One hand found my folds again. He parted me, making room for his tip to nudge against my entrance. I met his eyes. They were wild, dark and ravenous. In one swift motion I sat up then forced myself down onto his cock. His moan matched my own as my inner walls spread and clenched around him. I dug my nails into his chest, lifting my hips to take him deeper. The firm squeeze on my breasts made me bite my lower lip. I could feel every hard inch pulsing in me, pleasure spiraling higher with every swivel of my hips.
He let his fingers roam over my flesh, squeezing, grabbing and kneading. Every touch sent me closer to the edge. The heat inside me increased by the second. We moved together, him thrusting and me bucking, our bodies meeting one another in this animalistic ritual.
His fingers found my clit again as he circled his thumb around and around, pressing down. With that, another orgasm tore through my body, sending me into a tailspin of pure bliss. I cried out his name with a ragged moan, the sound resonating through the walls of the bedroom.
As I pulsed and fluttered around him, he groaned and jolted his hips upward. His cock twitched inside me and I knew he was following me into that bliss.
After long moments, my muscles relaxed and I collapsed onto him. His legs went limp, his low moan audible over mine. We lay still, gasping for breath together, trembling in the aftermath.
"Holy fuck," he groaned.
"Mmm," was all I could muster.
When I could finally move again, I rolled over next to him, snuggling my back up to his chest. I could feel his cock still half-hard against me.
His finger trailed and up down my stomach, circling my belly button, mapping out my skin. A slow trail of kisses up the back of my neck had me giggling like a besotted schoolgirl. His hand crept lower and lower.
"Stop," I half-moaned, half-laughed. "I can't go again. I'm done."
Liam hummed in amusement and crushed me to his chest. "Just want to make sure you've gotten your fill."
"I appreciate your generosity but I'm more than satisfied."
He squeezed me again. We lay there cuddling as our breathing evened out. I was just about to drop off into sleep when he spoke.
"Can I ask you something?" he said in low tones.
"Anything."
He went quiet. I could practically hear him thinking, could hear his hesitation. I was filled with a sort of dread, wondering what terrible subject he was going to ask about.
"What changed your mind?" he finally spoke up.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes.
I was glad he was pressed against my back, so he couldn't see the panic in my eyes. I didn't know how much to tell him. How much to reveal to him.
But if I was going to be in this, truly in this with him, I couldn't keep it to myself.
"I was afraid," I confessed.
"Of what?"
"Of opening up," I said. "Of being vulnerable. Of being weak."
Liam huffed out a snort. "You're one of the strongest people I know."
"Sometimes," I agreed. "But I wasn't always. And I never wanted to feel like that again." I turned in the circle of his arms. "But I realized something up there on that stage. I don't feel weak around you."
Liam's eyes went soft, understanding. He stroked my hair with a soft hand.
"It was just like you said before," I continued. "When I'm singing, I feel like I can take on the world. But I realized, I don't want to do it alone."
I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek.
"I want to take on the world with you by my side."
