His breath tickled my already swollen wetness, and when I thought he was about to push back to stand, he speared his tongue into me.
I yelped before a moan escaped me in a sound that was so twisted with need that he told me he was about to come.
He’s on his feet now, his boxer briefs on the floor, and his beautiful cock in his hand.
He’s sheathing it with a condom he yanked out of the nightstand drawer.
I can’t take my eyes off of him.
It’s not just his impressive body. It’s him.
He’s gentle in a way I never knew existed, but there’s more there. I felt it when he slid a finger into me just as I came a second time. His touch was demanding.
He fucked me slowly with his finger, sliding in a second and then another to ready me for what’s to come.
“Don’t judge me based on tonight.” He huffs out a laugh. “I’m not a minute man, but I swear to fuck that I’m not going to last.”
Crawling onto the bed, a smile takes over his mouth. “You’re gorgeous. If I drop dead tonight, I will have lived a happier life than most men.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “You’re not going to die, Liam. I might. Look at that thing.”
Cupping his cock in his palm, he raises a brow. “This thing?”
Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra. “You’ll go slowly, won’t you?”
“She asks me that right before she flashes the most beautiful set of tits in the world.”
I settle back on the bed. “You’ve made tonight special for me.”
He crawls over me until his hands bracket either side of my head. “It’s just as special for me.”
I give in to it then, to the overwhelming need to be with this man.
His lips find mine as he notches the tip of his cock against my opening. When he pushes in, pain bursts through me, but I breathe. I take slow breaths as he slides in and then out, each time a little deeper.
His thrusts are smooth and measured as I adjust. His lips never leave mine. Our uttered sounds and unspoken words mix together as we find our rhythm.
“I need more,” he says through clenched teeth. “I need more.”
I twist my hands in his hair. “Give me more.”
He does. He fucks me hard with a hand on my hip and my name falling from his lips.
Writhing beneath him, I claw at his shoulders, unrecognizable words pour out from my between my lips. I race over the edge and into an orgasm that blurs everything but him.
With a roll of his fingers over my clit, he chases his release, and when he comes he roars my name.
Chapter 31
Liam
I begged her to spend the night with me, but Athena left after we fucked.
I didn’t let her run right out the way she did last time. I cradled her in my arms and told her a story about the history of Grand Central Terminal.
She asked questions and laughed when I knew every answer.
This city has always fascinated me. When I was a kid, I’d spend my summers researching the little known facts about centuries-old buildings and the people who once lived and worked there.