"Your body is incredible," he whispers, his half-lidded eyes filled with lust, and I can't help but giggle in response, beckoning him to join me.
The pain in my belly has faded to a distant memory, replaced with a throbbing want. The car is our sanctuary, our world, shielded from the rain drumming against the roof.
Liam discards his remaining clothes and navigates to the backseat, a show of agility and strength. He's beautiful, alluring, and mine for the night. Once he's there, he doesn't waste any time.
He pulls me towards him, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. His hands roam, exploring every dip and curve of my body. His touch is electrifying, making my skin buzz with anticipation. He asks me if I'm ready, and I tell him to hold on, making some space for us.
I push the seats forward, creating a makeshift bed, and finally rid myself of my last piece of clothing. I spread my legs, the anticipation and eagerness etched on my face.
For a moment, he simply stares, drinking in the sight of me laid bare before him. There's reverence in his gaze, an admiration that makes me flush with pride. He takes a deep breath before grabbing his cock and guiding it to my entrance.
In that breathless moment, I feel a thrill unlike any other.
I feel him filling me, inch by inch, pressing deeper. It's overwhelming, his size stretching me in ways I haven't felt before. I grip the seat, my breath coming in short, heavy pants.
There's pleasure, pure and raw, coupled with a discomfort that's not entirely unpleasant. It's just new, something to adjust to.
Liam's large, rough hands bracket my hips as he starts moving, his thrusts slow, deliberate. He's considerate, giving me time to adjust to his size.
My eyes widen at the sight of him. His body is perfect - sculpted muscles and chiseled abs. It's like he was crafted by a master sculptor, every ridge and plane an ode to his strength and discipline.
But I can't focus on that right now. Not when his pace quickens, his thrusts hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I can't help but moan louder, my back arching, as I plead with him to not stop. It feels better than ever, a new level of pleasure I didn't know existed.
Liam keeps his pace, his hand shifting to cup my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple. The added pleasure sends a shiver down my spine. It's too much, too good to be true, and I know I can't hold on for much longer. I warn him, gasping out that I'm close to climaxing.
But just when I'm teetering on the edge, he stops. I'm left breathless, the sudden absence of his movements leaving me wanting. I look at him questioningly, wondering why he stopped.
He leans closer, his erection pulsing and dripping against my stomach, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. His voice is a whisper, teasing me, telling me how much he loves to see me wanting more.
With a playful roll of my eyes, I give him what he wants. I bat my lashes at him, begging him to continue. His smile widens at my plea, and he promises to fulfill my request.
I can feel sweat trickling down my chest, an unexpected thrill at the intensity of our encounter. But I want more. I want to take control, to set the pace. So I tell him. I tell him I want to sit on him.
He nods, his gaze smoldering with anticipation. We switch positions, Liam settling on the backseat while I straddle him. With a firm grip on my ass, he guides me onto him, my body slowly accepting his full length again. And just like that, I'm in control, ready for the next part of our journey.
I begin moving on Liam, bouncing on his length, and a flicker of self-doubt sparks within me. Perhaps I'm too heavy or inexperienced at riding, not enough for him.
But when I glance at him, I see nothing but pure desire on his face. His fingers dig into my flesh, guiding me, helping me find a rhythm that seems to drive him wild.
He fills me completely, a perfect fit. The initial discomfort has transformed into waves of pure ecstasy that crash over me with each movement. Sweat trickles down our bodies as we kiss passionately.
"You're amazing," Liam grunts, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel incredible."
"No one has ever filled me like this," I confess, my cheeks burning.
He smiles up at me, his eyes softening.
"You'll have to get used to it. I'm not letting you go now. I want more of this, more of you. Dates, affection, nights like this."
"I can't wait," I reply, leaning in for a kiss. But Liam has other plans.
His hands are on my hips, and he lifts me slightly, changing the angle of our union. His body feels warm against mine, and his muscular chest is a perfect cushion for my breasts. His control is absolute, his movements relentless as he thrusts into me.
Caught in his grip, my control slipping away, I feel a rush of pleasure overwhelming me. It's too much, too good. My body tenses, and I orgasm with a final, loud moan. He follows closely behind, his climax mirroring mine, his warm release filling me.
Exhausted, I collapse onto him, my face pressed against his wet, rugged beard. He pulls out, and I shift to sit beside him, leaning my head against his muscular shoulder.
"That was... amazing," I whisper, the words barely audible above the steady drum of rain on the roof.