4. Liam #3
She leaned forward again and rested her forehead against mine for half a second, then pulled back like she’d caught herself enjoying something.
She didn’t go far. Her mouth found my throat instead. She kissed the spot just under my jaw, then pressed her mouth there again, teeth grazing, breath warm against my skin.
My hands tightened reflexively under her thighs.
I forced myself to move again. I needed more. Almost there.
I opened the door to my place, then kicked it shut behind us. It was the same as every night. Lights off, shoes where they belonged, counter clear. I noticed it all, then noticed how little it mattered.
She glanced around and hummed. “This seems very you.”
I didn’t ask what that meant and carried her down the hall. When the bed came into view, I realized I didn’t really want to put her down. I liked her where she was.
I didn’t make it that far.
When she shifted in my arms, my control slipped. I stopped short and turned, pressing her back against the wall with more force than I’d intended. Not careless. Just honest. Her gasp cut off as my mouth found hers, all restraint having vanished.
Her hands slid into my hair, tugging lightly.
She kissed me back without hesitation, fierce and demanding, her body pressing forward like she’d been waiting for this exact second.
I pinned her with my weight, one hand braced beside her head, the other tight at her waist, keeping her right where she was.
I pulled back, gasping for breath, and she chased my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
That did it.
I crossed the room in two steps, the urgency back and louder now. As I lowered her to the bed, I kept my hands on her, unwilling to let go. She twined her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her.
She looked up at me, eyes dark, lips already swollen.
I hovered there for half a second, everything in me wound tight.
“Still with me?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes.”
I braced my hands on either side of her, the space between us tightening quickly. Waiting stopped feeling like an option.
Our breathing picked up, mingling together. I trailed my hands up her sides and under her bra, filling my palms with her. I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. My fingers moved with purpose, learning and claiming as she kissed me harder.
She made a sharp, needy sound against my mouth when I pressed closer, and it unraveled what remained of my restraint.
I pulled her bra free as I trailed my lips down her throat, her collarbone, her chest, until finally, I took her nipple into my mouth.
Her hand fisted in my hair, holding me in place.
I pressed closer, all my focus locked on her, on the way she moved against me. God, I wanted more, and I was running out of patience with myself for holding back.
Her moans became louder as I sucked harder on her nipple, feeling it harden against my tongue. With one hand still exploring her curves, the other slid down to cup her ass, pulling her closer still.
I pulled away from her nipple with a satisfied smile before kissing my way down her stomach, stopping just short of her panties. I glanced up at her for confirmation.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
I didn’t.
I slowly peeled her panties off, revealing smooth skin underneath, which was petal-soft against my lips.
I kissed my way to her wetness, tasting her, and fuck me if she wasn’t the best thing I had ever tasted.
I let out a low growl and pressed my tongue into her, then delicately flicked it against her clit as her hips ground into my face.
I paid attention to her responses, adjusting to every shift of her body. She told me what she needed without words, and I was a good listener after all.
Zoey pulled my hair, pressing me deeper where she wanted me. I could have lived a lifetime between her thighs. With my fingers, I teased her entrance, rubbing circles over her sensitive skin.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” she whispered.
I smiled against her. “Whatever you want, Zoey,” I said as I slid two fingers inside her.
“Yes, Liam, yes… just like that. So good.”
I kept the rhythm exactly where it was and felt her start to lose herself, moaning louder each time I touched that sensitive spot within her.
With every moan that escaped her lips, every movement she made against my hand, my cock grew harder and harder, straining against my briefs. Fuck, she was breathtaking.
My name fell from her lips like a prayer, and it was all I could do to stay steady, stay focused on her reactions. I let the world narrow down to her and nothing else.
When she came, screaming my name, shuddering underneath me, I couldn’t help but kiss my way up her body, reveling in the taste of her pleasure, her sweat. Our lips met in a heated kiss as our tongues dueled. The taste of her on my tongue was fucking intoxicating.
She clung to me like ivy to a brick wall, her fingers digging into my skin, leaving traces of love bites. “Fuck,” she murmured against my mouth before pulling away slightly. “More. I need more.”
She pushed my boxers down and looked at me with open approval.
“Fuck me,” she said.
I thrust into her in one quick motion, eliciting a loud moan from both of us.
“Fuck, Zoey, you feel too good,” I groaned against her ear.
My hips met hers, our rhythm quickening as her nails dug into my back. I held onto her, supporting her as we rocked together. It felt so right. Her walls gripping me tightly; every thrust causing me to lose my mind a little more.
My hands found their way back to her breasts, massaging and tweaking the nipples gently. With each thrust, we got louder, our breathing ragged. She wrapped her legs around me, her back bowing off the bed. It felt like heaven being one with this woman…so perfect in every way possible.
“I’m close,” she murmured.
“So am I,” I said. “Stay with me.”
She did.
I thrust harder and deeper into her, loving the way she milked my cock. “Come for me, Zoey,” I growled against her lips as we crashed together in a heated kiss, our tongues dancing as we both found our peaks.
She came, screaming out my name as waves of pleasure washed over us both. I held onto her tightly, kissing every inch of her neck as I exploded inside her.
“Fuck, Zoey,” I moaned against her skin, unable to find words for how good it felt.
We collapsed together, our chests heaving with exertion as we came down from our high.
It was perfect. She was perfect.
We stayed tangled together, her blue hair spread over my chest, neither of us rushing to move.
The thought crept in quietly, without panic or resistance.
I didn’t want this moment to end.