Understanding dawned in her eyes, followed by something warmer. Softer. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Condom?” I asked.
“Nightstand.”
She reached over, fumbled in the drawer until she found one. Took it from me, tore it open with her teeth, and rolled it on me.
Then she positioned herself over me, eyes locked on mine.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She sank down slowly, and the heat and tightness of her made my eyes nearly roll back.Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. “You feel so good.”
I gripped her hips, helped guide her as she started to move. Slow at first, then faster. She braced her hands on my chest, rode me with a confidence that was so fucking sexy I could barely think.
I watched her—the way her head fell back, the way her breasts moved, the little sounds she made. This was good. This was right. This was what I should want.
And I did want it. I wanted her.
She leaned forward, kissed me messy and desperate, and I thrust up to meet her. She moaned against my mouth, and I swallowed the sound.
She moaned. “Liam—”
We found a rhythm. Hard and fast, the bed creaking under us. My hands gripped her ass, fingers digging in as I pulled her down harder, meeting each thrust with my hips driving up. Her nails raked down my shoulders, sharp enough to sting. The sensation was almost too much—the wet heat of her sliding up and down my cock, the friction making my entire body tense with building pressure.
“God, Liam—” she gasped. “So good—”
I could feel the intensity building—her walls fluttering around me, her breathing getting ragged, her movements more desperate and uncoordinated. My abs clenched with each thrust. Heat coiled tight at the base of my spine.
I gripped her hips then slowed down the pace.
“What?” She looked down at me, chest heaving.
“I want you on your back.”
She smirked. "Anything."
I lifted her off me and guided her onto her back against the pillows. She went willingly, watching me with those dark eyes as I settled between her legs.
This. This felt different, more intimate, face to face. I pushed back inside her slowly, and we both groaned.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re so deep like this.”
I couldn’t form words. Could barely think. She felt amazing—tight and hot and perfect around me. I started to move, finding a rhythm. Not rough, but present. Grounding.
“You feel so good,” she said, her hands coming up to cup my face.
I kissed her, one hand sliding behind her neck. Gentle. The kiss was slower now, deeper. Not just desperate need—something more.
“So do you,” I said against her mouth.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. I thrust harder, and she cried out.
