“Hope this is okay. Just threw something on after my shower.”
I look down at myself. “It’s great. No need to dress up. I feel the same.”
He watches me as I put up my clothes, and even attempts to help me, but he doesn’t know where anything goes. Points for trying, though.
As he sits on the edge of the bed, I let him know that we finally decided on the venue. He seems pleased by this, and pulls me close, his arms around my waist. A passionate kiss leads me to being on top of him. It’s like he could hear my thoughts because he pushes me off of him.
“Listen, let’s eat first. I need energy for what I wanna do to you,” he says, with a straight look on his face.
“Promise?” I ask with a smile.
Seeing his broad shoulders in his t-shirt, and the shorts barely holding onto his hips, just make me want him so fucking bad. It’s not like it’s our first date and we barely know each other. And even if it was, we are both grown adults. This is the second time she has rejected me. What is going on? Of course, my insecurities start up, wondering if something has changed, or if he doesn’t actually like me as much as he says.
The oven beeps, and he smiles. “Time to build our energy. Let’s go eat.”
I follow him into the kitchen as I take the pork chops out of the oven, and dish them onto two plates. The pork chops were baked with mushrooms, tomatoes, bell pepper and onions on top. Something my father used to make for us all the time. Doesn’t even take his recipe, but it’ll do.
“So, did anything interesting happen at work today?” I ask, just trying to keep the conversation flowing.
“Not really. We didn’t have a single call so we just played a lot of poker. The duplexes are having problems with plumbing, and so we had to reach out to someone to go over and assess it.”
Even though he has told me about them, I forgot he owns the property until he mentions it. “It’s so refreshing to see how much you care for Grapevine.”
We don’t waste any time eating our dinner so we can get right to dessert. So, once we are both done, I gather the plates and put them in the sink and grab a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Let’s go to the couch and enjoy some wine. Maybe watch some True Blood,” I say, joking around.
“It’s not that bad, I guess. Still don’t get the hype around wanting to be a vampire or werewolf, but whatever.”
So he’s been watching it in his spare time? Interesting. It just shows how much he actually cares to go and watch something I like.
We sit on the couch, and clank our glasses together, before I turn on the TV.
“What season is this?” he asks.
“Four.”
I enjoy the wine and try to finish the episode, but it’s gotten even weirder. Now they are witches, and Jason has somehow gotten involved with a coyote, and things are just all over the place. Eric has lost some of his memory and is now nice and has a crush on the main girl. Jesus, can’t they just stick to one type of weird and let it be? No, now they are fairies, werewolves, witches, and who knows what else running around in this fictional world.
“So, what do you think?” I ask, pausing it and turning to him after the season finale is over.
“Why so many different paranormal creatures? Couldn’t they have just stuck with vampires and werewolves? I only watched the first four episodes, so I apparently missed a lot,” Liam says.
Instead of watching more, I have something else in mind that he will enjoy more. I climb up on top of him, and start kissing his neck, while his hands wander up to unhook my bra. He flips over, leaving me on my back, and lays down almost on top of me, taking my shirt and bra off, and then nips at my breasts. The electricity shooting around in my body makes me feel like a teenager again, and wondering how he’s going to feel inside me, but at the same time wanting him to take his time. It’s our first time, and I want to savor it.
So I push him off and slide down his shorts, which doesn’t take much, and his erection is eagerly waiting for some attention. I get on the ground and take it into my mouth, looking up at him through my lashes, wanting to watch him enjoy the pleasure that is going to be coursing through his body in just a second.
He takes the back of my head in his hands, and flings his head backward, as I work my way up and down. It’s a definite turn on when I can see his enjoyment.
“Okay, it’s my turn. Lay down,” he says, raising his voice just a little bit.
I follow his command, and lay down and then he’s on me, kissing me down to my belly button and then sliding off my leggings and underwear. He nips my inner thigh, and then his mouth is on me, and the fire starts to build. The circles he places causes me to moan and writhe under him. Fuck, it feels so damn good. My hands run through my hair, and wrestle with my breasts, trying to keep myself from giving in too soon. I want to enjoy this for as long as possible. He’s not like most men who just want to hurry up and get to the penetration, no he is taking his precious time, enjoying me as if I came to him wrapped in nothing but a bow.
“You taste sweet, but now I want to feel you,” Liam says, wiping his mouth and positioning himself on the couch above me. He looks into my eyes, smiles and then eases himself into me, causing both of us to moan at the same time. Liam kisses my neck, and continues pumping inside me, until we both can’t control it any longer, and we give into utter bliss.
Liam lays down on the couch, covering his eyes with his hand, panting.
“Best damn dessert I’ve ever had,” I tell him.