Ella rubbed her thighs together and moaned, raking her fingers through Liam’s thick hair and fisting it. She pulled him closer.
He hummed his approval against her skin.
The fine vibrations did impossible things to her already distended nipple.
“Please,” she gasped. Desperation made her awkward, but her hands sought out his erection and she gripped it, sliding the broad girth through her fist. So smooth. Hot. Hard. She followed the length back up with slow calculation and discovered a fine sheen of arousal coating the head. Shifting her grip, she smoothed her thumb through it and across the sensitive tip.
Liam huffed out a wordless sound and then lifted his head to reclaim her mouth. Their tongues dueled, desperation flavoring every touch, fueling every nip, shaping every sound. Alternately pushing and pulling, he directed her toward the bed as if he were a choreographer. Mosquito netting slithered across her bare shoulder and arm, and Ella shivered. Then the edge of the mattress was there, and she found herself being laid down with extreme care, his kiss never ending, his touch never ceasing.
She wallowed in myriad sensations, her body fluid, molten, under his heat.
Liam broke the kiss, and she mewled in protest. There were no words to ask him to return to her mouth, particularly when he began trailing kisses down her body, tracing his tongue around each nipple, circling her belly button and then—
Ella arched off the bed when Liam’s mouth closed over her sex, where she most craved touch, stimulation, manipulation. Anything.
Everything.
She cried out in protest when he let go, falling back on the bed as he tugged her hips to the very edge.
“Patience,” he said, mouth barely touching her overheated skin.
“Screw patience,” she ground out, lifting her hips to him in a wordless demand.
She felt him smile. “That’s the plan.”
Liam’s control had begun to unravel on the beach when he’d taken Ella’s mouth in that first kiss, but this—the taste and sound and feel of her—dismantled him in a rush. His mouth worked her hard, driving her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, until Ella shook with the need.
Her frustrated cry had him sliding a single finger into her tight sheath and using his thumb to caress that sensitive nerve bundle as he used his free hand and teeth to rip open the condom he’d tossed on the bed. Unchecked need had him shaking so badly it took both of his hands to roll the condom down his length, but he managed. Barely.
Looking up, he found Ella’s glazed eyes locked on the jutting length of his cock. She whimpered, hips undulating with primal need.
Liam was undone.
He gripped her hips and pulled her toward him. Then, eyes on hers, he surged forward and sheathed himself in her tight, hot sex with a single thrust.
Ella arched her back so hard only her shoulders and feet were on the bed. She took him to the root even as her hands scrabbled and fisted the duvet, seeking purchase.
There was little finesse and even less control as instinct took over, driving his hips in a base thrust-retreat-thrust motion echoed by the sound of skin striking skin with a rhythm that spoke of bodies in motion.
Ella gripped his arms for leverage and gave as well as she received, lifting her hips to meet his every drive. She was wild and uninhibited and everything he’d ever dreamed of in a lover. He wanted more of her, all of her, and would settle for no less as he fucked her with a brutally raw passion he’d thought himself incapable of.
Reaching between them, he found her swollen clitoris and pinched it.
“Liam!” she cried out, eyes going wide.
The first flutters of her orgasm clutched his cock, and his balls drew impossibly tighter. The base of his spine burned with warning a mere second before heat scorched his length and his own orgasm overtook him. No more warning than that.
He was reduced to a frantic pumping of hips and ragged breaths and shattered thoughts as he rode out the sensations that threatened to dismantle him, body and soul. Grinding his hips into hers, he gave a final thrust as she went limp. Straining, a final pulse rocked him and he collapsed forward onto her.
Their hearts thundered one against the other, the frenzied beats adopting a kindred rhythm.
She shifted beneath him, and he managed to move his body onto the bed beside her, rolling to take her into his arms in a move as foreign to him as democracy was to dictatorship. He’d never been one for postcoital cuddling, but just then, the idea of letting Ella go wasn’t acceptable.
His chest tightened with an unnamed emotion when she snuggled back into him so that he spooned her. They fit together as if they were a two-piece puzzle. He felt like he should say something, offer some sort of commentary on their situation, but Ella beat him to it.
“You’re way behind, Webster.”
“Webster?”