Page 37 of Unfinished

Liam stopped kissing and biting at my shoulder and leaned back slightly to look at me. I went to step away to put clothes on but he kept me in place and my eyebrows pinched as I looked at him.

“I know I’m clean and you have the implant,” he paused, “We could skip the condom.”

“I’m clean, but … I’ve never done that.”

“Neither have I.” His eyes scanned mine, “You’re the only one that I’ve trusted enough to even suggest it.”

I took a deep breath, pausing for a second to make sure I did, in fact, want this. Then I pulled Liam down to me to kiss him deeply because I did want this with him. He gripped my thighs and picked me up. He walked us to my bed where he dropped me. Reaching behind him at his shoulder blades, he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. I sat up unhooking my bra and removing it while kissing his chest.

He undid his shorts and pushed them and his boxers off, releasing his cock. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my thong, he pulled them down and off me. As he climbed onto the bed, I scooted back a bit and he settled in between my legs. He kissed me while he ran a finger over my slit and slowly pushed it in. I whimpered when his thumb came over my clit and he slid in another finger and started pumping languidly. I rolled my hips forward on his hand.

Sucking and nipping at my neck he ran slow circles over my clit building the ache for release. When he pulled his fingers away, I whined at the loss. He sucked his fingers clean and moaned.

"Are you sure you want me bare?" He asked me and I bit my lip as I nodded. He shook his head and demanded, "Words, beautiful."

"Yes, I'm sure."

Lining himself up with my pussy, he filled me slowly and I brought my legs up to wrap around his hips as my head tipped back.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispered on a breath.

Setting an easy pace, I rolled my hips to meet each pump of his hips. Pleasure began to build in me as heat spread throughout my body. I dug my nails into his back as he started to thrust harder into me. Squeezing my walls around his cock, he moaned and picked up the pace.

“Holy shit, I love this, I’ll never get enough,” he gasped and I moaned as he continued to pound in me.

He rolled us so I was on top and I rode him hard as he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I leaned back slightly letting his cock rub against that perfect spot inside of me. He stared up at me and as pleasure started rising in me, my head dropped back. He brought his thumb to my clit and drew circles, pulling a heady moan from me.

“You take me so well. Come on my cock, beautiful.” It was a demand I was more than willing to give in to as my body moved faster and I chased my orgasm.

He applied more pressure on my clit and my body started to tighten nearing the edge. Liam groaned as my walls began fluttering around him. My release was so close I felt the warm buzz of pleasure as it ran up my spine and down to my toes.

“Liam!” I shouted when my climax crashed through me, causing every muscle to snap loose as my mind went completely blank.

“Hannah,” Liam moaned my name as he followed me right over the edge and I felt his cock twitch as he spilled himself in me.

I collapsed forward on Liam, putting my head on his chest. My hair draped over me and fell down around him too as he wrapped his arms around me. I heard his heart beating fast and I closed my eyes, wanting to stay in this moment with him forever. We laid there for a while as we caught our breath and Liam ran his fingers up and down my spine, sending shivers through my body.

This was perfection and it was ruining me for anyone else, but I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else anyway. I went to roll off Liam to clean up but he held me in place. Holding me tightly in his arms and kept me lying on him. I loved how he made me feel and I hated that sometimes, in moments like this, he was trying to soak up the moment only because soon we wouldn’t be able to.

“Alright, we can go eat now,” Liam said after a few more minutes and I smiled, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Maybe we could set tentative plans for when we return to school,” Liam suggested, as we walked along the beach later that day.

“What were you thinking?”

“Well, between classes and your job your schedule is busy. I want to respect that. So what if we plan for one weekend a month? You can work. I’ll hang out at your apartment or go sightseeing or something.”

“What about the time I spend on the weekends studying?”

“Study. I’ll help you study. It’s not about me, it’s about spending time with you while you do what you need to do. What does your class schedule look like?”

“Well, I scheduled my classes Monday through Thursday. I like having Fridays to study before I work the night shifts all weekend.”

“I do the same thing but I do it so I can always have a three-day weekend.”

A laugh barked out of me at the differences. It must be nice to not need a job while going through college.

“So you’d come in on a Thursday night, study with me during the days through the weekend, and then sit by yourself while I work at night? Then go back on Sunday?” I asked.

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