Under His Watchful Eye
I have had orgasms, but this is a monster of all orgasms.
“Please.” I whisper to him. It was just starting to subside when he picks up pace again.
It is scaring me how intense this feels. He looks into my eyes and nods hurrying his thrusts.
“I wish I could stop,but I can’t.”
My hands go around his neck and my legs around his back and I hold on for dear life. I am still cumming, and now I feel like my entire body is having an orgasm. Liam holds me with one hand as he pounds me over and over again like he is trying to pound my orgasm deeper into me.
“I can’t.” I say weakly before my teeth find and sink into his neck.
He holds me impossibly close and buries his face into my nec then stills pouring everything he has into me. Finally, his hand finds the headboard and he holds it for dear life. It is the only thing keeping him from collapsing on me.
Our eyes finds each other and he looks into mine for quite a while as we both try to hold our breaths.
“You are mine Anna.” My heart thuds against my ribcage hard enough to make me gasp.
It sounds like a declaration the way he says it, but I don’t want to delve into that. What are the chances that after this quarantine we will be together? So instead I say, “You kept going after you came.”
He nods, “I was not done and you felt too good.”
“Happens often?”
He let’s out an incredulous laugh that makes him twitch inside me, “Never actually.”
When he finally pulls out of me, it is because he finally goes limp and has no other choice. When he lifts me from the bed, I almost fall down because of how weak my body feels. Liam doesn’t say anything instead carrying me to the shower where he sets me on the floor and proceeds to wash and dry us both. My mind is so tired that I can’t think past how good I feel all over and how good it feels to have him caring from him.
When he carries me to the bed, I fall asleep immediately, but not before I feel him climb in beside me.
Chapter Five
Liam
Anna looks like the innocent she actually is in the mid morning light. Her brown hair looks more like honey the more I look at it, and the freckles on her nose are more pronounced. She has never looked more beautiful to me and I want her even more.
After making love to her for the first time yesterday, we both fell asleep exhausted yet so sated. I must have been more times than I thought because I woke up at four in the evening with Anna tucked in my arms. She wanted to take a proper shower and naturally I followed her in there. Of course I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and since she was sore, I ended up eating her pretty pussy right there as the water cascaded around her like a siren.
I have ducked a lot of women, but with Anna, I have made love to her. The connection I feel with her whether she is teasing me about sex, or is beneath me with her legs parted is not common. She is innocent of course so how would she know? I can tell from how she changed the subject after we had made love. I could tell by how conflicted she looked sitting on my couch when she arrived, and how she bolted when we were on screen together.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that she thinks this is about sex. But it also doesn’t take a psychologist to tell I am going to do all I can to make her stay.
I give her a kiss on the cheek and she murmurs something incoherent then goes back to sleep. Unwilling, I drag myself out of bed and cover her with the blanket as I go.
She looks so good on my bed that I am not in a hurry to get her off it.
I call Michael for updates on the internal saboteur and he describes to me a strategy they have come up with to deduct the original IP from the proxy that has been used. Personally, I don’t know much about computers, but I know enough to piece together the strategy. I tell him to keep me updated when he does get the culprit and toss the phone on the other side of our desk.
Our desk.
I really like the sound of that and I intend to keep it that way.
The next two hours are spent with me trying to work and ending up delegating nearly all of my work for the day. Still, I print and sign a few papers before I finally give up all hope of working and decide to surprise the woman in my bed with lunch in bed.