Page 66 of Love Me

My hands run aimlessly over his body, feeling every outline, every ridge, his large muscles taut and flexed as he starts to move within me, pulling out to his tip before slowly thrusting back in. Reaching for the back of his neck, I pull his lips down to meet mine in a searing kiss. Kissing Liam is all-consuming. I feel his want for me from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, and I never want it to end. He kisses me like he’s been waiting for it his entire life.

Breaking the kiss before I’m ready to, he lifts up on his hands, hovering his upper body above mine while he thrusts into me. I drag my fingertips across his collarbone and down his chest when I notice something on him that has my heart beating in overdrive.

“Liam?” My voice cracks, emotion overflowing as I struggle to come to terms with what I’m looking at and wondering how I never noticed it before. But it’s not like I’ve ever inspected his body or see him regularly without a shirt on.

“Beauty . . .”

His body stiffens as my fingers trail over the spot of skin at the very top of his ribs. Tattooed in very small script are the names Hannah & Charlotte. He doesn’t give me time to think or process, but the knowledge is enough to make my heart beat wildly in my chest. He flips us over, staying seated deep inside me so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling his waist. This position is so much deeper, my wince turning into a moan as he presses up from below me.

“Ride me, wife. I want you to take what you need.”

For fuck’s sake, there is something so delicious every time he calls me his wife that just makes me feel feral and wanton.

“I’ve never been on top before. I don’t know what to do.”

“Do whatever feels good, find it, chase your pleasure.”

His hands on my hips guide me, rocking me back and forth and dragging my clit against his pelvis, rolling my hips and finding what lights me up on the inside.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock to make yourself feel good,” he coaches, his voice deep and husky as his words coat me in burning heat and give me the confidence to do what he says. “Fuck, yes, Hannah, just like that.”

I lean forward, pressing my hands flat on his muscular pecs, and begin lifting my hips, impaling myself on his rock-solid dick. Every nerve in my body is stimulated, the pressure rising and rising.

“Liam, I’m gonna come. Holy shit.”

“Fuck, yes, Hannah, give it to me. Come all over my dick, baby.”

The orgasm races through my nerves as Liam thrusts his hips up from under me, his hands holding my hips in a brutal grasp that I’ll surely feel tomorrow.

“Oh, fuck, Han, yes, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Shit. Shit.”

His thrusts become jerky and then he’s pulling me off of him, his cock sliding up between us and jerking. I watch as cum spurts from his engorged wet tip, covering both of us in his sticky, white release.

As soon as he finishes, he pulls me down on top of him, my body collapsing willingly, my head tucking under his chin as we both work to calm down and steady our breathing.

“Why did you pull out?” I ask after a few moments of quiet, only the sound of his steady heartbeat filling my ears.

“Because we haven’t had a conversation about babies, and even though I know you have the implant, I’m not about to take any chances and force anything on you.”

My body softens at his declaration. Liam is always putting my well-being above everything else, and even while deep in the throes of pleasure, he was still able to have enough control to not potentially cause me harm. I rest my head against his hard chest, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing and his strong heartbeat and I know without a doubt that I won’t be able to walk away from this unscathed. I’m rapidly falling in love with my best friend.

Liam’s hands rub up and down my back in comforting caresses, his body fully relaxed like he has no intention of moving from this spot any time soon, even as his release currently coats both of our abdomens.

“How are you feeling?”

How do I even answer that question?Alive.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” I whisper. “I’m perfect. I’m kind of at a loss for words. Is it weird for you?”

“Weird?” He chuckles. “No, beauty. That was the best sex of my life.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, thankful that he can’t see my face because he would read me like a book.

“Mine too. I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“When it’s the right person, I think it’s always like that.”

When I don’t say anything, he speaks again, his voice a whisper, “Even if I’m not it for you, beauty, at least I gave you something, so you know your worth. Don’t you dare ever settle again. If your man doesn’t make you feel wanted, then walk away until one does.”

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