He slides me back onto the bed and then flips me over onto my stomach. His hand comes down hard against my ass. I tilt it higher, rocking back for more. My nipples drag across the bedspread, making me moan.
"Up on your hands and knees, Liberty," he growls, yanking my ass up higher.
I scramble to obey, desperate to feel him inside me again. Not that he ever really leaves. When he slips from my body, he always leaves a little bit of himself behind. I spend my days coated in his come. My Marine is filthy, but I love every minute of it.
He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. Once he has me where he wants me, I feel him spreading my cheeks apart again.
"Goddamn," he growls. "These little pink holes look good in this room, Liberty. You gonna keep them on display for me?"
"Y-yes."
"Good." He reaches around me to grab a pillow, slipping it underneath me. "Lay on this and spread your cheeks for me. I want to look at what's mine while I'm nine deep."
Oh my goodness.
My cheeks heat at the thought of him staring at me down there, but I leap to obey anyway. Whatever gets him inside me faster.
I'm barely in place, my cheek to the pillow while I spread my cheeks open for him with my hands, when his cock nudges at my entrance. He taps it against my clit, slicking it up with the juices I feel wetting my thighs. And then he's thrusting deep.
I cry out his name, rocking forward with the force of his thrust. My hands almost slip, but I manage to keep them where they are, holding myself open for his licentious gaze. I don't even have to see his face to know he's staring at me there. I can feel the heat of his gaze.
"Fuck," he grunts, pounding into me hard and fast. His hips crash into my ass, digging my fingers into my flesh. Every thrust has my nipples dragging across the bed, and the pillow sliding from beneath my face.
I moan his name, already climbing toward the peak. He gets me there so easily. In two weeks, he's learned more about my body and what I like than I ever knew. He knows how to get me off in a matter of minutes. That's okay though because I never go alone. When I come, he always goes over with me. He loves and hates it in turns.
"Tell me," he orders me.
"I love you."
"Again."
"I love you!"
"Fuck. Yeah, you do." He spits on my asshole, slicking it up. And then his hand is there, his thumb pressing against the tight ring of muscle…pressing into me. He fingers my ass while he fucks me.
I writhe beneath him, calling out his name as my body overheats and my inner walls clench around him, trying to pull him in even deeper.
"Going to claim you here as soon as I get you pregnant," he tells me, replacing his thumb with his fingers. "Make sure this hole knows who it belongs to like the rest of them do."
"Killian, oh my God."
He shoves his free hand underneath me to play with my clit. "Going to tie you up when I take you here. Only way I can keep you still. You go wild as soon as I get in you, baby girl." He presses his thumb to my clit at the same time he thrusts his fingers into me. "Fuck. You're going to come on me, aren't you?"
"Y-y-yes!" I sob, wracked by pleasure. He's everywhere, claiming every part of me all at once. It's intense, sending me racing toward a massive orgasm. It's almost terrifying how big it is…but I want it anyway.
"Do it, baby girl," he growls, fucking me hard enough to rattle the bed frame. "Give me what belongs to me."
He presses his thumb to my clit again, twisting his fingers inside me.
I scream his name as pleasure rips me wide open. I thrash and wail my way through it, screaming myself raw as it roars through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I hear him roaring my name, hear myself sobbing his back at him, but I'm frozen in place, caught in a fierce net of pleasure that goes on and on forever, detonating inside me and again.
He pumps his hips, filling me full of him. It splashes out, making a mess of both of us. Still, he keeps pumping his hips, moaning my name. I writhe through it, riding out the waves as his cock jerks inside me over and over.
When the last drop splashes inside me, I fall limp beneath him, sucking in air in heaving gulps. My lungs and throat burn, but the rest of me feels fuzzy and far away, muted. He groans my name again and then slumps over me, resting his sweaty head against my back.
"Liberty," he whispers. "God, baby girl."
We stay just like that for several moments, trying to catch our breath. Once he does, he reluctantly pulls out of me, running a soothing hand down my hip. I hear him moving across the floor but can't find the energy to open my eyes to see out where he's going.
I float in that delicious void for several minutes, too blissed out to care about much of anything. I swear, he recovers a lot faster than I do. He has enough energy for the both of us most days. I get sleepy after I come, but he could go for hours.
A few minutes later, I hear him walking back toward me. He flips me over onto my back and then scoops me up in his strong arms. He holds me close to his chest, cradling me like I'm precious cargo. I close my eyes and drift, confident that wherever he's taking me will be good.
With him, I don't have to worry. He does it for me. I never really thought about how freeing that would feel, the lack of concern. But it is. For the first time in my life, there is no fear or anxiety, no stress. He helps me carry it.
I hear water running a split second before he's easing me down into the tub. The hot warm closes over me, making me hum in contentment.
"Careful," he murmurs. He holds me steady before sliding into the massive tub with me and then pulling me back into his arms. His lips ghost across my forehead and then my cheeks. "You still awake, baby girl?"
"Mmhmm," I hum.
"Good. Open your eyes for me."