Chapter 32
Britain
When I go to crawl into bed at night, I find my pink negligee laid out on top of the duvet. I wonder where he’s been hiding this? But I smile, slipping it on over my naked body, then wait for him. He comes in through our bedroom door, making sure to lock it behind him, then starts undressing.
From my spot on the bed, I watch him strip for me, savoring how handsome he is. Admiring how his abs look cut from a slab of marble. How his hair falls slightly forward, the silver strands catching in the low light. My core turns to liquid heat, pulsing with need when he drops his pants exposing his long, thick cock. I bite down on my lip, not even bothering to avert my gaze from my favorite part of his body.
He crawls onto the bed with me, but he doesn’t make any moves to be intimate. He just pulls me tight to him, my back flat to his chest and my ass up against his engorged cock. He moves one hand over my belly and the other bends down, resting softly on my breast. When he touches me, I can’t help but push my ass back against him. The heat gushing between my inner thighs has me clenching and needy for my fiancé’s touch.
“I used to dream about this, baby. You, in our bed, pregnant with our baby, my ring on your finger,” he says softly in my ear, making my skin flush. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have those same dreams.
“Yeah, were we doing anything in this dream?” I egg him on.
“Sometimes,” he says, leaning over to run his tongue along the edge of my ear before he bites down softly. “I just want to eat you, baby. I can’t fucking get enough.” He grinds his dick between my ass cheeks at the same time I push back, and we both moan. “I just feel like the luckiest bastard alive…I don’t deserve you, baby.”
“We deserve each other, Liam,” I say, sliding a hand over his, where it sits on my belly. He moves his hand down, though, reaching to the hem of the negligee and sliding it up over my hip. He checks me first, slipping a finger between my folds. It comes as no surprise I’m already slick with desire.
He removes the finger, then slides it in his mouth, sucking it clean. My breath starts coming in short bursts, and I beg. “Liam, please. I need you inside me.”
He lifts my leg and adjusts slightly, then slides deep inside. I arch my back into the feeling of my man inside me, where he belongs. Bringing my leg back down, the tight pressure causes me to clench down hard and grind my ass back.
“I’ll only be good for 2 minutes, if you keep that up,” Liam says, a hand coming down on my ass hard, spanking me. I cry out, but he shushes me. “I’m going to have to start punishing you every time you scream, baby.”
“I can’t help it.”
He thrusts into me hard, and brings his hand over, between my legs to rub my swollen clit. “You better start learning to try, Bambi, or you're going to find yourself bent over and I won’t let you come.” Fuck me. I reach up and pull my breasts out of my negligee, to roll and play with nipples. Liam licks his lips in response, his eyes plastered on watching me play.
“You’re just going to use me, daddy?” I ask, eliciting a moan from him.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I nod my head up and down against his back as he continues thrusting.
“You can have me, use me, anytime you want. I’m yours, William.” His grip on me tightens, loving the words coming out of my mouth.
“You’re my little slut aren’t you? You want me to fuck you anytime, anywhere, is that right?” YES! I fucking love when he talks to me like this. I want to scream, but I try to hold it in, the pressure building to its crescendo.
“Yes, daddy.”
“That’s right, baby,” he laughs a low, seductive laugh at the use of my name for him. His finger increases the pressure on my clit in approval, but it’s his words that send me flying. “Who does this pussy belong to, Bambi? Your asshole. Whose is that? Those sweet lips around your filthy mouth. Who owns them?”
“You!” I whisper-shout as my back arches.
“Mine,” he says gruffly, slamming into me as we ride out our orgasms together. I make smaller pants and noises as we experience the last of our release, and Liam laughs at me lightly.
“It’s impossible for you to be quiet during sex, isn’t it?” I nod in response as the last of his throbbing subsides and he starts showering me with kisses across my shoulders and neck.
When we crawl back into bed after cleaning up, he pulls me in tight again and moves his hand instinctively to its new favorite spot, my belly, and holds us close. I find myself smiling uncontrollably. Home. Mine. His. Ours. He’s the only person who’s ever felt like home to me. He’s the only place I want to be, and the only one I’ll ever want. I feel like I’ve never truly belonged anywhere because all along, I’d belonged with him.
I might have had something with Damian, even something with Matthias. But with Liam, it’s everything. He’s always been my everything.