“Jesus, Liam, God.”
She was so fucking wet. Her hand squeezed the base of my cock and I reached lower, palm sliding along the soft skin of her inner thigh. My wrist pressed against her and I felt her hips rock against it. God, she was soaked. I could feel it on my palm, then my fingers, as I moved slowly upward and pressed my hand against her.
“Liam.” Her voice broke. “Condom.”
I fumbled for the bedside table, nearly knocking over the lamp. There it was, in the drawer. I tore it open with my teeth and rolled it down. Fuck. I was as hard as a rock.
She was watching me, propped on one elbow, with the morning light catching the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her stomach, and the haze of dark hair below.
I moved my body over hers, and she pulled me down, kissing me hard on the mouth as her legs wrapped around my hips.
“Please.” Her voice was a whisper.
I pulled my hips back and positioned myself at her entrance, then dropped them slightly. My tip rested against her, and I pressed in just enough that she gasped.
“Liam, please.” Her hips lifted, trying to take more of me.
I held still, gripping her hip with a hand to stop her moving. “Not yet.”
“You’re killing me.”
I pulled back and pushed in again, just the head, slick against her folds. I felt her warmth around me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Please, Liam. Now.”
I did it again. And again. Withdrew completely, then just pressed the tip into her. She whimpered and tried to pull me deeper with her legs, but I held myself at her entrance. All Iwanted was to thrust into her, to feel her clench around my cock, but watching her like this… desperate, needy, half out of her mind…
“Liam, if you don’t… oh my God… please, I need…”
“What do you need?”
“All of you.” She was panting. “Now. Please, Liam.”
I looked down. Her hair was spread across the pillow, her eyes closed.
“You’re so beautiful, Andrea.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
She smiled and pulled me down, kissing me. Soft at first, then deeper.
I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed into her completely, one long, deep thrust.
We both stopped breathing.
“Fuck.” The word tore out of me.
She cried out, hips arching off the bed toward me. I started to move, but she was already coming. I felt her tighten around me, felt her pulse and clench, so intense I couldn’t hold back.
“Andrea.”
I came with her, groaning her name as I thrust deeper. She shuddered and shook beneath me, hands grabbing at my back, my shoulders. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, so sharp it was almost painful. Everything else disappeared. The room, the morning light, everything. Just her body and mine and this feeling that was swallowing me whole.
When it finally stopped, I collapsed onto her, catching myself on my elbows at the last second so I didn’t crush her completely. We were both gasping for air.
I looked down into her face. Her eyes were closed. Thenmy head dropped down against her cheek and rested there for a minute.
“Fuck, Andrea.”
Her hand slid up my back.
