I giggled. Liam grinned before tightening his grip on me. Oh, how I liked this position, where his hands were firmly under my bottom. I could explore him all I wanted without his touch distracting me.
I kissed down his neck. My fingers were already working on the best way to get rid of his sweater. I was so focused on pulling it up that I didn’t even realize we reached the bedroom until he laid me down on the bed. I didn’t let go of his sweater, so he tumbled right on top of me, bracing himself on his forearms and smiling down at me.
The way he looked into my eyes was just surreal, as if I was the only thing that mattered to him.
He covered my mouth with his, kissing me gently and without hurry. The slow strokes of his tongue drove me crazy. I was vibrating as my fingers fumbled on his sweater, and I clumsily pushed it over his head, yanking it down each arm.
“Slow down, babe.”
“No, I’m greedy today.” I really was. I wanted him completely naked. I got rid of his pants and boxers with his help.
“Happy?” he teased.
“Almost.”
I slowly pulled my sweater up my belly. He scooted closer the next second, pulling my sweater higher, then getting rid of it before moving to my leggings and throwing them somewhere in the room.
I was wearing simple white lace underwear because I hadn’t been paying attention to what I put on this morning, but Liam’s eyes grew darker still. He spread my thighs wider, coming closer before drawing one hand down my navel, then lower still. The muscles in my belly clenched as he trailed two fingers over my panties, touching me over the fabric until I soaked it through. I rolled my hips, pushing myself harder against his fingers, gasping. I needed more.
He took his hand away, and I groaned in protest before grabbing his hand and pulling him down completely over me. I felt more than saw his smile before we kissed, just as slow and as deep as before I undressed him.
Except now I was ten times hungrier for him. Feeling his hot skin against mine was just exquisite. The weight of his body and all those delicious muscles pressed against me, and I was hyperaware of every move he made.
And when he pressed his cock right across my opening, I moaned. He was so damn hard, and I was so turned on. He gyrated his hips. The shock of pleasure reverberated through my entire body, making my toes curl.
“Close your eyes, Tess.”
I pinched my eyelids closed, simply giving myself to him. I meant it. He could do whatever he wanted; I trusted him completely. He unhooked my bra, taking it off. I felt him move off me and suddenly felt cold...but not for long. He placed a wet kiss on my belly at the same time he hooked his fingers in the elastic band of my panties.
My entire body felt like a sweet spot as he pulled the fabric down my legs and moved his mouth even lower. He kissed down the length of my legs before exploring my upper body with his mouth too. He was moving slowly, almost...reverently.
I felt him hover just over my clit, and I fisted the bedsheets in anticipation.
He blew cold air over my sensitive spot before pressing his hot mouth against it. I bucked off the bed, crying out as his tongue teased me mercilessly. Still, I didn’t open my eyes. Every sensation was heightened like this. It was glorious.
He alternated between blowing cold air and feasting on me until my whole body was shaking. Then he just...stopped.
I blinked my eyes open, locking my gaze with his.
He smiled wolfishly, kissing my thighs before pushing himself to his knees. Then he got up from the bed, pulling me to the edge of the mattress.
He reached across the bed for pillows, and I couldn’t help but place quick little kisses on his chest. I wanted to shower him with kisses, but Liam was too impatient for that. He pushed one pillow under my back and the other under my ass, lifting me up a bit.
He spread my thighs wide, positioning himself between them, then drew the length of his cock slowly up and down my entrance, driving me crazy every time he touched my clit. When he finally put on a condom and slid inside me, we just stayed like that for a few seconds without moving, simply enjoying our connection. He took one of my hands in his, interlacing our fingers as he started thrusting. My nerve endings were already so on edge from the foreplay, my body so close to a climax from having had his mouth on me, that I wouldn’t last long.
I dragged our hands down his abs, needing to touch more of him. I abandoned my exploration when he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, though. He was desperate for his release, and I was going to give him just what he needed. I pushed myself on my heels and one elbow, moving against him. I only just started feeling him widen inside me when my inner muscles clamped down. I was lost to the world after that, overcome by pleasure. I could barely breathe through it, but I did feel him come apart violently, thrusting and pushing until I was spent.
I was putty in his hands as he moved us on the bed so he was lying on his back, arm under my head, and I was half straddling him. He drew little circles on my back with his fingers.
“Maybe we should fight more often,” I teased. “That was...incredible.”
He immediately rolled me over so I was under him. He clearly wasn’t as spent as I thought.
“Are you implying it’s usually not incredible?”
“It’s always amazing, Liam. Always. I think I just felt everything more intensely because I’d been afraid of losing you before you showed up.” I swallowed, clearing my throat. “I don’t want to ever feel that again. I hope we never fight again. I don’t like it.”
He kissed my cheeks softly, then my temple.