“Stop being so fucking perfect and come here.”
Liam didn’t need to be told twice. With a cocky smile I wanted to wipe off his face, he lowered himself over me. He was still dressed.
“Off,” I demanded, trying to undo his belt but failing.
“So pushy,” he said, kissing me and then pulling back to undo his belt. He had his jeans off and then hovered over me in his underwear.
I reached inside and felt him. He was hard, with precum already wetting his cock. I gave him two tugs, making him moan from above me. With two hands, he grabbed mine and put them above my head.
I pouted. “What? I can’t play, but you can?”
“Playing could finish this.” He kissed me hard again. “Not letting that happen.”
“Fine.”
He kissed me some more, but I was getting impatient. I wanted Liam. I wanted him so fucking much. I wanted him, even when I shouldn’t. Even when I’d suppressed it for so fucking long in a misguided attempt to protect myself. Liam must have sensed my impatience because he pulled down his boxers.
“We can stop at any time. Just tell me,” he murmured in my ears, kissing just below them.
His gentle offer, even as he stripped down, was enough to make me melt. It was rare for any man I’d been with to even care enough to make the boundaries of consent as clear as Liam had. I battled the emotions swirling in my chest but focused on the physical. While I was impatient and demanding, Liam seemed focused on savouring this. He kept kissing my cheeks, my lips, and my neck, oblivious to the fire raging inside me.
I’d already come, but Liam hadn’t yet.
How was he so calm?
“Condoms?” I panted.
Liam leaned across me to his sidetable, half of his weight landing on me, forcing a strange noise out of me, making me laugh and setting Liam off apologising. Liam rolled on the condom and hovered over me, careful not to put his full weight on me this time.
“Are you sure?” Liam asked, his eyes earnest. Was I sure? My body was screaming yes. There was a bit of my brain, underneath all the lust and urgency, that said we wouldn’t be able to come back from this. It said that this wasn’t casual. It warned that I would end up being destroyed by Liam, not just physically. But I wasn’t going to let that hold me back. I needed this. I neededhim. We both needed each other. I could see it in Liam’s face as he looked at me now with gentle affection.
“Yes.” I pulled him by the back of his neck to kiss me.
Liam pushed into me, and we both moaned at the delicious sensation. As he pushed in further, I winced a little.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked, pushing his hands into my hair.
“Yes. So good. Keep going.”
Liam pushed to the hilt, then pulled back and slammed back, making me gasp again.
Oh shit. This feels fucking amazing.
Liam picked up the pace, lifted my legs, and he hit a perfect spot. He had his eyes shut, his breath coming quickly.
“Kat.” He moaned in a way I’d never heard before. It sounded amazing coming from his mouth. Liam’s hands came to my hips, rocking me harder, and I tightened my legs around his waist, needing him deeper. He slammed into me, and the air whooshed from my chest.
Fuck.
“Too much?” Liam asked, a frown forming.
“Perfect,” I gasped back as he repeated the movement. I continued to pant as Liam changed up the angle and the tempo, slowing down slightly to kiss me, his face close to mine—a look of adoration. I knew at that moment that this was the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had, and it wasn’t even over yet.
“God, you feel perfect,” Liam growled between thrusts. His forehead was on mine, and we stared at each other, emotions passing between us. We were so, so close. I couldn’t see where I started, and he began. I felt a ball of emotion rise in my chest,threatening to spill over.
“Kat,” Liam murmured. “I—” I shut him down with a hard kiss, wrapping my legs tighter, digging my heels into him to get him deeper. I knew what he was going to say, but I didn’t—no, I couldn’t—hear it right now. I couldn’t hear it again when I couldn’t say it back.
Sensing a shift in my energy, Liam moved and lay on his back, pulling me with him. “Get on top.”