Page 49 of Something Forever

“Should I… ?”

“Yes, go get it, you idiot!”

He chuckles and crosses the room. I lay back against the pillows, my head spinning. I don’t know if it’s from the orgasm or from the fact that I’m about to have sex with Liam, but I feel like I’m floating. He returns with the condom, pressing his lips against mine, kissing me deeply. He seems content to just kiss for a while, both of us memorizing the movements of each other’s mouths. But I need more. I thrust my hips against him, moaning, and finally, he gets the hint. He rolls the condom on, hovering above me. He looks so sexy like this, his light hair tussled and messy, his lips swollen and pink. I run my hands over his abs, tracing the black tattooed lines, relishing the feel of him.

He locks eyes with me, his gaze surprisingly gentle. “You sure?”

I nod, hoping I don’t look as eager as I feel. Can he tell that I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything?

“I’m sure.”

He thrusts into me in one swoop, and it’s not gentle. It’s everything. I take a moment to adjust to the feeling of him, the fullness, but soon we find a rhythm. I’m so turned on I feel like I’m on fire.

“Fuck,” Liam breathes against me. He thrusts against me, slow this time, building to a steady rhythm.

“I need?—”

“What?”

I push against him, trying to build friction, and he seems to understand. He reaches down between us and finds my clit, teasing his fingers against me.

“You feel so good, Whit.”

The sound of my nickname on Liam’s lips should not be my undoing. But it is. Soon enough, I feel another orgasm building. It’s intense, the swell of feeling growing within me. It’s too much.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” he groans, thrusting into me again.

“You have?”

He brings his eyes up to meet mine, his gaze intense and pained. “All the fucking time. It’s better than I could have imagined.”

“More. Harder,” I moan.

My words unleash something in him, and he doesn’t hold back. He presses into me over and over, hitting an angle I didn’t know was possible. He lifts my left leg, thrusting deeper.

“I don’t know… shit, Whitney. I don’t know if I can last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“Oh my God,” I choke out.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispers. “Taking my cock so well. It’s like you were made for me.”

“Oh my God,” I repeat. “More. Tell me more.”

He thrusts into me. “You like that? Hearing how amazing you feel? You like being a good girl for me?”

I can’t. I can’t take any more.

“You’re dripping all over me, dirty girl. I can feel you squeezing my cock. So fucking sweet. So fucking perfect,” he groans.

I’m coming. I’m coming and screaming and shaking. I’ve lost all sense of myself. Nothing else matters but this.

“Fuck!” Liam growls against me. “Fuck, fuck.”

He’s coming too. I know it. We’re both pulsing against each other, incoherent. It feels like it goes on forever, until I feel him collapse against me, spent.

“Holy shit,” he breathes against me, both of us sweaty and heaving tired breaths.

“I know,” I reply, hoping he can’t hear the emotion in my voice.

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