He halted immediately, inspecting my expression. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just feels like that thing must be two feet or something.”
“Wish it was as absurd as that, but I’m just moving that slow, I guess. Don’t worry. There’s not much more. And you’re handling me like a pro. We can stop if—”
“No. I don’t want to stop. I want to go all the way. Just, can I have a moment?”
“You can have as many moments as you need, Pretty Thing.”
He leaned down some more so that his forearm was pressed against the mattress beside me. With his other hand, he stroked my face as our bodies lay flush.
Like before, his face was so close to mine, and he ran his nose down my cheek.
I threw my head back once again. As I felt my confidence returning, I begged again, “Give it to me, please.”
A slight jerk from him and the pressure within me climbed, urging me to moan.
“That’s it. That’s all there is. You did it.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile with him.
I fucking did it!
“Oh, you’re fucking proud of yourself for taking me so well?”
“Can’t even describe how fucking proud I am of myself right now.” I chuckled. “I deserve a fucking award.”
“Let’s stay like this for a minute. Let you get used to this.” He gazed down at me, looking so perfect. “What?” he asked, as he seemed to notice something about my expression.
“I was thinking how much more beautiful you look when you’re inside me.”
He hooked both of his arms under mine, our faces just there, right before one another’s, his breath hitting my lips again.
I wanted to bathe in it.
“You tell me if I go too fast,” he said as he slid out slightly before pushing back in. “And then tell me when you want it faster.”
He earned a laugh before he started offering a few thrusts, which hit me inside just right, leaving me twisting and writhing about under him. He slid his hand beneath me, pulling me closer to him as he continued pushing inside me.
I felt like I must have looked so foolish the way I was moving around in his hold because I was just going off pure instinct, following the inspiration of my nerves.
“Oh, Ty,” he said in a breathy whisper against my ear.
“Liam,” I called out.
Like with everything else we’d done together, we found our way into a natural rhythm—a dance we somehow intuited so well together. Each thrust sent my nerves into spasms. My muscles twitched about, my thoughts totally scrambled to the point where I couldn’t have told anyone what had happened before this experience or considered any of the things I should’ve been worrying about for my future.
There was only now, and now wasdelicious.
I slid my hand up his back and gripped the crown of his head, drawing him down to me. I could see his nervousness as he looked to my lips.
It was too soon.
“Spit in my mouth,” I told him.
“What?”
“I want to taste you. Please. Please, Liam. I’m begging you. Let me taste you.”
He seemed stunned by my request, but he leaned closer, and I heard him work up his saliva, pushing it from his mouth. As it fell, I caught it on my tongue…and threw my head back as I reveled in his flavor mixed with all he worked up as he continued his thrusts.
