Page 14 of Insta-Hubby
And for saying my name.
And for saying yes.
And for begging for more.
“So that white dress really meant you were a virgin, right?” I growl into her ear, and I see a trail of goosebumps plumping on her perfect, innocent skin. “That you are untouched? You went out on the street like that knowing that everyone who could walk by would know you’d never been touched before?”
Anna looks at me, her breathing coming shallow and ragged and desperate, like she is running out of oxygen, like she has fucking altitude sickness.
Well I have it too, baby. You make me fucking breathless.
“I never thought of it like that before,” she mewls, her fingers playing against the buttons on my shirt. “That sounds like a very personal thing to me, to have everyone know about your sex life with just a look. It’s symbolic anyway, isn’t it? It’s supposed to mean you’ve finally found the one you want to spend your life with.”
“I thought you might be innocent, baby. Untouched. Unmarked. Because the way you looked in that dress...god, you made me hard the second I laid eyes on you.”
She says nothing, and instead just moans a sweet little sound into my ear as I kiss her neck, and I spin her around gently so she is sitting on the center island in my kitchen.
I don’t use my kitchen much. I don’t really use my apartment much, really.
But I’m about to put it togoodfucking use.
“How has this never happened for you?” I groan, my body, my eyes in fucking awe of her. I tuck myself between her legs and pull her toward me, pulling her dress down to her gorgeous, curvy hips. “How?”
“I don’t know,” she says, putting her arms around my neck. “I don’t know how. I don’t know why. It just never did.”
Now it doesn’t fucking matter why or how or what unique circumstances lead up to this very moment.
“It’s okay baby, because it doesn’t matter. I can’t fucking believe I am so lucky to have you, to make you scream and make you moan for the first time.This,” I say, spreading her legs apart and cupping her pussy with my open hand, “this is mine. I am going to make youmine, and you’re never going to want another man again. You understand?”
And she looks at me with eyes of clear understanding and wanton desire. Need and want coming together in the most fucking perfect moment.
“Yes,” she says, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, “I understand. Now stop talking.”
Anna
This feel sogood and so perfect.
And that’s crazy, isn’t it? There should be stumbling around and not know what goes where (okay, maybe I know what goes where, I’m not that innocent), and there should be confusion and questions and hesitation.
But there’s not much of that. Atinybit of hesitation on my part, maybe, but it’s not because of him.
It’s because I don’t want to screw this up.
“Baby, you sure you want me to stop talking? Because I think all my talking is making you really wet.”
My legs are spread apart wide, and I feel self-conscious because my pussy is just completely on display for him, even though I’m still covered up. And he’s right; I can feel that my thin little painties are soaked for him.
“I don’t know,” I say, his eyes focused on mine.
“I think you want me to keep talking and see just how wet and turned on you can get. But you also wanna see what else I can do with my mouth, right?”
“Oh god,” I moan, and he isn’t even touching me right now. My head is spinning with want and desire, with hungryneedfor him to touch me.
He leans forward and kisses me, and I feel his tongue dance with mine, and he pulls away sweetly, nipping my bottom lip gently with his teeth. The sensation makes drip with desire, and he finally puts his hands on both of my knees and spreads me wide open for him.
“You are so fucking perfect, Anna,” he growls as his hands glide up the insides of my thighs. “Perfect andmine.”
Liam slips a finger inside my panties andgrowlswhen he feels how wet I am, and this - the first touch of a man I’ve ever felt on my most intimate parts - makes my entire body heavy andburninghot.
