His mouth crashes against mine with such force I stumble backward as his arms wrap around my waist to steady me, and the relief from it is utterly staggering. We’re both desperate, hungry, a storm that's been building between us and finally raining over us.
His tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth, finally succumbing to my need to be close to him that is not reducible even if I tried. I can no longer fight it. I need him too badly. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him gasp on my lips.
His hands are everywhere sliding under my dress, gripping my ass, pressing me against the hardness of him, and I can't get close enough, can't feel enough of him against me until I have all of him. We’re like two wild animals acting on pure instinct.
The next thing I know, my back hits the grass as he supports my head to protect it from our sudden dive. Frantically clawing at his shirt to remove it, and with one hand reaching at his back, he lifts his shirt off over his head. My mouth goes completely dry at his muscular tattooed chest over me, and the brief separation from his body is agonizing as his eyes never leave mine, pleading for me to stay, to stop running.
Without words, I answer him in the only way I know how, and I kiss him reverently, pouring into every brush of my lips that I'm not going anywhere. He’s connected to me in ways I have never felt before and prayed at night for. I thought it’d go away. I thought it was grief, loneliness, but it was none of these things… it’s simply and complicatedlyhim,with all of what he is and represents.
Needing someone at a soul level like this can break you, no matter how much healing it can bring. The uncertainty of shedding our walls made of glass is poignantly frightening, but I’m willing to suffer, to lose my breath, to cry my pain away in his arms, over his heart, if it can wreck us and make us feel again.
I cup his face and press my lips to his again, our chests touching as my hands roam along the contours of his sculpted torso, up his arms, anchoring myself to him.
Mine. He’s mine. I feel so utterly desired, and it’s chaotically healing.
“I want you, Liam. All of you, please,” I whisper in his ear.
“There’s no going back, Sara. After this, you’re mine,” he says, watching me, and I nod.
“I’ve already been yours, Liam.” I confess, a tear running down my cheek.
With a movement lighting up every goosebump, he reaches around my neck and unzips my dress open, carefully lowering it down and shoving it in the grass. Eliciting a moan from deep within me as his hand finds my breast, and the feeling of his warm skin against my nipples with the cold grass under me, sends shivers down my spine. It's like the relief I've been craving for so long. The feeling of safety in his arms, consuming me.
As emotion swirls, I reach for his jeans, desperate to feel him hard in my hands. Together we lower his pants and boxers, and the reality of what we're about to do washes over me, andnothing can stop this from happening. I won’t let anything or anyone get between us.
His mouth trails kisses down my stomach, his hand finding me soaked over my underwear while his lips find mine again and I moan into his kiss uncontrollably as his fingers part my underwear and plunges deeps inside me, exquisite torture, drawing pleasure but it's not enough. Not even close, not even nearly close enough.
“Liam,” I gasp, reaching between us to find his cock, and his sheer size, the thickness resting in my palm, a pulsing extension of his soul, makes my mouth water. When I thrust up, the pleasure spreading on his face, and hardening his cock even more, is everything. I stroke him once, twice, feeling him throb in my grip.
“Fuck, baby, your hands on me…”
“Please, I need you inside me. Now.” I whimper.
His eyes, nearly black with desire, lock onto mine and he rips my underwear in one swift motion as I arch my back for him.
“I've wanted you so badly,” I whisper, guiding him to where I need him most.
He braces himself above me, moonlight silvering the sweat on his shoulders. The tip of him presses against my entrance, and I’m desperate for more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He meets my gaze. “Relax, Sara.”
For a suspended moment, we are both breathing hard, anticipation crackling between us like electricity. The head of his cock is gathering my wetness, teasing inch by inch, and my arousal is begging to rip through my core.
“Mine,” he growls against my throat, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through my entire body. The discipline in his movements betrays how desperately he's trying to hold himself back for me.
“Please,” I beg, my legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper. He pushes into me with slow, all while kissing me, consuming me with controlled thrusts, and the feeling of fullness, of completeness is so overwhelming that tears form in my eyes. My breath catches and I gasp at the sudden, delicious stretch. He slams into me, and my eyes roll back, pain ripping through me like lightning, sharp and unexpected.
“Sara—” His voice catches as he stills above me, filling me completely. His eyes widen with realization. “Is there going to be blood on my cock?”
I can't speak, I can’t breathe. My nails dig crescents into his shoulders as my body trembles from the pain and the most intense pleasure. The tears come without warning down my cheeks as vulnerable emotions wreck through me.
“You're—you've never—” Apprehension emerges in his eyes.
I nod, enveloping my arms around his neck, kissing him, closing my hips to feel our connection deeper; my first connection.
“Please, keep moving. Move Liam.” I cry, moan.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me you never had sex?” His tongue licks my teary cheek, and I place my finger against his mouth to quiet his thoughts.
