He has this starstruck expression on his face. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I like to look at you. I keep waiting for you to disappear.” He caresses my cheek and trails his fingers down my neck and back up again in a languid pattern that could lull me to sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere, Killian.”
“Do you mean that, Liri? You swear you will never tire of me?” he sounds so lost and unsure. Nothing like the broody and arrogant jerk the rest of the world sees him as. It’s moments like this when he is vulnerable with his guard down that I feel he is his most genuine.
I know his insecurity stems from his parents. The only way I know to prove the way I feel for him is to show him. I press my lips to his and trace the outline of his perfect bow shaped top lip with my tongue. His hand moves to my hip holding me with possession as our kiss deepens. The rough pads of his fingers bite into my skin.
“God, Liri. You make me feel like anything is possible.”
I feel invincible as I show him my love and he returns it tenfold in the way he looks into my eyes and the way he touches me with such passion. I roll to my back and my handsome boyfriend looms over me resting on his elbow.
I know everyone will say that we’re crazy. That we won’t last, but the way Killian loves me is beautiful.
He’s beautiful.
“You’re beautiful.”
“I think that’s my line,” he breathes the words into my mouth and kisses me again. Those torturous lips move along my jaw and down my neck nipping and sucking at my tender skin in an erotic fashion. My fingers roam the contours of his back. We’re like fire and ice but when we come together, we melt. I slide my palm down the back of his boxer briefs and squeeze his tight butt.
He dips his head down and captures a nipple between his teeth and tugs. I gasp in surprise because it hurts but I like the pain. I feel his hands and his lips on me everywhere. He’s driving me crazy with the way he maneuvers between pleasing and teasing me.
His erection presses against my thigh through his boxer briefs, and I know that tonight is the night. I don’t want to wait. I want him to make love to me.
“I want these off.” He tugs on my panties with his teeth then slides them down my thighs, over my knees, to my ankles. I kick them the rest of the way off and arch my back when he thrusts two fingers inside me. “My girl is eager tonight.”
My teeth graze my bottom lip, and I pull on his hair. “Killian.” He pauses his attention and meets my gaze. “I want more.”
“You want my mouth?”
I shake my head. “I want you.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. If you don’t give me what I want I may die.”
He grins. “Can’t have you combusting.”
“I want to take these off you.” I hook my fingers along his waistband. Our eyes are locked as I push the boxer briefs down over the curve of his butt. Once they are off, I wrap my hand around him, guiding him to where I crave him the most.
“Wait. I gotta get a condom.”
“Can you do it without one? Just until you know the hard part is over.”
“Liri,” he groans out my name.
“I only lose my virginity once. I want us to experience it fully together then you put one on.”
“Baby, if I have you without one, I’ll never want to wear one.”
“Isn’t that what my birth control is for?”
“Yes,” he hisses as I rub the head of him through my slick heat and buck my hips. “You love to torture me.”
“What can I say? It turns me on.” I bite down on the shell of his ear.
“You know it’s going to hurt.”