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He withdrew from me, but stayed close, kissing his way up my body.“You still with me?”
I gulped in air.“I’m not with myself yet.”
His deep chuckle, like the ones over the phone that sent shivers through my body, rooted me in the moment.He reached for the condom and set it on the bed next to us.His hair was mussed from my fingers, and he vibrated with unspent energy.He was holding back, like when we were in the guest room.I was safe with him.
I skimmed my hands up his torso.Firm muscle under warm skin.He was still between my legs, but he hadn’t taken off his jeans.This time when my fingers landed on his waistband, he didn’t stop me.He was poised above me, propping himself up with one hand as he watched me unbutton and unzip his pants.
If I let go, my hands would shake, but I couldn’t stop if I tried.The orgasm had been amazing, but now that the aftershocks had passed, I remained unfulfilled.He wasn’t on me or in me, and I needed him to be.
I swallowed as I pushed his jeans down, taking his boxers with them.His cock sprang free, long and thick and arching between us.
Oh.He was big.I’d only touched one man before.This was different—so much different—but so was I.I wasn’t Kennedy the shy virgin.I was Kennedy, who’d started seeing my best friend, the friend who had happened to be best friends with my husband.If Derek hadn’t died, we wouldn’t be here.
But he was gone and I was empty and Liam made me feel safe and wanted.He reminded me of what feeling complete was like.
I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a pump.His flesh pulsed under my skin, giving me a heady sense of power.“I’m ready.”
I let him do the condom.I had to withdraw my hand, but I watched.The way his forearm flexed as he rolled it on.The way he kneeled between my open legs.How our breathing mingled as we anticipated what came next.
The condom was on.He shoved his pants down the rest of the way and kicked them off.
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth.This was it.
But he didn’t lower his hips to line up with mine.He dropped his head and captured my mouth.I opened for him, tasting the mix of him and myself, enough to feel the slightest bit naughty.He consumed me with the kiss, so much that I didn’t tense when his broad head prodded at my entrance.I rocked up to meet him, and he thrust in, but not far.We did the same dance—he pushed in, I rose to meet him—until he was seated inside.We were connected.I was full, my walls greedily clamping around him, and it wasgood.
He continued to kiss me like he wanted to devour me.I hugged his broad shoulders, reveling in the pleasure of him filling me.The tremors that ran through his body echoed into me.He was holding himself back.For me.
I returned his kiss, no longer just a recipient, but an active participant; not just responding to the stroke of his tongue, but creating my rhythm.
And he thrust, withdrew all the way, and buried himself inside me.
I gasped, and he swallowed it.Intoxicating bliss built inside me like a pressure cooker.He was over me, in me, and my mind was in the moment.Pure ecstasy.My body was alive, like a wire that had been downed in a storm.It radiated with electricity and all that power had somewhere to go.
Muscles that had been growing stronger thanks to my job and my home repairs flexed and clenched.My belly was tight as I focused on the sheer rapture between my legs.The slide of his retreat, paired with the way he hit when he plunged inside, propelled me up a steep hill, seeking another peak.
The force from both of us was increasing until I had to free my mouth from his to pant in his ear.“Oh, God, Liam.”
Another tremor ran through his body and into mine.“I’ve got you, Kenny.Come for me again.”
Our bodies smashed together, the sound of our skin hitting mingled with my rapid breaths.I hitched my legs up.I needed more, deeper, harder, but I couldn’t comprehend enough to ask.
Liam read my body language.He threaded his hand between us and did nothing more than rest a fingertip on top of my clit.The motion of our bodies was enough to trigger my explosion.
Pleasure ripped through my body.“Liam!”
He caught my mouth against his and set a punishing pace, stroking out a long orgasm until I was using him to keep from flying off the face of the earth.I clung to him; I cried into his mouth, and I milked him.
His body went tight, and he hammered into me until he thrust one last time.I held him as heat flooded from him into me.I clung to his shoulders while he pulsed against my walls that gripped him.
We’d done it.We’d had sex.I’d had sex.With someone who wasn’t my husband.
A chill began to sweep away the warmth.
Liam pushed up, his gaze brushing across my face.“Let me get rid of the condom.Don’t leave though, okay?”
I nodded woodenly.When his body rolled off mine, I wanted to snatch a sheet and cover myself.Liam lifted the blankets from the floor.I kept my gaze on the covers, grabbing for them.He was at the edge of my vision.Tall, lean, with a flagging erection, the condom shiny from me.
I bit the inside of my cheek, my throat constricting, and concentrated on straightening the covers as he ducked into the hallway and used the bathroom.
