“You’re not hurting me, it just feels really intense but so good, Liam. Please don’t stop. I need this, I need you.”
His eyes soften, a vulnerability crossing his features. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch so tender it makes my heart ache.
“Tell me if it's too much,” he whispers.
He carefully pulls back before pushing into me again, his gaze never leaving mine. The pain dulls as pleasure begins to build, radiating outward from where we're joined.
“That's it,” he murmurs, watching my face with such intensity that it’s like he's memorizing all of me. “You're taking me so well, Sara. So perfect.”
I whimper as my body adjusts to him with each careful thrust. My hands clutch at his back, feeling the muscles flex and ripple beneath my fingertips.
“Liam,” I gasp, unable to form coherent thoughts as he moves with more purpose. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, erasing the initial pain, replacing it with something erotic and all-consuming.
“Tell me how it feels,” he asks, his voice strained.
“So good,” I manage between gasps.
He captures my lips again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips. I can feel him holding back, still afraid of hurting me, and I need more.
“I won't break,” I whisper against his mouth.
Something primal flashes in his eyes. He shifts, hitching my leg higher around his waist, changing the angle. The next thrust hits something inside me that makes me see stars burst behind my eyelids.
“There,” I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “God, right there. Oh my God, I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“Me too, baby.” He draws back and drives forward again, angling his hips, and the head of him drags across a spot inside me that makes my body shudder.
A dark smile curves his lips as he strikes that spot again, deliberately. My nails rake down his back and he ducks his head, takes my nipple between his lips, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp, and the dual sensation of his cock rolling deep and his mouth pulling at my breast sends pleasure spiraling through me in crashing, overlapping waves.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” he groans against my neck, his breath hot and ragged. “You were made for me.”
I feel myself clenching around him, drawing him deeper as if my body wants to keep him inside me forever, the relief that we’re finally giving in, propelling me into another universe.
“Fuck! Liam!” I kiss him urgently.
The feeling almost scares me at how it captures me, my whole being.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. When our eyes meet, something electric passes between us. “I want to see you when you come for me.”
I feel my body tightening, muscles quivering as something builds inside me. “But… but I don’t know what it feels like.” I manage the fragile words.
“Let go baby. Just let go,” he whispers, and a climactic wave rises higher than I thought possible at his words. His rhythm grows more urgent, his breathing ragged against my ear.
“Sara,” he growls, his voice strained with need. “I'm close. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” I breathe, pulling him deeper with my legs wrapped around him. “Yes. Please come inside of me.”
His rhythm falters as he drives into me with renewed intensity, kissing me, biting me, and I cry out his name as my vision blurs and a wave of this unknown pleasure crashes over me.
My back arches off the grass, my body convulsing around him, and it steals my breath away as he grunts and hammers into me with long, hard thrusts, burying himself deep inside me one last time.
“Fuuckkk…”
I feel him pulsing, filling me with his warmth as he collapses against me, everything narrows to him, just us.
His forehead presses to mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I feel the wetness on my cheeks before I realize I'm crying.
Not from pain or regret, but from the overwhelming intensity of what we've shared. Something I've been running from for way too long, and then his arms tighten around me, a fortress I once would have fled, but now never want to leave.
