Page 80 of Something Forever

“Faster,” he whispers, pressing against me.

I increase our speed, my breaths coming out in short bursts. He must get impatient because after a few thrusts, he flips me over so he’s on top again. He slides in and out, finding the spot where I need him. His thumb finds my clit, brushing against it as he thrusts into me.

“Liam,” I manage. “I’m gonna come.”

He increases his movements, both of us frantic and moaning and desperate. Black spots seem to form in my vision as I throw my head back, my fingers and toes tingling.

“Me too,” he says. “Fuck.”

A rush of heat spreads through me as I feel Liam lose himself, both of us coming apart at the seams. The wave seems to last forever, and when I finally come down, Liam is laying on top of me, both of us spent. After a few moments, his weight shifts as he grabs one of my towels. He wipes my legs down gently before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“Can we cuddle?” I ask, breathless. “Or is that too string-y? Do friends-with-benefits cuddle?”

He chuckles. “Of course we can. Pretty sure you were attached to me like a sloth last time.”

I shove him away from me. “That was all you!”

He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, our naked bodies tangled together. His warmth surrounding me, I can’t help the swell in my heart. As Liam and I settle together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle, my eyes flutter closed, and for the first time in forever, I feel safe.

I wake up with Liam pressed against me.

All of him.

I can feel his length pressing against me, so I burrow closer, grinding my ass into him. He stirs behind me with a low groan, the sound sending a wave of heat through me. Even after last night, I find myself desperate for more. Turning over, I trace my hand down his chest, finding his hardness and wrapping my hand around him.

He inhales a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling quickly. Shifting my weight, I lift the covers and move between his thighs.

I should wake him up and make sure this is okay with him.

Just as I’m about to, I glance up and see his eyes open wide. I smile softly, then open my mouth and slide my tongue across his length, taking him into my mouth.

“Whitney,” he whispers. “Fuck. What are you doing?”

His hips buck slightly against my mouth as I swirl my tongue, bobbing my head up and down.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, pulling back to wait for his permission.

“No,” he chokes out. “Don’t stop.”

I smirk again, taking him deeper in my mouth, keeping my eyes trained on his blissful expression.

“Fuck, yeah. Look at me. You look so pretty like this, Whit.”

I moan against him, loving his praise. Needing it. Needing to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. He rests his hand on my head, his thumb caressing my hair softly. His grip is gentle but possessive, and the feeling of it makes me want to take him deeper.

“Your mouth is so fucking sweet,” he rasps. “I’m not gonna last long.”

Taking him as deep as I can, I swirl my tongue against his length. Lifting off him, I take his length in my hand and stroke him, feeling bold.

“I want you to come on me. Mark me.”

He moves quickly, flipping over so I’m underneath him as he replaces my hand with his own, gripping his cock in his hands. “Shit. You want that? Can I?”

I nod, licking my lips as he strokes the length of him. His other hand splays lightly across my neck, resting around my throat without any pressure.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he sputters as he releases onto my chest and stomach. “Oh my God.”

He lowers himself onto his elbows, breathing rapidly. The only sound in the room is our breaths, in-sync and labored.

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