His fingers picked up speed, his thumb working my clit in tight circles while two fingers thrust into me. “What else? Tell me the thing you’ve never told anyone.”
The words spilled out before I could stop them. “I want you to wake me up in the middle of the night. I want to feel you pushing inside me before I’m even fully conscious. I want—” I gasped as he added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. “I want you to use me. Like you can’t help yourself. Like you need me so badly you can’t even wait for me to wake up.”
“Jesus Christ, Ava.” His voice was wrecked, his hips jerking against me involuntarily. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I want to feel you everywhere,” I continued, too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore. “In my mouth, in my pussy. I want to be so full of you that I can’t remember what it felt like before. I want?—”
“Fuck, Sunshine, I think your mind might be as dirty as mine,” he whispered against my ear, before nibbling mylobe. “If you say any more, you’ll make me come in my pants and that’s not what I want. What I want right now is for you to come all over my fingers.”
He curled his fingers just right, his thumb pressing hard against my clit, and I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, and I turned my head to bury my face against his neck as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My inner walls clenched around his fingers, my whole body shaking as he worked me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless against his chest.
When I finally came back to myself, he was pressing kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. His fingers were still inside me, gentle now, and I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my back, straining against his shorts.
“You good?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Better than good.”
Everything was perfect. I never wanted to move from this spot, held in Liam’s arms, feeling like the center of his universe.
We spent the rest of the afternoon by the river.
Liam’s requests continued, each one pushing me a little further.Tell me your dirtiest fantasy.I did, and the way his eyes darkened made me feel powerful instead of embarrassed.Let me take a photo of you. Just for me.I posed for him, shy at first, then bolder when I saw how he looked at me through the screen.
Once, a group of floaters drifted past—adults I didn’t recognize, so I assumed they were tourists—on inner tubes, laughing and splashing each other.
But otherwise, we spent the day alone, Liam requesting different things that always left me feeling loose, relaxed, and more pleasured than I’d ever been.
By the time the sun started to sink toward the horizon, I’d lost count of how many times he’d made me come. My body felt languid, satisfied, completely wrung out in the best possible way.
“Come on, Sunshine. Let’s get you home. Our yes day isn’t over yet.”
I let him pull me up, my legs still a little unsteady. We gathered the blanket, shook off the sand, and made our way back to his truck hand in hand. It was the first time we’d been able to hold hands like a real couple, and my heart ached with longing for something I knew he couldn’t give me.
But God, today had made me want it more than ever.
Wanthim.
I wanted him to be mine, but that was a fantasy I was too afraid to voice.
The drive back was quiet too. I leaned my head against the window, watching the fields blur past, my body still humming with the afterglow of the day. Liam’s hand rested on my thigh—casual and possessive, like it belonged there.
Like he had a claim on me.
If only he knew how much of a claim he really had. He’d probably run screaming in the opposite direction. There was no doubt in my mind he’d end this before we’d finished my list.
When we pulled up to my parents’ house, it was fully dark, and I didn’t love the idea of being alone in that big house. What I really wanted was to invite Liam in. To have him hold me all night long.
But I knew that was crossing a line.
Liam walked around the truck to open my door, and I pushed my crazy emotions aside.
“I had a good time today,” I said as I stepped out of thetruck. It felt inadequate—today had changed me on a fundamental level—but I didn’t have words for what today had actually been, nor did I think he’d want to hear them.
His smile was almost shy, different from the wicked grins he’d been giving me all day. “Me too.”
He walked me to the porch, and when we reached the door, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. It wasn’t a hungry or demanding kiss. It was sultry, like he was savoring every millisecond that our lips were touching. And it wrecked me more than anything else we’d done today.
When he pulled back, his thumb traced along my cheekbone.
