Chapter 14
I make Liliana come on my tongue again, and then one more time with my thumb on her clit while I make her beg for release. By the time she’s caught her breath, she’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and she’s staring up at me with worn-out surprise.
“How many was that?” I ask.
“Th-three,” she pants out. She’s propped up on her elbows, her eyelids drooping from exhaustion. I don’t think she could stand even if she wanted to, and I take great pride in that.
“How many times do you normally come?”
“Um. When I’m with someone, or when I’m by myself?”
“Whichever is more.” I drop a kiss to her shoulder before smirking. “So I’m assuming by yourself, probably when you’re thinking of me.”
She’s already flushed, but the pink in her cheeks deepens. “I think my record is five? I’m not sure.”
I nod. “We’ll go for six today, then.” I’d shoot for more, but I don’t want to wear her out too much. We have plenty of time to build her stamina and work that number upward.
Liliana’s eyes practically bug out of her head. “What?”
“You heard me. You look absolutely beautiful when you come, little star. I need to see it again.” And again, and again.
Her lips part, and she melts a little when I meet her gaze. It was exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
“Let me have it, Liliana. Let me have as many orgasms as I can pull out of you.”
“But—but what about what you want?”
“This is what I want.”
She frowns, shaking her head a little. Her gaze drops to my shorts. “It’s not fair, though.”
“You’re not hearing me. This is what I want. It’s what I like. Now, you’re going to come on my fingers again, and then you can pick how you come for the next two, all right?”
Liliana’s eyes are still glued to the outline of my cock through my shorts, and she lets out a longing moan. My girl is greedy for me, and I love it. But I don’t know if I can last long enough to make her come three times on my dick. Not with how stunning she looks stripped bare for me.
My fingers slide over her clit, and she lets her head drop back. I keep my movements slow, not wanting to make her come too fast. The buildup is supposed to be just as enjoyable as the climax, in my opinion.
When she gets close, I lean in until my lips are right by her ear. “For the record,” I say lowly, “yes, I’ve always wanted to steal you from my son, and I wish he could see you like this. I wish he could know just how badly you’ve wanted me for the past few years.” I speed up my movements, just slightly. “Wish he could see how wet you get for me.”
“Marcus!” Liliana’s body tenses, and then she’s coming so hard she falls back onto the table. Her back arches as her orgasm crashes over her in a violent wave. She writhes under my touch, gasping and crying out.
Completely mine.
When I finally let her come down, she takes a minute to get her breath back, and then she shakily sits up. “You’re the devil.”
“And you love it.”
A smile blooms on her face, bashful at first. As it grows, warmth spreads through my chest. I love seeing her like this.
“I do,” she says before tugging me into a light kiss. “I wish he could see me like this, too. I wish…”
“What?”
“I wish past me could see us. Could know… could let herself… could…” She sighs. “I don’t know.”
“Could see herself finally stop settling?”
Liliana nods.
“I wish so, too, little star. But mostly, I’m just happy you’re finally at this point.”
“Me, too,” she whispers, looking up at me with all the sincerity and trust in the world.
“Now, how do you want to come next? With my mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”
Her fingers trail down my front until she’s toying with the button of my shorts. “Your dick. But first…” She stands, grabbing onto me when her legs wobble. “Oh god.”
“You all right?”
“Mmhmm. Better not to stand for this, anyway,” she says as she lowers herself to her knees. She gets my shorts undone before I slip my arms under hers and lift her back to her feet. “Marcus! What’re you doing? I wanted to—”
“Not this time. I’ve waited long enough to fuck you, and if you put my cock in that mouth of yours, there’s no way I’m lasting.” I push her onto the table. “Now spread your legs wide for me.”
While she does, I shove the rest of my clothes off. Her gaze turns even greedier at the sight of my dick. I stroke it with one hand while I use the other to lift one of her legs and place it on my shoulder. She leans back on her hands for balance while I slide my cock over her clit.
“You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?” I ask. “Like doing whatever I tell you to.”
She nods, whimpering as I tease her entrance with the head of my cock. And god, that sound. It affects me ten times more than I ever imagined it would.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” Liliana begs.
“Trust me,” I tell her gently before kissing the spot right above her ankle. “I’ll give you everything you need.”
When I finally slide into her, pleasure ripples through my body. Liliana feels perfect, like a little slice of heaven that I get to keep all to myself. She must feel the same way because she lets out another high-pitched whimper.
“Goddammit, Liliana. If you don’t stop making that noise, I’m gonna come way before either of us are ready.”
Her eyes widen at that, and something fearful flashes in them. Her gaze falls to the spot where my cock is lodged inside her. “Marcus. Marcus, I’m not on birth control.”
“I had a vasectomy years ago, baby.”
It takes a second for the words to register, and then she relaxes. “And you’ve been tested recently?”
I nod, internally kicking myself for being such an ass. “All clear. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you all this beforehand.”
“We both got carried away.” Her fingers brush against my arm. “Um, I’m all clear, too. Got tested after Nate…”
At the mention of what he did, the light fades from her eyes. She glances away, but I take her chin between my fingers and guide her gaze back to me.
“Right now, it’s just you and me, little star.” I push into her a couple more inches, and satisfaction swells in my chest at the tiny moan that escapes her lips. “Just focus on me.”
“You,” she whispers.
“That’s right.” I take her free hand and place it over my chest so she can feel how fast my heart is beating. “You’re still good with this?”
She nods, rubbing her thumb against my skin. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
Fuck.Her touch, our connection, the hopeful way she’s looking at me—how can I tell her no? Not that I want to. This woman has me completely wrapped around her finger, and I’m not the slightest bit ashamed of it.
My thumb finds her clit, and we both moan as I pull out and then thrust into her. I find a steady pace, not too slow but not too fast, and stare down at her while she drowns in the sensations. Her hair is a mess and her lips are swollen from kissing me. It’s a sight I plan to see daily once she’s moved in down here.
Liliana comes quick and hard. Her screams fill the room, echoing off the ceiling and egging me on. Feeling her come around my dick and knowing she’s falling apart because of me brings me dangerously close to the edge. And dammit, I’m not ready yet. I promised her another orgasm, but I can’t last like this. So I pull out and crouch down, burying my face between her legs.
“Fuck!” Liliana grabs at my hair, and I relish the burn of her pulling it tight. Even if she’s overstimulated, she still doesn’t want me to stop, and I fucking love it.
“That’s it,” I say, only pulling away for a second. “Show me how much you love watching me eat this pretty pussy of yours.”
She gasps as I go back to sucking on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. I chuckle at her squirms. My girl has no idea of the things I plan to do to her. This is nothing.
Liliana’s moans go straight to my dick. It aches to be inside her again, but my need to fuck her isn’t nearly as strong as the need to hear her come again. So I work her with my tongue until she’s sobbing out my name and writhing on the table.
Once her legs are trembling again, I stand and slam into her. She cries out, grabbing at my arm, and I freeze.
“Did I go too hard?”
“No,” she gasps. “Do it again. Please, Marcus.”
So I do, fucking her hard and rough. I tease her clit with one hand while gripping her hip with the other to make sure she can’t get away from me. Her lips are still parted in shock, like she’s fucking surprised that I’m making sure she’s satisfied.
“Did you forget what it’s like? Hmm? Did you forget how it feels for a man to take control and wring all of the pleasure out of your body?”
“Mar—Marcus!” she chokes out.
As her orgasm overtakes her, my body finally gives out. Leaning down, I shudder as I come deep inside her, and I can’t help the breathless moan that leaves me. Last night was good, but this? Having her body against mine while we both come together? It’s almost more than I can handle.
“You come so beautifully for me,” I whisper in her ear.
Liliana screams into my shoulder, her body straining to find some way to release all the pent-up tension inside her. I’m still playing with her clit, not quite ready to let her wind down yet, and she clenches around my cock. Fuck, I’m too sensitive for this, but I’m not ready to pull out yet. All the air rushes from my lungs, and my grip on her hip tightens as I ride out the overwhelming sensations from still being inside her.
I let my hand fall from her clit, and Liliana relaxes some. As I finally slide out of her, I groan, the sound ragged and breathless. She watches me with an unreadable expression before kissing me softly.
Even though I’m worn out, I want to do it all again. I doubt my body could handle it, though, so when she pulls back, I let her.
“I should, um…” Liliana clears her throat. “I should go pee.”
When she slides off the table, her legs immediately give out, but I was expecting it. My arms are already around her waist, and I keep her from falling. She groans as I lift her and place her back on the table.
This.This is how I want to keep her. Freshly fucked, breathless and sweaty, and unable to stand on her own.
“Maybe give yourself a minute,” I say with a chuckle.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to take more than that,” she mumbles, nuzzling her face against my chest. Something in her voice sounds off, but I can’t quite place it. “So… so tired.”
“You can.” I caress her hair, smoothing it over and holding her to me. “And mark my words, Liliana, you will.”
With an exhausted noise, she lets herself fall back onto the table, hitting her head on the wooden surface with a thud.
“Careful,” I murmur, brushing her hair out of her face.
“I’m okay,” Liliana whispers, and the reassuring smile she gives me contradicts the tears in her eyes. She presses her lips together and looks away, trying to control it, but the tears fall onto her cheeks anyway. When her face scrunches up, she places a hand over her mouth and shuts her eyes.
“Hey.” Gathering her into my arms, I tug her into a sitting position. I keep my voice gentle and soothing as I say, “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
My first thought is that this was too soon, but I push that worry aside. There are many reasons people cry after sex, and not all of them are bad.
“It just—” She’s broken off by a sob that wracks her entire body. “I—I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s all right, little star.” I stroke her back. “It’s all right.”
That only seems to make her cry harder. While she does, I rock her back and forth. Panic threatens to overtake me, and this time, my thoughts win.
You’re a damn fool for thinking she was ready for this.
You’re just as selfish as Nate.
Why couldn’t you just wait?
Guilt settles over my shoulders, heavy and painful. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to focus on the softness of Liliana’s skin as I run my hand up and down her back. She needs me to comfort her right now, not to get lost in scolding myself.
So I hold her while she clings to me. I don’t say anything until she goes quiet, the only sound coming from her an occasional sniffle. When I pull away to get a good look at her, her eyelashes are clumped together, and her cheeks are soaked.
“Little star,” I whisper.
Her bottom lip begins to tremble, but she gulps in a breath to keep herself from dissolving into tears again. “You’re just… you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Marcus,” she says shakily. “And everything I didn’t think I’d get.”
Dipping my head down, I lean my forehead against hers, closing my eyes in relief.
Liliana reaches up to touch the star tattoo behind her ear. “I used to think I would. I told myself I’d never settle, that I’d never tolerate someone who didn’t respect me. But then…”
My heart aches for her. We may be here now, but that doesn’t erase the past. It makes perfect sense that she’s mourning what could’ve been. It’s something I had to do, too, years ago.
“I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to come to you,” she whispers. “I would’ve saved us both from so much pain. So much loneliness. We could’ve…”
“I know.”
“And Marcus, I’m so scared.” Her voice is small and shaky. “I’m scared I won’t be enough again. Please just… please tell me this is going to last. Tell me that’s what you want. Tell me you won’t…” She looks away again.
“Oh, we’re lasting, Liliana. I’m yours until the day I die, and until then—and after then—you never accept less than what you deserve, you hear me?”
“Not even from you?”
“Especially not from me. Never less, little star.”
“Never less,” she whispers.
Lowering my head, I kiss her tenderly. I wish I could take everything Nate did to her and make her forget. Better yet, make it so it never even happened. But I’m only a man, and all I can do is hold her close to me and do my best to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.
“I know this is all fast,” I murmur as I stroke her hair, “but I promise you, my feelings for you have only grown over the years. That’s not going to change. I want to love you for an eternity, but I’ll take however much time fate decides to give us. And I will never, never think that you’re not enough.”
“I want that, too.” Her arms close around my waist, and she leans against me. “I want… I want us to work.”
I don’t think she realizes it yet—just how far I’m willing to go for her. If she didn’t want to move down here, I would’ve picked up and followed her anywhere. Still will if she changes her mind. And that’s just the beginning. I’ll stop at nothing to remind her of what she’s worth.
Liliana stifles a yawn. I wore her out, and if I’m being honest, she wore me out, too. That nap earlier wasn’t enough.
Carefully, I lift her into my arms and carry her upstairs and into my room. She stays silent while I clean both of us up and make her comfortable in my bed. I crawl in next to her, making sure to pull the covers over her shoulders.
Having her naked body tucked into mine like this has something settling inside me. I’ve been waiting for this, praying that it would happen—holding an empty space in my heart just for her. Now that she’s here, everything finally feels right.
“What’re we doing?” she finally asks. She moves, nestling in even closer to me.
“I want to hold you.” I clear my throat. She’s mine now. The time for holding back is over, so I tighten my arm around her waist and admit the truth. “Need to.”
She makes a small noise—one of contentment and happiness. “No complaints from me.”
After that, she falls asleep so quickly I think she might’ve broken a world record. I listen to the sound of her soft breaths while my mind drifts to our conversation downstairs.
My Liliana needs reassurance. Not just that I care for her and that I always will, but that she’s not about to make a huge mistake. Coming down here and being with me is a lot of change all at once. Especially after what Nate did to her, of course she feels unsure.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind some reassurance myself. For all intents and purposes, I truly did steal my son’s girlfriend, and I don’t feel a single ounce of remorse. Maybe that’s not good.
With a sigh, I shoot off a couple texts, and then I settle in next to Liliana and drift off into a light sleep.