I wrapped my arms around his neck, every inch of me pressed against every inch of him—including his rock-hard cock. Liam held me tight. “I love you, Firefly. Thank you for trusting me.” His voice was raw and gravelly and needy.
“I do. I trust you, and I love you too.” I squirmed against him. This was sweet, but my body throbbed, begging for more.
Finally, Liam took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of my bed, pulling me between his legs, and kissed me, slow and deep until I could barely stand. His hands slid under my shirt, touching me everywhere as he pulled it off, my bra right behind it. He rained kisses across my chest, his tongue teasing circles around my nipple before he sucked it, the hard jolt shooting straight to my core. “Liam!”
He switched sides, licking and sucking and caressing, the scruff of his beard the most delicious contrast to his touch. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, my hands going to hispecs, teasing his nipples and tracing the ridges of his muscles, desperate to feel him too.
“Take your skirt off,” he said, his breath wafting across my heated skin.
“You do it.”
With his eyes on mine, so intense and adoring, he pushed my skirt and leggings off, leaving my underwear on, his hands igniting a trail of fire down my legs.
“So beautiful, Firefly.” He gripped my hips and pushed me back, shifting his leg between mine, and then he pulled me in, dragging my throbbing core along the rough fabric of his jeans.
Oh God! I grabbed him, holding on for dear life as he slid me back and forth, my underwear barely a barrier against his thick, denim-clad thigh. Heat pooled, need built, and I felt wet down there. I’d never…not like this. “Liam?”
He held me still, tilting me back just enough to meet his eyes. “You good, Firefly?”
“I—yes. It feels good. I just…”
“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
“You want more of this?”
I nodded again.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
His lips captured mine, and with one hand on my hip, he dragged me against him, his other hand holding me close. I grabbed his neck, pulling myself even closer, grinding right up to the erection trying to break free from his jeans. “Liam,” I moaned into his mouth. “More.”
His fingertips dug into my hips and he rocked me against his leg.
“No.”
He froze.
“Make love to me.”
“Firefly,” Liam breathed. He set me on my feet, then dropped to his knees in front of me, dragging my underwear down, kissing my stomach. Oh God, and lower. Every muscle in my body tightened in excitement, my heart pounded, and my…pussy…pulsed. He stood, and with his eyes locked on mine, he pulled a foil packet and a little tube out of his pocket and tossed them on the bed, then unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his boxers to the floor.
We were naked. His cock was huge. The biggest one I’d ever seen. Not that I had much to compare it to. Not that I was comparing it at all. No, there was no room in my mind for anything else with Liam like this, like a piece of erotic art on display just for me, a beauty meant to be fully appreciated…his muscles, that V cutting a path to his cock, its smooth mushroom head jutting toward me…
Liam speared his hands into my hair and tilted my face up, but I was too distracted by what was going on down there. “Look at me.” He waited until I dragged my eyes up to meet his. Oh, his eyes were beautiful like this too. So alive and sparkling. “You good?”
“Yes. I–please.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Firefly.” He sat on the bed and scooted back until he was sitting against the headboard, then beckoned me to him. “C’mere.”
I climbed on the bed and crawled over. He took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, straddling his thighs, he cock between us. The first trickle of apprehension came over me. Everything was going so well, but this…I didn’t want it to ruin it.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Firefly.”
“I’m good. Can we just…keep going? Where’s the condom?”