Liam shudders beneath my touch and curses under his breath.
“I need you to be specific, beauty,” he husks. “Because I’m hanging on by a thread, and I don’t want to misunderstand what you’re asking for.”
I kiss his neck as I increase the pressure of my hand. Liam is no longer touching me. His hands have turned into fists beside him. I run my tongue down the column of his throat and watch those fists tighten in the quilt from the corner of my eye.
“I can be specific,” I whisper against his chest. “I want your body against mine. I want your tongue in my mouth. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to be so full of you that I can’t speak, only feel. I want no barrier between us, so I can take your cum and really be yours.” I’ve never been shy in bed, but I’ve never felt secure enough to be quite this bold. I feel sexy. Warm. Powerful.
“You—I—fuck. Fuck.” Liam bites out the curse before moving so fast that I’m shocked by the motion. “You want me?” he growls as he presses me into the mattress, bringing his hard body over mine.
“So much,” I whimper. And, God, it’s so true. I want him so, so much. If he walked away from me right now, I’d—
“I fucking want you more than you’ll ever know.” His voice is sandpaper. “You are mine, Taryn. My beauty. My world.My wife.”
Before I can react to those words, he thrusts inside me and I gasp at the feel of him. I struggle to accommodate his size. He stills to give me time to adjust, but his breathing is ragged.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful, Mrs. McGuiness.” His eyes shine with lust as he studies my face. His hand trembles as he cups my cheek. “Tell me when you’re ready.” His mouth lowers to mine, while his lower body remains completely still as he’s buried inside me.
I kiss him with all the passion I feel. Dirty. Raw. Perfect. I begin to squirm under him. My hands run over his broad shoulders. I can’t be still any longer. I need him too much. “Now, Liam. Please.” My voice is airy. Thin.
He groans before he pulls nearly all the way out of me. I whimper at the loss before he drives back in, grunting as he fills me. His hips begin a steady motion, working himself deeper inside. My pussy is so drenched that we’re surrounded by the wet sounds of my desire as he plunges into me over and over again.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How good you feel?” His face twists in pleasure as he grunts the questions. I hope they are rhetorical because forming words isn’t possible. I’m too lost in the intensity of this moment. The feral look in Liam’s eyes. The beautiful ache in my core.
I close my eyes and grab onto his large biceps as an anchor. He feels so amazing that I don’t want it to end. I want to feel this close to him longer.
“Look at me.” He barks the order. My eyelids snap open to see his fierce blue eyes examining my expression. “Need you right here with me.” I wouldn’t have believed it possible, but I get even wetter at his possessive words.
“I’m here,” I gasp into his mouth. “Only you.”
“Damn right,” he snarls before his lips attack mine. I can’t believe he’d worry that I’d think of anything else. There’s no chance of that with the way he is owning my body. Consuming my very existence.
His rhythm falters as his cock twitches inside me. My breath hitches as my clit brushes against his pubic bone. He does it again. And again. His pace is erratic, and that only excites me more, knowing he’s losing control. I grind my body upward and groan at the sensation. I’m close. Very close. My hold on his arms tightens.
Liam says something unintelligible before he reaches down and pinches my clit. I come undone. I shout his name and fall apart, quaking beneath him. He growls deep in his chest before surging into me so deep that I clench around him even harder. God. This is amazing. Phenomenal. I’ve never experienced anything like this. My orgasm goes on and on as my body seems intent on milking every last drop from him.
The look on his face is everything as he comes. Pleasure. Rapture. Awe.
LIAM
She is everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.
TARYN
There’s no going back now. And, I can’t describe how that feels. I just had the best sex of my life with a guy who is beyond gorgeous. Who truly cares for me. Who I know would do anything to protect me.
My husband.
He’s the man I’ll have children with. The man who I am absolutely certain I will eventually come to love.
My throat clogs with emotion. My eyelids burn. I’m afraid I might cry. Fortunately, Liam can’t see my expression or I’d die of embarrassment. He’s collapsed on top of me, his face firmly nuzzled in the crook of my neck. I don’t want him to see how much sex with him has shaken me.
It’s ridiculous. It was just sex. I mean, I haven’t had that many partners, so it’s not like I have a ton of guys to compare Liam to. He’s only the fourth guy I’ve slept with. I guess he’s the last guy I’lleversleep with. Regardless, I know I shouldn’t be all in my head over this.It was just sex.
Yet, as I continue to tell myself it’s no big deal, I know I’m a liar. I can’t stop myself from trailing my fingers over Liam’s muscular back. I’m being affectionate and I can’t help it. It’s disconcerting because this isn’t who I am. Like I told him, I am not a feelings person. Last Christmas, Steph bought me a pair of pajamas that featured a cactus on the sweatshirt along with the words, “Not a Hugger.”
After what feels like an eternity, Liam pushes up to look at me. He’s still inside my body, softening. He doesn’t pull out, and it’s confusing. Until I see his eyes. They may be more emotional than mine, and I can see why he kept his face buried so long. He’s struggling like I am.
“I want to stay like this for a while,” he croaks. “Is that okay?”
