Page 41 of Falling For Liam
His dark eyes stare down at me in complete awe. It amazes me because I’m not the one doing anything right now, yet he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Thankfully, he’s lost the sympathetic look from earlier. I couldn’t bare that.
“Fuck, Liv. So fucking good,” he grunts as every muscle in his body pulls tight. It’s really quite a sight to behold. The sweet and quiet one of the group, it turns out, really isn’t that at all.
His hair’s sticking up in all directions as sweat begins to bead his brow, and as desperate as I am to close my eyes as my release draws closer, I don’t want to miss a second of it. I want to see the moment he falls over the edge. I want the image of it imprinted in the back of my mind because I already know it’s going to be incredible.
He lifts my legs on to his shoulders and I watch as he runs his fingertips over the straps that wrap around my ankles, the only things stopping me from being totally naked. His touch burns a trail on my skin as his movement inside me almost slows to a stop. It’s like he’s in a trance as he stares at the straps.
But before long, his eyes find mine once again. Part of me wants to ask about his fascination, but the second he slides his palms under my arse and his cock hits the most blissful place inside of me, all my thoughts fall away in favour of just feeling.
His hands trail over my body, teasing and building me higher with every touch, but when his thumb connects with my clit, I know it’s the beginning of the end. My toes curl as my release starts to claim me and he grinds his hips into me at the perfect time.
“You’re going to scream my name,” he demands, but his words sound a million miles away as I begin to fall into a mind-numbing, Liam-induced bliss. Every muscle in my body tenses before my orgasm crashes into me. Light flashes behind my eyes and my body takes on a life of its own. I’ve no clue if I deliver on his demand or not, but I’m vaguely aware of Liam as he pistons in and out of me. Mostly, I’m flying.
I’m just coming down when the most incredible sound fills my ears. My eyes spring open just in time to watch as Liam falls over the edge. His neck strains as he pounds into me. The first twitch of his cock reawakens my own release before his mouth drops open and his eyelids flicker with pleasure, but they stay locked on mine the entire time.
Falling down beside me, he pulls me into his side as his chest heaves with exertion. After allowing himself a second or two to catch his breath, he props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me. An emotion pours from his eyes, one that I’m not comfortable trying to identify this early on. His hot palm lands on my cheek before the heat of this thumb runs along my bottom lip.
“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice deep and rough.
I can’t help but laugh. “You’re welcome?” I say, but it comes out as a question.
“Thank you for not running,” he clarifies.
“Why would I run?” My brows crease with confusion.
“Nothing…it’s nothing.” His lips come down on mine and they cut off any questions I might have.
It’s not long before I feel him hardening once again against my hip. “Already?” I ask when he releases my lips in favour of my neck.
“You have no fucking idea, baby. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
Millions of questions barrel into me, but I swallow them down for a more appropriate time, a time when his fingers aren’t slowly circling my entrance.
I moan and arch my back off the bed. Liam’s eyes flash with delight as I practically thrust my tits in his face. He gives me a wicked smile before sucking one deep into his mouth. It’s so hard, I almost pull away, but the second he curls his fingers inside me, I detonate like a fucking rocket.
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“I didn’t think I was ever going to be allowed to take them off,” I say when Liam sits up and starts undoing the knots keeping my shoes on.
“Believe me, I considered it.”
“You like them, huh?”
His fingers stop and he looks me up and down from under his lashes. He may have just rocked my world—twice—but my stomach twists with desire from that one heated look alone.
“I’ve…uh…got a thing for straps.”
“Oh, really.” He drags his eyes away from mine and I get the impression he doesn’t want to talk about it, which is a shame. “Well, maybe you can tell me about it one day.”
“Really?” he asks, his eyes finding mine once again.
Sitting, I take his cheeks in my hands. “Really.” The smile he flashes me makes me want to drag his hands away from my feet and pull him back on top of me. Sadly, my need for the toilet stops me doing just that.
“Do you want a drink?” Liam asks after gently placing my shoes on the floor like they’re made of glass.
“Yeah, water would be great.”
I watch as he pulls his boxer briefs on before turning and heading towards the door. My eyes stay focused on his arse as he moves.
