“You’re amazing. But we need to shower. You’re covered in my cum.”
I giggle, “Yes, I am.”
After he adjusts the temperature, we step into the shower, he immediately washes me clean. He gives me everything I need. Fucking me rough and then taking care of me with gentle hands. He cups my cheeks and kisses me tenderly.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head.
“When I saw you at the bar that first night, I craved you like you wouldn’t fucking believe. You and that God damned cupcake. I didn’t dare dream that I’d be lucky enough to call you mine.”
A tear rolls down my cheek, “I love you, Liam.”
“Baby girl, I love you so fucking much. I need to know when you’ll marry me. I’m dying. I need you to be my wife in the worst fucking way.”
I smile as I wrap my arms around his waist while the water runs down my back. “I’d like to wait until we know what’s going on with Ivy. I would be so happy if she could be our flower girl. But either way when we know for sure about her, we can set a date.”
He washes my hair and lets me wash his incredible body. Our shower time has quickly become some of my most cherished moments. When we get out, he dries me off before carrying me to bed and cuddling beside me.
I lay on his chest absentmindedly, running my fingers down his chest.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, babe.”
“You were my first, so I don’t know. Um…I know you had others, so I’m curious, is it always this good? I don’t know why anybody ever leaves the house.”
He chuckles, “Most definitely not, baby girl.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t satisfied?” I ask.
He pulls me tight against him, “Baby girl, I would tell you. But I promise, I’m more than satisfied. Yes, there were others before you, but never anyone like you. No woman ever matched my sexual appetite. There were only a few that even happened more than once. I was always too rough.”
“Wow.”
“You were the first I had anal sex with.”
I pop my head up and stare at him in shock, “What?”
“Yeah, that first night was the first time for me.”
I lay my head back down over his heart, “What made you do that for the first time with me?”
He groans, “I don’t know if I want you to know. It’s really fucked up.”
I kiss his chest, “Please.”
“I didn’t know you were a virgin. I thought, if I did that it would be too far. I thought you’d leave me alone. I guess, I figured you’d be so turned off by me, you’d never want me again, and I could keep my relationship with my son intact.” He blows out a deep breath, “I wanted you so fucking bad. But I didn’t want to want you. I knew it was wrong.”
“I’m sorry.”
I don’t even know what to say beyond that. I was aggressive with him, and now I know he didn’t want me to be.
“Look at me.”
But I don’t. I stay exactly where I am.
“Please don’t be confused. It was not a request.”