Page 62 of Something Forever

He slips his fingers out and grips my hips in his hands. “I need to fuck you.” He drags his hand along my thigh, feeling the wetness dripping down my leg. “Can I fuck you? Please?”

I let out a shaky breath. I’d probably make some smug remark if I weren’t completely overwhelmed. All I can do is nod fervently, my legs trembling in anticipation. He presses his palm to the base of my spine, bending me closer against the dresser. Slowly, more slowly than I would have expected, he sinks deep inside me. The feeling of him filling me up without anything between us is indescribable.

“Fuck,” Liam breathes, pressing deeper. “You feel perfect.” He pulls out before thrusting into me again, establishing a slow rhythm of his body against mine. One hand rests on my hip while his other draws up to my breast, squeezing and playing with my nipple.

“Liam.” I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Don’t hold back.”

His gaze darkens as he pushes me down and lets go. He thrusts against me, harder now, sinking inside me with abandon. He ravages me as I arch my back against him, staring at us in the mirror.

“Talk to me,” I whisper. “Give me more.”

He thrusts deeper, growling against me as he does. “Does my dirty girl need it harder?”

I nod again as his hand wraps around my hair, gripping it in his hand.

“You like it like this? Me using your body however I want? Fucking you from behind until you scream?” He thrusts against me, giving me everything he has, and my eyes start to flutter close, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure rolling through me, but he tugs at my hair. “You look at me while I’m inside you, baby,” he says. “Look at how good you take it. How perfect you look.”

A choked sound escapes me, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. The sound only fuels Liam on as he thrusts against me harder and harder. I don’t know how long I’m going to last. His thumb finds my clit again, one hand tugging my head back while the other circles me in a torturous movement that makes me clench against him.

“You want to come?” he asks.

I nod again, unable to form words. Unable to think.

“Beg,” he instructs me. “If you want to come, ask nicely.”

“Please,” I manage through my gasps. “Please.”

He releases my hair and thrusts into me again, gentling his movements into a slower rhythm. “That’s my girl,” he says. “Come for me, beautiful.”

Almost as soon as I feel my orgasm crash to the surface, a groan escapes him and he collapses against me, filling me completely. We ride the wave together, both of us gasping into the quiet room.

“Oh my God.” I fall onto the dresser, pressing up on my palms.

Liam breathes heavily against me, his hands resting on my hips from where he was thrusting. We stay there for a moment, our gasps filling the silent room. Finally, his weight lifts off me and he brings me up with him, tugging me into his arms in a tight hug.

“You okay?” he asks, his hand brushing softly through my hair.

I nod, still gasping for breath. “Yeah.”

He presses slow kisses to my neck before pulling back to meet my eyes, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “It was intense, wasn’t it?”

I nod again, feeling a heaviness pressing in on me.

What does this mean?

He pulls me from my thoughts by bringing my palm up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the center of it. “I’ll be right back,” he says.

He releases my hand, grabbing his briefs off the floor and tugging them on. He slips from the room as I stumble over to my bed, grabbing his shirt off the floor and pulling it over my shoulders. I button it up and fall against the pillows, closing my eyes.

It’s too much. It’s not supposed to be like this.

I hear Liam come back into the room, but I can’t make myself move. His weight presses into the mattress next to me and I feel a warmth against my legs. Glancing down, I see him running a damp cloth along my legs, gently cleaning me up. When he’s finished, he hands me a glass of water. We drink it down in silence and he puts the empty glass on the table, settling onto the bed next to me.

“You need anything else?” he asks.

I shake my head and rest against the pillow again, my head spinning. He tugs on my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine. “You’re being quiet,” he says.

“I thought you’d be celebrating me finally shutting up for once,” I mumble.

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