Part 33 Asha
I bit my lip, contemplating, hesitating for just a moment before meeting his gaze. Then, with a small smile, I whispered, "Okay."
Liam's face lit up instantly, his smile wide and bright.
I took off my coat and kicked off my shoes as Liam lifted the blanket, inviting me to slip in beside him. As I settled in, I noticed he only wore boxer shorts beneath the covers. But before I could overthink it, he slid an arm beneath me, the other arm over my waist, wrapping me close until our bodies pressed together, chest to chest. He drew in a slow, deep breath, his voice low and filled with longing as he murmured, "I've dreamed about this more times than I can count. I still can't believe it's real."
He draped his leg over mine as his hands tightened on my back as if to pull me even closer to him. "I've imagined more than this," he continued, brushing his nose softly against mine. Then he tilted his head and kissed me. "I imagined lying naked on a bed with you."
I shivered, my thighs pressing together as a familiar ache quickly formed.
"I imagined the beautiful noises you'll make as my hands and my mouth explore every inch of your body."
Oh. My God. He hadn't even been holding me for two minutes, and already I was struggling to remember what I'd come here to say. A rush of desire suddenly consumed my mind.
He sighed. It was deep and heavy, filling the tiny space between us. "I imagined making love to you. I imagined fucking you. Do all kinds of sexual things with you."
Perhaps our talk could be postponed to another time. I couldn't remember them, anyway.
He nipped my bottom lip, followed by a gentle lick, and I shivered again. "In my imagination, I was worshiping you, giving you the greatest pleasure."
"Liam," I whimpered, the sound slipping out before I could stop it. I couldn't help myself. My hand slid against the ridged lines of his stomach to the hard expanse of his chest, then traced its way to his throat.
He shifted his hips, and a prominent bulge pressed against my thigh. He rubbed against me in slow motion. I ached to shift too, to press against it in the way I craved.
"Did you ever dream about me, Asha?"
Yes, I did!
He pulled back slightly, his eyes widening. "You did?"
Oh, shit. I said that out loud, didn't I?
Liam smiled, and I noticed his eyes were hooded, the blue replaced by a deep, dark intensity. "Want to tell me about it?"
I opened my mouth, but I could barely breathe, so I just shook my head. My cheeks felt hot, and my entire body was on fire.
"Perhaps I show you my dream instead?" His voice was rough, lustful. He took a moment to study my face, a satisfied look crossing his features as he found the answer he was looking for. "Yeah?"
I arched against him and nodded as an answer, unable to think clearly to utter a word.
He leaned forward, his lips hovering over mine. "First, I'm kissing you," he said, pressing his sultry lips to mine, and he kissed me feverishly, so passionately. He parted my lips and tasted me with the thrust of his tongue. He nipped my bottom lip, my upper lip, as his hands began to explore—confident hands that clearly knew how to pleasure a woman's body. Knew how to make my blood hum with need. They roamed over my neck, my arm and my waist before moving down to pull my skirt up, and then he cupped both my cheeks over my panties. He squeezed them—hard.
"Then I'm touching you," he whispered against my mouth. "Feeling the shape of your body under my hands." One of his long, thick fingers, the middle one, slipped in between my cheeks, over the fabric. "My fingers playing with your most sensitive parts." That finger slipped in further until I could feel it in my front, pressing hard, exactly in the right spot. He must've felt how damp I was down there. I gasped, followed by a helpless whimper.
"My mouth is busy tasting you everywhere." He lowered his head down and rubbed his face over my breast. He found the pebbled bud, opened his mouth, and he bit me. "I want to overwhelm you with sensations until they completely consume your mind."
I was already completely and utterly consumed by him, and I was still fully clothed.
His hand left me, only to move to the front, and I wanted so badly for that hand to slip inside the only barrier that kept him from touching my flesh.
Oh, fuck. His fingers began to rub, and instinctively, my legs parted wide, granting him more access. My back arched as I thrashed and moaned his name, moving my hips to ride his hand.
"And finally, I'm making you come before I fuck you and make you come again." He rubbed harder, and at that point, I wasn't even sure I was still breathing. My hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, eagerly sought to touch him as well. Before I knew it, I was circling my hand around an impressive, thick shaft that could probably split me in two.
The sounds Liam was making at my touch were deep and guttural, and I nearly came right then and there. But I didn't want this to end yet. Not so soon.
" Fuck, Asha," he muttered, thrusting his hips forward.
"Kiss me, Liam." I panted, breathless.
He slammed his mouth against mine, kissing me once again, with his hand furiously rubbing me, and I passionately stroking him. Our hands were not touching our bare flesh, still covered by the silky fabrics, but the sensations were still out of this world. Our bodies moved in sync, our moans and sighs echoing around the small rooms. I didn't know how loud the sounds I was making. I just didn't care anymore. I only care about the familiar pressure building below my belly, tightening harder and harder. I could feel the climax approaching, and I was racing toward it with no way to hold it back.
My mouth parted in a silent scream as my insides detonated. My climax was aggressive and violent; each contraction felt intense and so bright that it nearly stopped my breath. I felt like I was in the center of a hurricane, spinning higher and higher until I reached the peak, suspended for a breathless moment, before gliding slowly back down to earth, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Liam's eyes turned dark. They locked on me, and whatever he saw seemed to push him over the edge. He thrust into my hands with urgency, his breath catching in rough grunts as his whole body shook, and then, with a final shudder, he let out a deep, guttural moan as he let go completely. His muscles tightened around my body.
Liam sighed my name, barely a whisper, but in that single breath, it felt like he was telling me he loved me.
He was still slightly shaking when he pulled me even closer, pressing his forehead to mine, and we stayed that way for a long moment, both of us catching our breath.
I came like I never came before in my life. Maybe because he was beautiful. Maybe because his expert hands seemed to know exactly what I needed. Maybe because I could feel how he felt about me in every whisper of my name. Maybe because of what I felt for him.
Or maybe it was all the above.
"Last time I came in my pants," his voice was still rough as he licked his dry lips to moisten them. "I was fifteen."
I giggled, lifting my forearm to cover my eyes, suddenly feeling shy. But somehow, I managed to ask, "What happened then?"
"I caught Mrs. DeBerry, my English teacher, fucking Albert the janitor in the broom closet." He chuckled. "The door wasn't fully closed."
Laughter instantly bubbling out from my mouth, and I lowered down my arm, finding him grinning wickedly.
"Mrs. DeBerry just recently divorced," Liam continued, "and Albert was a hunk. Last I heard, they got married. Have kids together. They're doing well too. Albert even has his own cleaning company now."
"Good for them," I gave a nod.
"What made me come back then was not because of their fucking. But it was her expression—so lost in passion, so consumed by lust. Like she didn't give a fuck about anything else but chasing her pleasure with him. At that moment, Albert was the only thing on her mind, and nothing else mattered. She didn't care that she could lose her job, didn't even care if someone might see. And I wanted that—I'd always wanted that. I wanted to see that expression on the face of someone I love."
I sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say.
"I saw that in your face, Asha. I finally saw that look meant for me." He turned fully toward me, his gaze intense, before he leaned in and kissed me softly. "You know I'm in love with you, right?" he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Tell me you do."
I closed my eyes, letting myself melt into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace seep through every inch of me. My voice was barely a breath as I whispered, "Yeah... I do."
"I'm not asking you to say it back, Asha. Not yet," he murmured, his gaze steady and filled with a quiet plea. "But I know you feel something, too. You just proved it to me." His hand enveloped mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as though he was sealing a promise. "All I'm asking is for a chance. For us to have a chance. I'll show you I can be everything you need, Asha. I want to be everything you need."
"Oh, Liam." My eyes stung, my vision blurred. But for once, my tears weren't from sadness—they were from pure happiness. This beautiful man, with his kind heart and soft words, was saying exactly what I'd wanted to say before he'd completely disarmed me with his touch, with his kiss.
"Why are you crying?" Liam asked, gently tilting my chin up to search my face. Panic flashed in his eyes. "Did I say something wrong?"
I shook my head, trying to stem the flood of tears, but it was pointless. My voice broke when I tried to speak, cracking with the force of my emotions. "I came here to tell you the same thing, Liam. That's why I'm here." Sobs escaped me, each word spilling out between shaky breaths. "I want to give us a chance. I feel so much for you; I couldn't put it into words. But it won't be easy, Liam, especially with Kayden and Chloe... I worry about how they'll take it." I paused, inhaling deeply, grounding myself. "But I want to try. For us. You make me feel happy, Liam. I never thought I could be happy again."
Liam's expression was a mixture of shock and joy. He was speechless. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, hugging him tightly as I sobbed into his shoulder. It felt like more than just a hug; it was everything I needed at that moment. I could feel his strong arms enveloping me, holding me steady, and as I clung to him, I realized this was a beginning I was ready to fight for.
"I love you, Asha," He whispered into my ear. "No other man could love you like I do. I promise you that."
And I believed him. With all my heart, I believed him.
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When I got home, my smile lingered, refusing to fade. I could still feel the tingling on my lips from Liam's kisses, and the spot between my thighs pulsed gently, a reminder of the moments I shared with him.
I shouted my kids' names and made my way to the kitchen, drawn by the clanking of pots and pans, signaling that Sandy was cooking. I promised them I would be home for dinner tonight. The delicious aroma guided me, but as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, my heart sank. The smile slipped from my face.
Sitting on the kitchen stool, watching Sandy cook, was Aiden.
As our eyes met, he slowly rose and walked toward me, his expression serious. "I know I shouldn't be here, but I really need to talk to you."