“Oh, Liam,” I say. Over and over. “That feels so good, Liam. More, please.”
When I come, it hits harder than I expect. My head falls back, a long, low moan tearing from my throat as my eyes flutter shut and the world disappears. There's only this blinding wave of ecstasy, sharper and deeper than anything I’ve ever felt.
Liam doesn’t stop. He holds me there, lets me ride it out against his mouth until it finally passes. Only then does he pull away, his boyish face smeared with proof of my climax.
I cup his face, breathless and still trembling.
“Oh, Liam,” I whisper, pulling him in. “You made me come so hard.”
Then I kiss him deeply and hungrily.
A kiss that says thank you.
That says don’t stop.
That says I’ve missed this so much it hurts.
“Emma,” he says, and picking me up, carrying me up a set of stairs, around a corner, into what I assume is his bedroom. He sets me on the bed and crawls between my legs, that dark look still on his face. “I want you. I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you until you see stars.”
He pauses, holding himself at my entrance, “But I need to hear you say you want it, too.”
I swallow hard, the words catching before they tumble out.
“I’m on birth control,” I blurt, suddenly shy.
And there is his grin. That crooked, boyish grin I haven’t seen in years.
“Okay,” he says. “Does that mean yes?”
I meet his eyes and smile back. “Oh, Liam. I want to.”
His gaze holds mine as he slowly pushes inside, and my breath catches. He’s stretching and filling me so fully I can barely think.
For a moment, we’re sixteen again.
I remember his trembling hands at first time, the way he kissed me like I might shatter, whispering that I was beautiful, that I was safe.
He told me to breathe through it, and I did. He was gentle then, so careful, so full of love. And when his cock was sliding in and out of my tight pussy, then I figured out what all the fuss was about.
Years have changed him into a stronger, harder, and rougher person in the best ways. His rhythm is deep and controlled, each thrust a reminder of our growth since those teenage days.
He pushes my knees back, going deeper as his mouth finds mine, his tongue seeking entrance. His strokes are long and unhurried, yet I crave more. I reach between us and push my fingers against my swollen clit, feeling the early build of another orgasm.
“Emma,” he breathes into my mouth. “I won’t last if you do that.”
“We have all night,” I say, biting his lower lip. “You said you were going to fuck me until I see stars, didn’t you?”
He huffs a sound of amusement and surprise. “Challenge accepted.”
Suddenly, my legs are over his shoulders, and we’re barely two people anymore as we wrap around each other, his thrusting picking up pace as he rams into me.
The friction is so delicious, so good, and I cry out as the orgasm threatens to wreck me once again.
“Yes, Emma,” he says. “Fuck. Yes. Come for me.”
And I do, wave after wave, a blissful surge that seems endless, and then he’s growling, and I feel the spasms of his cock as he comes inside of me.
Eventually, we settle into stillness, entwined with each other. Our bodies are warm and spent, the room’s quiet except for the soft sound of our breathing and the distant hum of the world outside.
