11. Emily
“Boo.”
I jump and let out a yelp at the sound of Liam’s voice inches from my ear. Spinning around, his face is gleaming with a wide grin.
Playfully, I slap his chest. “You scared me!” I scold.
His hand wraps around my wrist and he pulls me into him. I go willingly, and he cups the back of my head. His lips meet mine gently before he presses our foreheads together.
“I missed you,” he whispers.
“I missed you too.”
Liam was sent with Finn on an assignment and has been gone for the past two months. We’ve spent hours texting and talking on the phone, but nothing tops the feeling of being in his arms and having his lips pressed to mine.
“How were your photoshoots?” he asks, before plopping himself on my blanket in the garden.
This has become our place. Liam knows if he can’t find me in the house, I’m here. He’ll spend as much time as possible with me until he’s pulled away for work.
My heart soars with each touch of his skin on mine and each wink he shoots my way.
We’ve had to hide our relationship from Declan and my father. He’s still pushing me toward Ryan but since my father hasn’t gone out and said it’s for an arranged marriage, I’ve put little effort in talking to him.
Declan would murder Liam if he ever knew about us. His bloodlust is reaching scary levels, and I don’t dare put Liam in his sights. It seems as though Declan spends more time in his cellar than anywhere else. He always looks crazed until after he’s been down there.
“What are you doin’?” Liam asks, jutting his chin toward the journal in my lap.
I slam it shut and slide it under my lap.
“Nothing. Just writing.”
His eyes fill with amusement, “writin’, eh? Let me see.”
When he goes to reach for the journal I quickly jump to my feet and run away from him.
Because of his height and my lack of it, he catches me within seconds. We fall to the ground and Liam twists to take the brunt of the force.
“You can’t see what I’m writing,” I giggle when he tries to sneak the notebook out of my hand.
“And why not?”
“Because it’s my journal. It’s private.”
His eyes soften, “Okay.”
He cups the back of my head when I move to kiss his lips. Our tongues move slowly against one another. I feel him hardening beneath me and it causes a moan to slip out of my mouth.
Before I can react, Liam flips us so I’m now lying on my back in the wildflowers and he’s above me. His erection grinds against me and I whimper with need.
“Do you think you can be quiet so I can fuck you here in the garden, Féileacán?”
“Yes. Please, Liam.” I roll my hips against him to try and apply pressure to my aching pussy.
My clit throbs and my pussy clenches with the heat of his hand sliding down my curves. I thank the heavens I decided to wear a white sundress today because I don’t know if I could wait long enough to take my pants off.
He pushes the fabric of my dress up until my soaked panties are exposed. The feel of his fingers pressing against my aching pussy makes my hips buck.
“I love how wet you get for me, Féileacán.”
His fingers push my panties to the side and then he rams two of his fingers into me. Liam covers my mouth with his hand when I cry out.
“Shh, remember to be a good girl for me and stay quiet. We wouldn’ want your da or Declan to find us, would we?”
I shake my head and he removes his hand.
“Good. Now ride my hand.”
My hips roll and Liam continues to pump into me. The wet sounds of my pussy fill the air and it’s nearly impossible to hold in my moans.
The front of my dress is pulled down and Liam latches onto my breast. His tongue flicks my hardened nipple in between nips and sucks. My hips roll faster, and he finger-fucks me harder and harder until I explode.
He covers my mouth with his and swallows my cries of ecstasy.
After I’ve come down from my high, Liam grips the fabric of my panties and pulls. It digs into my hip until the material gives away and rips. Liam tosses it aside.
His belt jingles as he works to free himself from his pants. His cock weeps precum and he roughly strokes himself while watching me with hooded eyes.
“Spread your legs for me, Em. Show me my pussy.”
My knees fall to the side, and I shiver from the sensation of the breeze caressing my soaked slit.
“Fu ck , Emily. I wish you could see how unbelievable your cunt is.”
The skin of my cheeks feels hot as the blush spreads over them. The mouth of this man will never cease to make me feel this way.
The stretch of my pussy when he presses his cock into me is incredible. Every time we come together like this, it’s perfect. He’s perfect.
I bite down on his shoulder to stifle my moans as he thrusts in and out of me. He moans in my ear and my pussy becomes an ocean of arousal.
His fingers slide into my hair which is now littered with wildflowers. Wrapping his fingers around the strands, he pulls my head back.
“This pussy belongs to me, do you understand? No one, and I mean no one will ever get to feel how tight you are. No one will ever hear you moan the way I do. You belong to me, Féileacán. ”
I nod rapidly.
“Say it.”
“I belong to you. Only you, Liam.”
He groans and his lips crash against mine. His kiss is punishing. Claiming.
My orgasm explodes through me before I even register it coming.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. You come so beautifully for me, don’t you?”
He fucks me through my orgasm and then fills me with his cum with a grunt. His head is pressed against the curve of my neck as he fills me to the brim.
When he pulls away, I feel his cum slipping out of me. Liam watches in awe before he scoops it up and pushes it back in.
“My cum stays inside you.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and nod.
We pull out the flowers tangled in my hair before making our way down the path to the house.
Nothing could ruin this moment for me.