He pumped his fingers in time with his tongue. A quick pace that turned me breathless and desperate. “More,” I begged, my voice trembling with need.
“Want you coming on my fingers first,” he said, voice rough and lips glistening with my wetness. It was easily one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. He curved his fingers, and my jaw dropped with a gasp. “Come for me just like this,” he ordered, arching those thick fingers in a come-hither motion. “I know you can do it for me, sweetheart.”
I moaned low. Jesus Christ. With that voice? Looking up at me like I’d hung the moon? I’d walk through fire for him.
My head tilted back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut at how good he felt. He knew everywhere to touch and lick and tease. Because he knew me. Every dark corner, all the ugly piecesI tried to hide. Knew all of me and stayed and loved me in spite of it all.
“Lee,” I whimpered, right at the edge. I reached for his free hand, and he interlocked our fingers, his grip tight.
“That’s it,” he murmured, sounding pleased. “That’s my girl.”
His girl. Those words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking me straight over the edge. I came hard; thighs tightening around his head, his name a strained cry on my lips, my hand tangled in his hair.
And when my breathing evened, he crawled up my body, leaving kisses in a burning trail of heat on my skin. Wordlessly, he grabbed one of my legs and hiked it over his hip. Our eyes locked. My chest tightened at the love in his eyes. The devotion.
His hips nudged forward, his cock slipping in slow enough I could feel every hard, glorious inch.
I reached for his arms, bracing against the stretch. His jaw dropped on a groan, watching as he filled me. “Goddamn,” he grunted. “So fucking tight, baby.”
“I think you just have a huge dick,” I said with a breathy chuckle. Memory definitely hadn’t done this justice either. I’d never been so full, like every single inch of me was consumed by another person. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He looked up at me, concern clouding the lust in his eyes. “Too much?”
I cradled his face in my hands, bringing his mouth to mine. “Perfect,” I murmured against his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”
He kissed me then before pulling back and surging forward roughly. My eyes fluttered shut. Our moans tangled together, mixing with the storm raging outside.
Liam fucked me slow and hard. Steady. Unfaltering. Just like he’d always been. Like I knew he’d always be.
“God, Steph,” he groaned in the crook of my neck, kissing everywhere he could reach as if he couldn’t get enough. I’d never felt so treasured, so special.
He took my hands off his back and planted them on either side of my head, our fingers interlocked. His eyes were warm, loving, all-seeing when he looked down at me. “I love you,” he said, each word punctuated with a thrust that melted me almost as much as the words had.
I’d had boyfriends say that before, but I knew they didn’t mean it. They loved Stevie, not Stephy. They loved the glitz and glamor of being with someone famous. They loved the perfectly packaged version of me.
Liam meant it. He loved every part of me. The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.
My throat grew tight, my hands gripped his harder. “I love you too.” The words tore out of me raw but true. Truer than anything I’d ever said.
He groaned low, animalistic even, and moved faster, hips snapping into mine, as if those words unleashed something inside him. Something primal, programmed to claim. The bed creaked beneath us. The headboard smacked against the wall so hard I worried it’d dent the drywall.
He let my hands go and knelt back on his knees, gaze roaming over my body. “Steph…sweetheart…fuck me, you are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
I groaned when his thumb landed on my clit. “God, yes, just like that, baby.” My hands went to my breasts, kneading them and teasing my nipples. Pleasure zipped down my spine like the lightning outside. It settled low and thick, trickling through the rest of me like hot honey.
“I’m gonna… You’re gonna make me come.”
He drove into me harder, faster. He moved like every ounce of muscle in his body was devoted to me and my pleasure.Sweat prickled my skin and beaded along his hairline. Both of us gasping as if we were each other’s only source of air.
“Give it to me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Want you coming on my cock while I pump you full—make you mine.”
My eyes rolled shut, muscles tightening at his words. “Oh fuck, Liam, please.” His thumb moved faster on my clit, building that pressure low in my belly with every stroke.
His eyes met mine. They were wild, hungry. “Yeah? You want my cum, sweetheart?”
I nodded, whimpering. “It’s mine. Every last drop.”
“Jesus Christ,” he growled, dropping forward onto his forearms, his forehead slick against mine. His thrusts turned erratic, his moans growing louder. And then he was coming, hard and loud and absolutely perfect with my name—my real name—on his lips.
