Chapter 21 Anna #2
His eyes don’t leave mine as he lines himself back up with me. “I realize how lucky I am to be here tonight. Don’t ever doubt how much I want you.”
The fervent hunger from before is gone, replaced with tenderness as slowly, he works his way inside me, making me cry out as my body clenches around him.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, dipping his head to claim my mouth. Just as his tongue strokes mine, he thrusts to the hilt, bottoming out in one hard push. I cry out in ecstasy.
“So.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Perfect.”
Thrust.
His body flexes above me. “You’re so tight. How am I going to fit your dildo in here as well?”
Blazing heat licks at my skin, thinking of the way he filled me the first time. The way I’m desperate to feel him again. For more. “I can take it.”
His glare turns savage as he mutters, “Christ.”
He hikes my leg higher, allowing him to sink even deeper, rutting into me at a brutal pace. I give in completely. My eyes roll to the back of my head in bliss, and I can’t stop the desperate noises spilling out.
Liam’s hips slam against mine, rattling my headboard. His cock hits that spot inside me that makes my whole body jolt, over and over again.
My moans only seem to drive him harder, and he grunts out praise, which my body answers with sounds I can’t control. My hands fly to his biceps, nails digging in as if he’s the only thing anchoring me to Earth.
Pressure begins to build. I feel him everywhere.
“Oh my God, Liam,” I sob, my voice cracking as he jams deep.
Beads of sweat gather at his temples, he grunts and groans but doesn’t let up, as if hammering me into the mattress is his sole purpose.
Then I break. My climax shreds through me as my body squeezes tight around him. Wave after wave crashes down. I shout his name and claw at his arms as my back arches off the bed. He drags me through it, stretching out every pulse of release until I’m trembling.
His mouth drops to my ear. “You did so well, baby. Ready to take more for me?”
I whimper, too weak to speak, nodding frantically.
He lowers my leg and my eyes fall shut before I feel the velvety press of silicone nudging my pussy.
“Open up for me, angel,” he instructs, slowly sliding the dildo into me, pushing it against his cock. The intrusion makes me gasp and my body strains, then yields.
The fullness is overwhelming, but not uncomfortable.
I take a few deep breaths as I adjust, stuffed full, clenching around them both.
Tears prickle at my eyes from the sheer intensity, but it doesn’t stop me.
It feels like I’m being split apart in the best possible way.
I’ve only ever done this once before, but never with anyone Liam’s size. My own greed fuels me.
Then, he starts to move again.
“Holy shit,” he rasps, deep and guttural, then thrusts into me harder, building to a rhythmic pace.
Skin slapping skin bounces off the walls, mingling with our cries.
His muscles flex, veins roping his arms and neck with exertion, and he doesn’t slow. His eyes shut for a second, lost in the intensity of his effort as he powers into me.
“That’s it, baby. Taking two cocks like the perfect angel you are. My perfect girl.”
His encouragement spurs me on and I light up inside. I start shifting my hips, grinding into him and the dildo, desperate to meet him halfway. Every time he drives into me, I push back, milking him for more.
“Anna,” he groans, staring at the spot where we connect. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Look at you.”
His words undo me. “I’m gonna come,” I cry, rolling my hips once, twice, three times before searing pleasure explodes inside me and I clamp down, strangling his cock.
“FUCK!” he bellows. His movements become rough and erratic as he pulls the dildo free, flinging it aside. He presses his forehead to mine, burying himself deep as he empties inside me with a ragged groan.
The room smells of sex and sweat. He drops to his elbows and, for a long time, it’s just the sound of us gasping.
His lips brush my temple, but they linger as his thumb gently drags across my bottom lip. When he finally pulls back, his expression is nothing but wonder and awe.
“You undo me. Every single time.”
The words seep through my skin.
“So do you,” I say, my smile sleepy. I clap my legs around his torso, pulling him closer, reveling in the feel of his damp skin against mine.
The silence feels easy. Like it doesn’t need filling.
He unplugs himself, his cock softening as he collapses beside me.
Mustering all the courage I have, I press a light kiss to the tip of his nose, my cheeks burning with sudden shyness.
“Do you want to . . .” I start, then trail off, unsure how to ask for what I want suddenly. Unlike the sex, this feels far more intimate.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, just say it,” he murmurs, sweeping a lock of hair behind my ear.
I duck my head. “I want you to stay. Tonight, I mean. If you want.”
His smile is tender as he tilts my chin up until I’m looking at him again. “Then I’ll stay. Now come here. Let me hold you properly.”
As I curl against his chest, wrapped in his warmth, I can’t remember the last time I felt this content.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel the glow of my light creeping back in.