Page 57 of It's Not All Fake

Liam doesn’t wait any longer. His lips are on mine, fulfilling my wishes as he kisses me deeply, passionately, and we both know this is inevitable.

Liam tugs my hand, pulling me quickly across the yacht deck, as we leave a trail of wet footprints. We find the seating area with the fire pit ablaze with warmth, and he pulls a fluffy white towel out from a storage area under the couch, quickly wrapping it around me.

With a second towel, he scrubs his wet hair. I can’t help but notice his soaking wet white boxers are nearly sheer now, hugging his large cock and not leaving much to the imagination.

“Are you warm enough?” He throws his towel aside and moves closer to me. He reaches out, rubbing my shoulders through my towel, trying to generate warmth.

“I’m still cold,” I whisper. Our eyes meet as I reach out to touch his firm abdomen. His skin is surprisingly warm despite just coming out of the chilly ocean. The fire is situated behind him, casting a backlight on his figure, creating deep shadows that dance across his unreal, Greek god-like body.

I slowly run my fingers down his toned abs, stopping at the elastic strip of his boxers. I glance at his expression, a mix of surprise and arousal as he sees where this is heading.

My hand slides under the fabric of his boxers, gripping the material as I pull him closer to me. Pushing up to my tippy toes, I tilt my head back to meet his lips as he closes the gap between us. His kiss is urgent, parting my lips eagerly. I melt into him, my entire body craving only him.

But I can't stop here; I want every part of him.

As the heat rises between us, I suddenly become aware of the possibility of prying eyes. Between kisses, I glance up at the second and third decks, where staff could be watching.

Liam notices my hesitation and pulls away. “Nobody’s watching, I promise,” he assures me, his voice breathy.

I still pause, unsure if he can make that guarantee.

“Do you trust me?” he asks gently, seeing my uncertainty.

I hope I can.

But I can’t resist this moment with him. I’ve surrendered control to my intuition tonight, not my over-analyzing head.

“Yes,” I decide, taking the leap of faith.

Liam kisses me again and I know this is right. My whole body is on pins and needles, and I’ve never felt this way.

He pulls back and his expression is dark and filled with desire. The fire crackles beside us as he reaches for my shoulders and slowly pulls off the towel around me. I let go of the part I'm holding onto and allow it to fall to the deck, leaving me exposed in just my bra and panties.

I know they won’t stay on long.

Liam’s eyes rove over my body, his hand reaching out for my bra strap, but I swiftly undo my bra clasp myself.

Cutting to the chase, I toss my bra aside, revealing my breasts and half-naked form to Liam's gaze.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he growls, his deep voice stirring my already churning insides.

Before he can make the next move, I reach out and grasp the sides of his boxers, slowly pulling them down.

His bulge is even more prominent now as his thick semi-erect cock springs free, only centimeters from my lips as I let his boxers fall to the ground.

I long to take him into my mouth, but Liam pulls me up to stand. In a matter of seconds, his tongue is back in my mouth and he's gently laying me down on the pristine white sofa behind us. His body radiates warmth as he presses against me, his eagerness evident. I think he also wants to cut to the chase because he’s forgoing the foreplay.

I wrap my legs around him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against me, but my panties prevent him from entering just yet.

Liam’s kisses are delicious. I don’t want to break our contact even though I desperately want to remedy the panty situation. I want him inside me.

Liam breaks away, just as impatient as I am. He sits up and quickly pulls my panties over my hips, leaving me fully exposed. My heart races with excitement as his gaze roams over me.

His finger slips inside me, followed by a second, and I moan in pleasure, throwing my head back. His thumb rubs my clit in a maddening rhythm while his other hand pinches my nipple, driving me wild. My moans are loud, but I don’t care who’s listening. In this moment, it’s only us two on the planet.

As his fingers curl inside me, my entire body tenses. I lose myself, knowing nothing but pleasure as a wave of ecstasy rips through me.

When I come back to reality, Liam withdraws his fingers, his eyes burning with carnal hunger as he puts them in his mouth, licking off my wetness as he watches me intently.

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