Clinging to the sheets and to him, I dig my nails into his forearm where his hand moves between my legs. Seeking for him to ground me so when my orgasm hits, I won’t completely float away.
I clench around him on each retreat, allowing the head of his cock to drag inside me and catch, and his mouth moving over every inch of my skin he can reach is pure fucking torture when all I want is to kiss him. Twisting my head back, I seek his lips with mine, and he pushes up with his free arm enough to allow it.
His tongue tangles with mine, each of us warring for supremacy, even though we know he’s in control.
Liam McBride is consuming me the way flames do the logs on the fire.
He has me pinned, has me prone, has me exactly where he wants me, but it’s also exactly where I want to be.
In his arms.
In his bed like this.
Waking up every morning to his voice, his kiss, his breath fanning against my neck, and his strong arms wrapped around me.
My breath hitches, and he doesn’t miss that.
He never misses anything.
He knows I’m getting close.
And given the frenetic way he’s moving, so is he.
It doesn’t take long before heat starts to spread out from where we’re connected. Until his thrusts become harsher to match his labored breath.
Time seems to still in the split-second before I come, as I feel all the places and ways we’re connected deep in my soul. And when I finally give in to the release, he captures my scream, swallowing it down as he comes on a strangled groan, emptying himself inside me.
Our frenzied movements eventually slow, becoming a drowsy rocking of our bodies together until we both sag into the bed. His arm wrapped around me tightly. His still-hard cock twitching in my cunt. His entire being filling my heart.
It thuds wildly.
Struggling to find a normal beat when the rest of my body tingles and nerve-endings fire off randomly with spikes of pleasure.
Silence settles over the room, punctuated by the birds starting to wake outside the window.
And eventually, my racing heart starts to calm.
My lungs begin to feel like they’re working properly.
Liam releases a long, shaky breath, then slowly withdraws from me and allows my leg to slide down onto the mattress, earning a little groan from both of us.
I immediately miss the heat of his body, the possessiveness of his hold. When he climbs from the bed, I roll toward him, reaching out. “Where are you going?”
His hooded gaze rakes over me, as if he’s trying to memorize every single inch of me and how I look at this exact moment in time. Before I can say anything, he bends down and scoops me up in his arms, earning a little yelp from me as I loop mine around his neck.
“What are you doing?”
He nuzzles my sweat-slickened neck. “Taking you to shower.”
Like he did last night after he thoroughly dirtied me up…
My skin tingles with the memories of how he washed me. Cleaned me. Worshipped me again and again under the continuous fall of steaming water.
And I know what he’s doing.
He’s drawing out these precious few moments we’ll have together before everything changes.
I want to thank him for that, but I don’t want to break the spell by even mentioning it. Instead, I kiss him as he reaches the top of the stairs and press my forehead to his. “Thank you.”
