“How do you want me, Lucky?”
His murmured words against my heated flesh take a second to register.
The answer is easy.
“Every way.”
He chuckles low and darkly in that way that only seems to come out when we’re tangled together like this, when he completely opens up to me and lets himself loose from all the silent things that constrain him. “I meant right now, Bluebell.”
I slide my hand back between us and grasp his cock, gliding my thumb across the head and spreading the slick pre-cum. He trembles, and the feel of his body aligned with mine, the way he completely controls me in this position, makes me never want to move from it. “Just. Like. This.”
His cock twitches in my hold, and I arch my hips, giving him better access. He pulls his hand from between my legs long enough to lift my thigh up and back, spreading me open for him so I can guide his length into me.
And he doesn’t hesitate.
He drives in on a long, slow thrust that makes my breath catch.
“Fuck…” Liam murmurs the word along my shoulder before his teeth dig into the flesh there, and the sharp bite of pain makes me buck onto him, allowing him to slip that final half inch inside, until he’s buried so deeply inside me that I’m not sure where I end and he begins. “So fucking good, Bluebell.”
It is.
It sooo fucking is…
He kisses my neck and pulls his hips back to drive into me again, starting a slow, sensuous rhythm that has me bowing into him. His hand slides forward from my hip and his fingers find my clit again.
Ghosting over it.
A fleeting glance.
Playful teasing that has my pussy clenching.
I gasp at the featherlight touches, at the exquisite torture as he rolls his calloused fingertips across it expertly. Because even though he’s new at this, he understands me and has almost since the moment we met.
What I want.
What I need.
Because he’s taken the time the last few nights to learn. To ask. To find out exactly what will send me flying. And the long, slow thrust of his hips, his thick length spreading me open so completely like this, and the head of his cock hitting that perfect place deep inside me is sure to do just that this morning.
Unlike last night, this is a harried rush to find release.
This is a sensual assault designed to drive me to the brink and leave me dangling from the precipice only to reel me back in again. Release hangs in front of me, just out of reach as the tide of pleasure rushes over me, threatening to drag me under, but Liam keeps me buoyed, keeps me tethered to him in the here and now.
“Liam—” His name comes out on a harsh exhale, my breath catching as he hits exactly the right spot. “Fuck…I?—”
My head spins, making it impossible to speak.
Impossible even to think…
“Tell me what you need.” The low growled order against my ear makes me move on him more frantically. His grip tightens, fingers digging into my sweat-dampened flesh and twisting me even tighter. “Tell me, Bluebell.”
“Harder.” Gasp. “Faster.”
He obliges, increasing his pace, taking it from the slow, sensuous glide that it was to a harsher rhythm, the slap of our flesh against each other now filling the loft. His fingers play over my clit faster, and he takes it between them and pinches, twisting it sharply.
I gasp and buck in his hold, but his hand there keeps me pressed on him, keeps his cock filling me.
Good. Fucking. God.
