“We won’t.”
She kisses me first this time. It starts soft, like she’s relieved. Like we’re reconnecting instead of feeling desperate. Our hands exploring each other slowly, reverently.
Every breath. Every kiss. Every touch is grateful. Intentional.
When I carry her over to the bed, I set her down and slowly peel off her clothes. It’s not chaos or urgency. It’s a closeness I’ve never felt with anyone but her.
I want to take this slow. I want to make love to her.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as my mouth moves along her skin between her neck and shoulder.
She says my name like it’s a prayer.
When she reaches for my clothes, I stand and undress. Her eyes watching my every move.
Once I’m naked, I crawl between her legs, settling my body over hers. She slides her hands up my abs and chest, making her way to my neck, guiding my mouth to hers.
“Liam, kiss me.”
I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue. Slow, deliberate. I glide my tongue along hers, and we savor each other.
“I need you,” she moans.
“You have me, baby.” I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck.
I push up so I’m leaning over her, my arm bracing my body.
Her hand snakes between us and wraps around my dick, sliding up and down, squeezing my tip, making precum coat the head.
I lean down and lick the tip of her nipple before wrapping my lips around it. When I bite down on it, she runs her hands into my hair, holding my head in place.
“That feels so good,” she moans.
I move to the other, then release it with a pop. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I sit up, leaning back on my heels, and look down at her swollen pink pussy. She’s spread wide for me, and I could easily lose control. But I want to take my time.
I move my hands up her thighs and reach under to grab her ass. Then I bring her hips down to meet my cock and slide it through her slit, soaking my shaft with her arousal.
My cock reaches her opening, and our eyes meet when I slowly push into her. I let out a breath, then swallow her moan with my mouth.
I push into her to the hilt. Our eyes still connected.
“You’re mine, Alie.”
“I’m yours. Always,” she whispers.
I release her legs and pull out just long enough to straighten my body over hers, bracing my arms on either side of her head. I push in again, slowly, our eyes locked.
“More,” she whispers.
I push into her harder, circling my hips, and she gasps.
“You like that?” I lean down and lick her bottom lip.
“So good.” Her hips meet my rhythm, and we kiss, tongues tangling, tension building.
My orgasm is getting closer as our hips thrust together. And I can feel her starting to pulse around my dick. So, I pull back from our kiss to catch my breath and bury my head in her neck, licking and sucking.
