He rolls the condom down his length. I prop up on my elbows, wanting to see each step. Wanting to learn how he likes to do things so I can help next time.
Liam climbs back on the bed. He nudges his way between my thighs and grips my knee. “What positions have you tried?”
“Missionary.”
“Did you like it?”
“It was fine.”
“Okay, so you’re not a fan. Noted. We’re going to do something similar that’s more enjoyable, but if it doesn’t feel good for you, tell me and we’ll do something different. Put your leg on my hip. There you go.”
I blow out a breath. My eyes shut and my hands clutch the sheets around me. “I’m ready.”
I know it’s not my first time but itfeelslike my first time with the anticipation. The waiting and wondering of how it’ll feel and how much I’m going to like it with him.
I do my best to stay relaxed. To sink into the bed as the head of his cock teases over my entrance. I hiss when he pushes inside me, the sensation on the edge of painful while also being deliriously, unfathomably perfect.
We groan in unison when he rocks his hips forward, the first few inches of his length burying in me. Stars cloud my vision, but it only lasts for so long because Liam takes hold of my chin.
“Piper,” he almost growls. “Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you.”
THIRTY-THREE
LIAM
I’ve found heavenon earth, and it’s being inside Piper Mitchell.
Fuck.
She’s so tight. So warm.
So fuckingperfectI never want to fucking leave.
Her eyes fly open. Her lips part and she inhales a deep breath, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Put your other leg on my waist,” I tell her, but I’m not sure I’m even speaking coherent words. My brain is a jumbled mess, everything confusing and distracting as she lifts her leg and I get another inch deeper.
“Oh,fuck.” Her eyes stay locked on mine, big and wide, and her back arches. “That’s?—”
“Better?”
“So much better.Liam. I need you to—this is—move. Please.”
“Give me a second. If I move, I’m going to come.”
“Socome.”
“Not yet,” I grit out. “Need to enjoy your perfect cunt first.”
I grip her leg so tightly I’m sure I’m going to leave behind a bruise. It’s taking everything in me not to thrust all the way intoher so I can see how well she takes every inch of me. To see what she looks like when she comes on my cock.
I hold the base of my shaft and push forward another inch, going impossibly slow. It’s the only way I’ll hold onto my self-control. The only way I’ll get through this with a scrap of dignity left, because I am seconds away from begging her to move into my apartment. To let me take care of her every night and every goddamn morning, because I can’t think of anything else.
I’ll feed her. I’ll fuck her. I’ll treat her right. I’ll give her whatever she wants so she knows she won’t find anyone better than me.
“Liam,” she groans, and I love the way she says my name. How it tumbles from her mouth like a fucking prayer. “I can take more.”
Goddammit.