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His words send shivers down my spine, and I find myself melting into him, my body molding to his as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together. His hands continue their exploration, tracing patterns on my skin that set me on fire, making me ache for more.
“You couldn’t if you tried,” I breathe.
He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, causing them to harden under his touch. I moan his name into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, our tongues dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
His palms envelop my breasts now, the warmth of his touch spreading like wildfire across my sensitive skin. His thumbs teasingly circle around the peaks of my nipples, coaxing them to harden even more under his skillful manipulation.
A gasp escapes my lips, morphing into a soft moan as he claims my mouth again with a passionate kiss that's as deep as the ocean. Our tongues tangle, engaging in an age-old dance of desire and lust.
Liam's lips move from mine, trailing a path of fire down my neck, across my collarbone, and settle on the delicate skin of my shoulder. His fingers trace the curve of my hip, lingering on the sensitive spot that makes me shiver in anticipation. I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he whispers, "You're so perfect for me," against my skin.
My hands find their way into his hair, pulling him closer as he continues to worship my body with his mouth. His hands roam freely over me, igniting every nerve ending in their wake.
I moan as he spreads me open before him, kissing the inside of my thighs and driving me wild with need.
"Please," I whisper desperately. “I’m ready.”
Liam's fingers find their way to my clit, stroking me gently at first before picking up speed. I arch off the bed as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
He stops just before I can tip over into ecstasy and looks up at me with a teasing grin. "Not yet," he says in a low voice. “Wait for me.”
I groan in frustration but trust him completely as he continues to explore every inch of me with his hands and mouth. When I finally reach that peak of pleasure, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced with any other man.
As we come down from our high together, Liam pulls me into his arms and holds me close. "You are everything to me," he whispers into my hair.
"I love you," I reply breathlessly.
"I love you more than anything," he says, and I know with absolute certainty that he means it. I love that he is as diversified and unpredictable in bed as he is out of it. On my color wheel, sexually, Liam once again is technicolor.
Sex with him is a language, each one carrying a message . . . saying something that words cannot quite communicate. He can be wild as a jackrabbit, smooth as silk, and serene as a priest. I’m not so sure I got the analogies right, but they work in my brain.
This one was “I love you.” Spelled in orgasm.
I love this man. May the Heavens open up and beam me up so I can thank my creator in person, for I love this man. It is hard to believe, but in the grand symphony of my emotions, the love I feel for Liam resonates through the very core of my being like a crescendo, a celestial melody that never dies down.
Some nights, I wake up and just sit there propped on my pillow wedged on the headboard, and I just watch him sleep, running every word, every touch, every kiss that we shared during the day as if double-dipping in ecstasy.
His love is my guiding lighthouse, a steady beacon steering me through life's tumultuous storms. In his arms is where I find the most serenity; in that heady blue gaze of his eyes . . . the most peace.
He lays quietly by my side now, finally filling the left side of the bed I occupy, and I feel complete, I feel content, I feel whole. He tried to save my father . . . they just outsmarted him.
When my mother was dying, he rose to the plate, even when my siblings and I did everything in our meager power to bring him down with hate and contempt.
When he thought I needed him, he offered to come to me, disregarding the threat to his life that has already claimed the life of one man. His love for me has been tested in ways a man should never be tested.
In the quiet cadence of my heartbeats, his name will forever echo with an affectionate rhythm, a dance that paints the canvas of my soul with the vibrant colors of devotion and undying love, for there is nothing this man could ever do that would make me love him less than I love him just now.
In these last two weeks, I have come to discover Liam . . . discover my love. Liam, to me, is not just one of the many stars in the constellation of my life; he is one of the brightest stars, illuminating even the darkest corners of my existence.
His love forms a sanctuary— a refuge where my heart discovers peace and my spirit finds its true home. In the realm of emotions, his love reigns supreme, a benevolent sovereign ruling over the kingdom of my affections with grace.
I shall be leaving him soon to go pursue my own dreams, but every moment shared with him —moments like these, is a treasure, a jewel in the crown of our experiences, radiating with the brilliance of love.
His love is my sunrise, painting the sky of my life with warm hues, promising a new day filled with shared love and boundless possibilities—
“Hey, baby. You okay.”
“Yes, Honey.”
