Page 40 of Falling For Liam
How was I lucky enough to find this woman?
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I suck one of her pink buds into my mouth while my fingers pinch and tease the other. She mewls and moans above me, and my cock weeps for her. Pushing aside my own need, I focus on what’s in front of me. She might try telling me that everything’s okay, but I know all too well that she’s still haunted by what happened. It’s one of the reasons I’m afraid to show her what I really want. I don’t want to scare her off before we’ve even really started.
“Oh my god,” she moans and I release her with a pop before kissing down her stomach. In seconds, I’ve found the little zip that’s keeping her outfit around her waist, and before I know it, I’m watching it fall down her legs until it’s pooled around her feet.
Sitting back on my heels, I look up at her. She’s bare apart from her fuck-me heels and a tiny black lace thong. It’s like she knew exactly what would drive me insane.
“I want you like this. Always, just like this.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but she soon snaps it shut when my fingers wrap around the lace of her knickers and the sound of the fabric ripping fills the room.
“So not exactly like that, then?” she says with a laugh, watching me drop the ruined underwear to the floor.
“No, this is much better.”
“Oh my god,” she squeals as I jump from the floor and lift her into my arms.
“You’ve no fucking clue the things I want to do to you.”
“I’ve got a few ideas of my own,” she admits as I drop her onto the bed.
I watch her tits bounce as she settles and my mouth waters for more.
Her gaze burns into me as I pull my shirt off, quickly followed by trousers until I’m stood in just my boxer briefs. My cock strains behind the fabric, desperate for some action.
I watch as her eyes take in every inch of my skin before they come to rest at my crotch. Her focus flicks up to my face briefly, and she raises an eyebrow impatiently.
Taking the hint, I hook my thumbs into the waistband and push the fabric down my thighs, all the while watching her reaction.
Her eyes widen slightly as she chews on her bottom lip.
“Do you approve?” I ask after her stare continues.
“It’s a good start, I guess.”
“A good fucking start?” I ask with a laugh, launching myself at her on the bed. She squeals and giggles—that is, until I climb on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head and her thighs between mine. “I’ll give you more than a good fucking start.”
She swallows nervously and I drop down to kiss her. I release her thighs and the second she opens her legs, I find the space between and get settled. There may be a million and one ways I want to do this, but in reality, I couldn’t imagine anything better for our first time than her writhing beneath me as I make her scream my name.
I feel the heat of her pussy long before I touch her. Taking my cock in my hand, I rub myself over her, feeling her wetness cover me.
“Jesus,” I grunt as I try to hold back from just sinking inside her.
“Liam, please,” she moans, and it physically hurts not to give her what she’s begging for. “Please. I’m clean, I promise. I’m on the pill,” she practically chants.
I shouldn’t. I know damn well that I shouldn’t. It may have been a while, but that’s my one rule. But this is different. It’s Liv.
In a moment of madness, I thrust forward. She sighs in pleasure and I grunt, trying like hell to hold back from pulling out and thrusting straight back in as hard as I can.
Her walls clamp down around me and I feel every ripple of her body as she tries to adjust to the invasion.
Chapter Twelve
Olivia
Liam’s always had an intensity about him. I knew when the time came that he was going to utterly consume me, but I never could have imagined this.
I feel him slide into me painfully slowly until he’s as deep as he’ll go. It’s uncomfortable for a couple of seconds. Having a man inside me is an alien feeling after so long. But after a couple of slow thrusts, I start wanting to beg for more.
