Chapter 40 Liam #2
Ten minutes later we were on the sofa in our matching Snuggies, sharing a tub of H?agen-Dazs and pretending we hadn’t both been thinking about getting back into bed since the moment we left it.
She tucked her feet under my leg without asking and settled against my shoulder like it was the most natural place in the world to be.
Halfway through the film, her breathing slowed, and the spoon loosened in her fingers. I took it before it could fall and set it on the table, adjusting the Snuggie around her legs.
She didn’t wake.
I hadn’t known what I was missing. Not really.
Was this what it was meant to feel like? Easy, equal, hers as much as mine? If it was, it was a far cry from anything I’d had before.
And this was nothing like my parents’ relationship, either—Wilhelm pulling all the strings, manipulating outcomes to get whatever it was he wanted, my mother always on the back foot, watchful, uncertain of what was coming next.
I let my head rest back against the sofa and closed my eyes for a moment.
Whatever this was with Andrea, it was real, and raw, and sexy, and tender.
And I was starting to wonder if it might be love.
*
The daylight woke me before it woke her.
Somehow, we’d made our way back into bed last night, and now she was snuggled into me, face against my neck.
Every so often, she made a snuffling sound, but I knew she’d insist it was a “heavy breath” if I mentioned it.
Andrea was adamant she didn’t snore, but the woman was so perfect she probably didn’t fart, either.
I kissed the top of her head, and she moved her chin. There it was—a tiny snort against my chest that made my lips curl at the corners. Her hand was draped over my hip, knees bent.
She moved again, then stiffened slightly.
“Is it morning?” she said.
“Yes.” I trailed a finger over her hip, and she made a slight moan. Yep, my dick was wide awake now.
“I’ll get us some breakfast,” I said. I didn’t move. “Unless—”
“Maybe.” She tipped back her head and kissed my throat.
She didn’t want breakfast. Nor did I.
I moved my hand from her side and down over her breast, where it lay heavy against my stomach.
The fingers of her right hand brushed over my dick—fuck, I was even harder than before now. Her breathing quickened, and she looked up at me, makeup smudged from last night.
God, she’s beautiful.
Seeing her in the morning was so intimate. She looked happy. Peaceful.
I groaned and rolled above her, kissing her hungrily, our mouths open. She exhaled as I trailed my lips down and onto the slope of her breast, stopping just before her nipple and circling it with my tongue.
“Liam … mmm.”
Her fingers tightened around me, like she wanted to pull me toward her.
“Andrea.” Her eyes landed on mine, then closed again.
Her nipple swelled beneath my tongue. I pulled back slightly, looking at her—the curve of her breasts, flushed pink. Perfect.
I closed my mouth over her breast again, sucking hard, and rolled her nipple between my tongue and teeth.
She still had me in her hand. Fuck, I couldn’t help myself.
My hips pumped against her, and my cock slid through her grasp, back and forth.
She tipped back her head and cried out. I felt her fingers grasping my hair, pulling my mouth harder against her.
Then her grip loosened, and her hand shifted. When she touched me again, her palm was slick. Had she … touched herself? I slid in her hand, smooth and unexpected. Her thumb circled the tip, smearing the wetness, then her fist closed around me and dragged slowly downward.
I released her breast with a gasp, my head dropping back. When I opened my eyes, she was watching me, smiling.
I kissed her hard, pulling her tight against me as I rolled onto my side.
My hand traced over her hip, across her belly, down.
She touched my balls lightly, and I groaned into her mouth.
Then my fingers slid lower and brushed through her curls as I spread her wide, tracing around her clit but not quite—
“Jesus, Liam, God.”
She was so fucking wet. Her hand squeezed the base of my cock and I reached lower, palm sliding along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
My wrist pressed against her and I felt her hips rock against it.
God, she was soaked. I could feel it on my palm, then my fingers, as I moved slowly upward and pressed my hand against her.
“Liam.” Her voice broke. “Condom.”
I fumbled for the bedside table, nearly knocking over the lamp. There it was, in the drawer. I tore it open with my teeth and rolled it down. Fuck. I was as hard as a rock.
She was watching me, propped on one elbow, with the morning light catching the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her stomach, and the haze of dark hair below.
I moved my body over hers, and she pulled me down, kissing me hard on the mouth as her legs wrapped around my hips.
“Please.” Her voice was a whisper.
I pulled my hips back and positioned myself at her entrance, then dropped them slightly. My tip rested against her, and I pressed in just enough that she gasped.
“Liam, please.” Her hips lifted, trying to take more of me.
I held still, gripping her hip with a hand to stop her moving. “Not yet.”
“You’re killing me.”
I pulled back and pushed in again, just the head, slick against her folds. I felt her warmth around me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Please, Liam. Now.”
I did it again. And again. Withdrew completely, then just pressed the tip into her.
She whimpered and tried to pull me deeper with her legs, but I held myself at her entrance.
All I wanted was to thrust into her, to feel her clench around my cock, but watching her like this …
desperate, needy, half out of her mind …
“Liam, if you don’t … oh my God … please, I need …”
“What do you need?”
“All of you.” She was panting. “Now. Please, Liam.”
I looked down. Her hair was spread across the pillow, her eyes closed.
“You’re so beautiful, Andrea.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
She smiled and pulled me down, kissing me. Soft at first, then deeper.
I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed into her completely, one long, deep thrust.
We both stopped breathing.
“Fuck.” The word tore out of me.
She cried out, hips arching off the bed toward me. I started to move, but she was already coming. I felt her tighten around me, felt her pulse and clench, so intense I couldn’t hold back.
“Andrea.”
I came with her, groaning her name as I thrust deeper.
She shuddered and shook beneath me, hands grabbing at my back, my shoulders.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, so sharp it was almost painful.
Everything else disappeared. The room, the morning light, everything.
Just her body and mine and this feeling that was swallowing me whole.
When it finally stopped, I collapsed onto her, catching myself on my elbows at the last second so I didn’t crush her completely. We were both gasping for air.
I looked down into her face. Her eyes were closed. Then my head dropped down against her cheek and rested there for a minute.
“Fuck, Andrea.”
Her hand slid up my back.
“Funny where matching Snuggies can lead,” she said.