Chapter 11
chapter
eleven
Wren
“Get undressed, Songbird. You have no idea how badly I am dying to see all that creamy flesh, all those fucking curves.”
I swallow thickly, but do what he says. First my jeans and then my t-shirt, until I’m standing in just my bra and panties.
Liam’s still in his jeans, though they’re undone and barely clinging to his hips. The outline of him straining against his briefs makes my throat go dry. When he dropped the towel in the hotel room and I got an amazing view of his perfect ass, I thought I might die. But now I get to touch him.
I slide my hand up the firm planes of his chest, letting my palms map out the ridges of his abs. He’s Michelangelo’s David come to life, but warm and alive under my touch. Dark hair dusts across his pecs before narrowing into a perfect line trailing below his waistband. I follow it with a single finger, dipping just my fingertip into the waistband of his boxers.
“Your body is insane,” I tell him. “Makes me feel stupid.
His breath hitches. “Good to know. Because I’m pretty sure I’ve lost countless brain cells fantasizing about yours.”
I slip my fingers under the waistband of his underwear, and he lets out a sharp hiss.
“Fuck, Songbird,” he growls, his voice husky. “You have no idea how good that feels. Makes me want to do unspeakable things to you.”
My pulse kicks, desire pools low in my belly. “Like what?”
“I want to spend hours with my face between those thick thighs. I want to fuck you in every position imaginable. I want to wrap your gorgeous hair around my fist while I fuck your mouth. Do you want me to go on?”
“I want you to take off your jeans,” I say.
“Yes, ma’am. Get on the bed though.”
I do as I’m told. “I’m just ready, that’s all I know.”
“You’ve been starved for affection for so long, my beautiful Wren. I'm going to make you forget what being hungry felt like. From now on, when you need to be touched, no matter day or night, you come to me. I will always take care of your needs.”
If a woman could come from words alone, those would have pushed me over the edge.
He shoves his boxer briefs down, and I get my first full look at his dick. He’s long, thick, and heavy with need—he’s everything I’d imagined and so much more.
He crawls into bed beside me, half covering me, bracing his weight on his forearm as his mouth finds mine. His kiss is heat and hunger and reverence all in one. By the time he pulls back, I’m soaked and aching for him.
“Liam, please, I need you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”
His body settles between my thighs, and I feel the full weight of him. I gasp.
“You have me, Wren,” he says. “All of me. I’ve always belonged to you.”
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting to climb inside this moment and live in it forever. We kiss again, and it’s all-consuming—sweet and savage all at once. I rock my hips upward, desperate for more friction, more contact.
“I’m going to mark off one of those firsts now and make you come before I sink inside of you.”
He slides two fingers inside me, and I arch into him with a moan.
“Goddamn, Wren, you’re drenched.” His voice is edged with reverence.
His thumb brushes over my clit in a circular motion.
“Don’t think,” he says. “Just feel. My cock is already dripping for you, ready to be sheathed inside your wet heat.”
“Oh God,” I groan. Everything inside me is tightening.
“Yeah, you like the idea of me wanting you that badly? Did you like it the other night when you made me come in my pants like a damn horny teen?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
His fingers are patient as he works my body with a touch so exact, it feels like we’ve always been doing this.
Then my body clenches. Spins, and then breaks apart.
“God, watching you fall apart is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groans. Then he curses.
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I say quickly. “Have been for years. You don’t need one. And I got tested after I found out Colt was cheating. I never let him touch me after that.”
Relief floods his features. “I haven’t been with anyone in years. Haven’t wanted to.”
“Make me yours completely, Liam.”
He lowers himself down, positioning his dick at my entrance. When he finally pushes inside, I gasp. He’s definitely stretching me. I’m full in a way I’ve never been and everything about it feels right and perfect.
“You were made for me,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Songbird, how are you still so fucking tight? ”
“I had a C-section with Keller and Colt was no where near as big as you. In length or girth.”
He laughs and it makes his cock vibrate inside me. I hike my legs up and wrap them around his hips.
His thrusts are slow at first, then they become stronger, harder, faster.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Fuck me. I want to fill you up, wife. I want to paint the insides of your womb with my seed and make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
“Yes, yes, do all of that.” Somehow the base of his cock is hitting my clit with every thrust and it doesn’t take long before I’m having the orgasm to end all orgasms. “I’m coming!”
“Yeah, I feel you. Squeezing me so goddamn good.” He thrusts once, twice more—and then I feel him spill inside me, his groan muffled against my throat. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Holy shit, that was unreal,” I say.
“If you’re still not a true believer, we’ll have to do it again.”
“Oh, in that case, yes, I will require some more evidence before I’m a true believer.”