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“My family goes to my grandparents’ place every summer. They have a house on the beach in South Carolina.”
“Is it like this?”
Liam’s arm tightens around my waist. I’m not sure if it’s intentional or not. “No. It’s nothing like this.”
I’m not sure how long we stand there like that. Time isn’t a trackable thing out here.
I know I break the silence first. “Let’s go in.”
His arm falls away. “Yeah, okay.”
We swim the short distance back to shore side by side and dress at the same time. Neither of us looking, but neither of us not looking, either. Once we both have all of our clothes back on, Liam holds a hand out to me.
I don’t hesitate before taking it.
We’re both quiet as we walk across the sand and up the stairs. The light on the back deck is still on, shining like a beacon. But the house is dark and silent as we step back inside. Liam drops my hand to shut and lock the door before turning the light off. I walk toward the stairs; the only assurance he’s following is the occasional creak.
At the top of the stairs, I pause. Liam brushes past me to open his door. For one split second, I think he’s going to walk inside and shut it. Instead, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and tugs me to him, kissing me with an urgency I’m not expecting after his languid exploration earlier.
The door closes with a quiet click behind us and then we’re on the bed. It smells like him in here, something subtle and masculine. He hovers over me before dipping his head and kissing me. I bite down on his bottom lip softly, and Liam groans.
Brief touches begin to linger longer as our damp clothes start to disappear. I savor the opportunity to touch him, running my hands over every inch of bare skin I can reach. We’re two magnets, barely moving apart before crashing together again.
The only sound in the dark room is our heavy breathing. Liam hisses when I grab the hard length bobbing between us, running my fingers around the bulbous head and down the thick shaft, thrusting into my hand.
“One sec,” he murmurs, the first time either of us have spoken since coming inside.
Liam moves away. I’m not uncomfortable in my skin, lying out on display, but I’m aware. It feels overly sensitized and raw.
A wrapper crinkles, as I relax into the soft sheets and spread my legs. He settles back between them a second later, as promised. It feels strangely right, having him there. Two puzzle pieces snapping into place. I inhale quickly, as warmth gathers between my legs.
I know exactly what’s coming. He’s not inside me, but he’sright there. It feels natural for him to push inside me slowly. I can sense his eagerness, can tell he’s holding himself back—that he’s forcing himself to inch rather than shove. It heightens everything.
I like that he’s taking his time to fill me. I like how this doesn’t feel like thefuckthat was all I told him I wanted. I like that Liam isn’t in a hurry for this to end.
Once he’s fully inside of me, we both still. I can feel his heart racing in his chest. The even rhythm of his breaths brushing my cheek.
“You good?” he whispers. The quiet rasp sends tingles racing across my skin.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
He moves, and we both moan. I tilt my hips up and wrap my legs around his waist, urging him even deeper.
Liam thrusting in and sliding out feels like relief. It feels so different than it ever has before. Deeper and meaningful and intimate.
And rather than fight it—flee from it—I just relax. I let everything narrow to him and the spot where he’s stretching me.
His muscles tense as I run my hands down his back. He’s still holding himself back, and his comment earlier comes to mind. I slip one hand between us, sliding down until I reach the bundle of nerves just above where he’s thrusting inside me.
I moan as bliss spreads through me. As my inner muscles clench around him, coaxing Liam to completion.
He groans my name when he comes. And he doesn’t pull away once he has. All of Liam’s weight is resting on his forearms, hovering just above me. His head lowers, kissing a trail along my jaw until he discovers my lips.
It’s especially intimate—kissing someone while they’re inside of you.
When Liam moves away, it feels like a loss. I don’t move, listening to the sheets rustle as he moves away and then lies down beside me.
I should leave, make the short trip across the hall, but my limbs don’t cooperate. They want to stay right here, enjoying the lingering sensation.
