Liam comes up behind me, grabbing my hips and repositioning them. I love the way he handles my body. It’s like he knows just what I like somehow. It’s like his body knows mine already.
His hand moves over the curve of my ass, then settles between my legs. He pushes a finger inside me again, then two, thrusting a few times.
I moan, moving against his hand.
He stops again, anchoring one hand on my hip and using the other to guide himself to my entrance. Anticipation is a brutal bitch as he butts just the head against me.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes,” I tell him.
A low rumbly laughter that I don’t even take time to appreciate, because then he plows inside me.
“Oh, God, yes,” I say breathlessly. He pulls back and pushes in again, slowly, testing my response. Satisfied that I’m apparently all good, he then starts bucking into me harder. He picks up the pace with each thrust until he’s pounding me so hard that I can’t push hard enough against the headboard, and as he fucks the hell out of me, balls slapping, driving so deep inside me that I don’t know how he’ll ever find his way out, I’m also inching closer and closer to hitting my head.
“Fuck,” I say, giving up my hold on the bed. My boobs are crushed against the pillow, but pushing with the second hand keeps me from getting a concussion.
Liam doesn’t stop. My muscles ache with the effort of pushing away from the headboard, but he’s pounding some magical spot and it’s all I can concentrate on.
“Liam,” I cry out senselessly, just needing to make noise.
He angles his hips just slightly, and all of a sudden I can’t breathe again. The friction is too much. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I’m so close, so close, I can’t think or speak or breathe.
And then pleasure erupts within me, but it’s not like before—it’s better. I’m a mindless, pleasure-seeking animal as I slither down the bed, pushing back against him with every last ounce of strength in my body. Oh, my god.
Liam groans, thrusting deep. I know he’s coming so I try to move with him, clenching him and moving until he’s ridden out his own orgasm.
Then I collapse.
I almost can’t believe we both survived that.
I’m exhausted and sweaty, and oh my God, what a wonderful appendage.
“Holy fucking hell,” I murmur against the sheets.
Liam snorts, pulling my limp body over against him.
I fling an arm across his torso and snuggle up, more satisfied and content than I’ve ever been in my life.
I’m never letting this man go.
Never.
Annabelle
“Annabelle.”
My eyes flutter open and I lift my arm above my head to stretch, knocking Liam in the jaw.
“Oh, God!” I immediately drop my arm, looking at him, worried. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Rubbing his jaw with a faint smirk on his face, he tells me, “I’ve had worse.”
I’m still a little lazy from sleep, but just looking at him makes me all happy. That post-orgasm fondness doesn’t seem to have dissipated yet. I want to curl up with him and kiss his beautiful, chiseled face.
“I can see that you’re comfy, but you need to get up. I have to get going, and I still have to show you a few things.”
My face promptly falls.