“One, I am your pillow.”
“Exactly.” I tighten my arm over his abs.
“And two, you just moaned when I talked about giving you happy.”
I press up to stare him in the face. “I did not.”
“You did.” His smile is so bright and wide I’m momentarily dumbstruck.
“You’re incredibly handsome. Do you know that?”
“Don’t try to cute your way out of this.” He winks. He freaking winks at me.
Oh, God. I can barely function around him as it is. His protective nature, his gorgeous physique, the ink—which was never my thing, but it turns out it so is. But his smiles and playfulness added to his adoring me? “Toast.”
“You can have breakfast after.” He slides me to straddle him.
I like the power of being on top. I’ve never had much confidence in taking control or being the one to set the rhythm. I tend to get lost in my head. But looking down at Liam, at the powerful man below me, I’m not only shocked that he would allow it, but I want to own my place here. I want to be in control.
I slide my center against his cock trapped between us, loving the feel of his crown and that bead as they slide along me and press into my clit.
“I have no problem getting off while watching you take your pleasure, baby. But I really want to be inside you.”
I open my eyes, not realizing I’d gotten lost in myself. Holding his gaze, I reach behind me, position him where we both want him to be, and slide ever so slowly down until he’s fully seated inside me.
Oh God, I love this. I love being with him, love having him deep inside me, love the me I am when he’s around. I love… him.
“Oh.”
What can I do to not lose him? How do I keep my husband after the arrangement is done? My nose tickles but I stuff it down.
“Lorien?”
“William.”
“Nothing, baby.” He pulls his pelvis into the mattress before stabbing up into me.
Moving both my hands from his pecs to sit fully upright, I grind down on his cock. “I’m in control right now.” I glide up to grind back down.
He starts to slide both hands up before realizing his bad shoulder won’t comply. One hand behind his head, he watches me ride him like I’m his personal brand of entertainment.
I’m stuck in my head, though, wondering how to live after knowing this kind of perfection.
We’re not typical. We certainly don’t look to the world as though we make sense. But somehow, we do.
I see in him everything I need to make me whole.
I see in him… my future.
55
off the rails
Liam
Watching Lorien ride me has gone from fascinating to worrisome. Her gallop has become less than a trot.
Her eyes are closed, her nose looks almost pink, and her face has gone from pleasure to lost in thought.
