Page 26 of Liam

My eyes immediately go to his dick. He clears his throat and I look up. I blush at the smirk on his face. He walks over, grabs the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head.

I smile at him, laying my hand on his chest. He rests his hand on my jawbone, kissing my forehead. “Liam.” I close my eyes, enjoying his presence.

At moments like these, I am taken aback that I have him in my life. Sometimes I just have to take a moment to gather myself.

He kisses my forehead, my cheekbones and, finally, my lips. I shiver and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He grabs my ass and lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He bends down with me still in his arms, the bed pressing against my back.

He pulls back and unbuttons my pants, pulling them down my legs right along with my panties. He looks down at me, and I shiver at the heated look on his face. Dear god, this man may kill me. He lifts me off the bed and lays me on his chest. “Ride my face.”

Wait, what?

“Liam…” I start to argue, but he smirks, lifts me once more, and settles me over his face. I throw my head back at the amazing feeling, and I grip the headboard. Fingers are buried into my ass cheeks, and he pushes my hips with the movement of his tongue.

My legs are shaking by his head. I am ready to go off at any second. He sits up with me in his arms. I grab the back of his head, and my legs tighten over his shoulders.

His head shakes and I fall over the edge, and I shake so hard I lose my hold on him and start to fall back. I am laid back gently on the bed, and he runs his hands down my body. I want to hold him. I reach up and pull him down so I am cuddling with him.

When do I want to have sex? I feel like it’s time because, although I don’t want to admit it out loud yet, I do love him. Liam has been my heart for many years. Our finally being together is full proof that I love him, and I love him more each day. There isn’t a doubt in my mind.

At the moment he is staring down at my face, running his fingers through my hair so tenderly that there is not a doubt in my mind he loves me too.

“I want you,” I whisper and I stiffen, awaiting his answer. Why did I just blurt it out like that? His hand stops in my hair and he stares down at me, his eyes searching my face, and it’s my guess is that he is wondering if I am serious.

“Baby, are you sure?” His hand drops from my hair to my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone.

I twine our fingers together and kiss the back of his hand. “I want you, Liam. It’s time.”

He smiles beautifully and kisses me deeply, full of passion. He drags his hand down my body and between my legs, his thumb pressed into my clit. I am extra sensitive since my orgasm, and I moan and dig my nails into his back. He kisses me with everything in him. It’s like he is trying to pour everything he is feeling into it. He brings me to the brink once again, but he stops when I am about to come. My breathing is ragged and my body stiffens. He brings me to the top of the bed, my head resting on my pillow. He settles between my legs, and I let out a deep breath, feeling nervous because this is a huge deal. It’s a bigger deal because it’s with him.

“Love, are you sure?” he asks me once more.

I nod my head immediately. “I am sure. I want you, my Liam.”

He smiles and presses his forehead against mine, his elbows braced on either side of my head.

I know this is also a big deal for Liam—this is his first time too. We met when he was seventeen and I was sixteen, and we made a commitment to each other. We have only wanted each other, and we’ve never dated or thought about anyone else.

This is a special moment that will be with us forever.

I run my hands down his back. “You okay with this too, Liam?”

He grins and kisses me. “Baby, I was ready years ago.”

I laugh loudly and he lowers his head. I feel his dick at my entrance. I am on birth control and have been since I was thirteen and my periods was unbearable.

Liam isn’t a small guy. “Relax, Baby.” He rubs my hips, and I lie back into the pillow and relax my body. He slowly starts pressing into me, staring at my face the whole time, and I wince at the feeling of being stretched.

His hand leaves my hips and goes to my clit, his thumb pressing down and circling. I tilt my hips, and he presses into it a little more and sinks in even more. He stops and looks at me and I nod, so he presses forward until I’ve taken him all the way up to the hilt.

Fuck me. I hide my face in the pillow. I am sure it’s not painful for a lot of girls but, mind you, Liam is not a small guy—and when I say he is not small, I mean he is a good eight inches or more and thick.

“Fuck, Paisley, it’s killing me that you’re hurting,” he says harshly and I hear a sound. I look up to see that he has punched the headboard, leaving a dent.

I look at him, his eyes lock on mine, and his face twists in pure horror at the sight of my tears. “Fuck, Baby, I am so sorry.” He wipes my tears. He leans forward, his elbows on either side of my face, and kisses my cheek.

“I am okay, Liam, you’re not a small guy.” I smack his hip and he laughs.

“Now is not the fucking time to inflate my ego.”

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