper of what I crave. I don’t want him to prep me.
Shaking my head, I whisper, “I want you inside of me.Now.”
His head tips up, curiosity and apprehension in his expression. He’s big—he knows it. That’s what I want.
I want it to hurt in that toe-curling, pleasure-filled way. I want to feel every single inch of him stretch me open—to remind me why I haven’t been able to think about any man other than him since our night together.
Liam lets out a sharp, ragged breath but doesn’t argue. With a hand on the back of my thigh, he positions me with his tip notched at my center. He pushes in an inch and the desired pain shoots up my body.
“Oh my God,” I moan and tip my head back. “That feels so—ah!”
He roughly pushes in another inch, all hesitation fading away in favor of how fuckinggoodit feels to connect this way.
“Calypso, honey,” he growls and looks at me with darkened eyes. “You are so fucking gorgeous. You feel fucking perfect.Fuck.”
It’s all too much—his words, his gaze, his body. Yet not nearly enough when every inch of me is screaming formore.
Tightening his hold on my hips, Liam pushes forward at the same time he pulls my pelvis closer to him. It’s one brutal thrust that sheathes him fully inside of me.
I’m a whimpering, incoherent mess as the sharp sting of his cock begins to wash away, leaving only pleasure and fullness in its absence.
Leaning forward, Liam gently pushes me back to the counter. I’m nestled against the inside corner and each of my arms are pressed against the counter to balance me. With my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on my ass, I’m fully at his mercy.
It’s unfamiliar for me to give this much control over to a sexual partner, but there isn’t any anxiety with Liam—only the anticipation of knowing he’ll take care of me.
How utterly consumed I am by him at the moment also makes it easier to hand over for now.
“You okay, honey?” he asks and circles his hips without pulling out.
I clench around him when he brushes against a particularly sensitive spot.
“Mm,” I hum and try to nod. It’s the best I can muster right now, but he recognizes it for what it is—pleasure. “More.”
He chuckles darkly. “We’re just getting started, Calypso.”
Liam pulls out at a torturously slow pace. When he gets to the tip, he stops before he fully removes himself and slams back into me. My body jerks against the counter. Before I have a chance to orient myself, he pulls out at a much quicker pace and slams into me again.
And again.
And again.
“Yes, baby,” I say in a breathy voice. My hands cup my breasts and pinch my sensitive nipples. “God, I feel so full. I needed this—needed you.”
The sentiment slips out; I’m too dazed by my growing orgasm. At the moment, I can’t find it in me to care.
A soft whimper falls from his lips. “Me too, honey.”
He pumps his hips at a steady, unrelenting pace, I watch as his cock fills me over and over. Without any clit stimulation, it’s not enough to make me orgasm, but it brings meto the edge, promising the intense euphoria without ever delivering it.
The edging feels good for a few minutes. Usually I could go longer, though I’d rather be the one teasing him for hours on end. Right now, after months of being with Liam yet never reallyhavinghim, I am desperate and needy and so goddamn impatient.
