Page 6 of Forever My Boy

I reach out, needing to touch him.

Liam leans forward, leaving me no choice but to lie back. He sits back, resting on his knees. The streetlight, not far from my window, provides us enough light so we can see each other. My chest heaves as Liam stares at me. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my body. Memorize me. It’s almost as if he’s going away or he thinks I am.

I’m about to ask him if everything is okay when he bends forward and latches onto one of my breasts. My hand slaps over my mouth to muffle my cry. My back arches, wanting more from him and his tongue. More sucking, lapping, and nipping. His big hand cups my other breast, his thumb and finger tweaking and pinching my nipple.

His body shakes. Is he nervous? Scared? Eager?

I go with eager, much like I am and shimmy until his hips meet mine. I swear my eyes roll back in my head when I feel his bulge pressing into me. My hips flex, grinding against him. The feeling sends a jolt through me. I’m not sure how much more I can take. The back of my hand ghosts along his waistline, and then my hand pushes the waistband of his boxers down enough to give me access. Liam groans when my fingers graze his shaft.

“Liam.” The voice that comes out of my mouth isn’t mine. It’s heady and wanton, and nothing I’ve ever heard before.

“Yeah, Jojo?”

God, I fucking love it when he calls me Jojo. Only him.

Words escape me as I push my panties down my leg, kicking and wiggling until they’re off. My hands grip his briefs, pushing them down his legs until he’s sprung free.

I want him. No, it’s more than want. It’s a need. Something in me needs to be quenched and he’s the only one who can do it.

Liam looks at me. I cup his cheek and kiss him softly as my fingers trail down his back until I’ve reached his backside. My hand pushes him forward as my legs spread to accommodate him. He looks in my eyes as his cock teases me. One more nudge from me and he’s pushing inside of me.

Liam never takes his eyes off mine as he moves in and out of me. He’s slow and taking his time, absorbing the moment for our memories. This is what our dreams will be when we’re not together. This night, like others we’ve had, but this one will stand out.

I love him. I don’t know how else to tell him without saying the words over and over until he tires of them.

My mouth drops open and before I can cover it, Liam does it for me by kissing me, his tongue making love to my mouth.

I can’t stop touching him, and my hands move everywhere from his chest to his arms, to his face. My fingers thread in his hair and then down his back. I urge him to go faster, to push me over the brink, but he won’t. He keeps a slow, rhythmic pace.

Liam grips my headboard as my sex tightens around his shaft. He groans, pants heavily. I need to scream, to slap my hips into his but I can’t. I bite his chest to stifle my cry as he falls on top of me, moaning into my pillow.

“Liam, condom,” I somehow manage to say. We’ve done this before, but tonight feels different.

“I’ll pull out.”

I trust him with everything I am. Everything he is.

His hand grips my hips, and he finally thrusts into me.

“I love you,” I say against his mouth. “I miss you so much. I need you, baby.”

He slows his pace, but I need more.

I want more from him.

My legs lock behind his back, pulling him deeper. I cry out from the different angle, and then I freeze when I feel him come inside of me. My eyes go wide. “Shit, Liam,” I whisper-yell at him as I throw him off me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says over and over in my ear.

“We have to be careful, Liam. We can’t get pregnant.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

As fast and quietly as I can, I get up and slip my panties and tank top back on and creep to the bathroom to try and take care of the issue. Not that there is much I can do at this point other than hope and pray. I glance at myself in the mirror and wonder what Liam sees in me because right now, all I see is a messy, heartbroken, love-struck girl who is so in love with her boyfriend she can’t see straight. I splash icy water on my face, wash my hands, and then make my way back to my bedroom.

I stand there, with my back pressed to my door, staring at my man. He’s waiting for me, with no judgment or fear on his face. Liam has put his boxers on and nestled himself into his favorite spot on my bed. He’s not leaving me, at least not tonight, and for that I’m thankful. He came back to Beaumont for me. No one else.

Liam beckons me, and I go to him, crawling into the warm embrace of his arms. He holds me against his chest where my fingers trail lazily along his pecs. His do the same to my back, sending random goosebumps along my spine.

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