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“My turn,” I said, breaking away before I totally lost control. I pulled him up, then pushed him back onto my bed, sliding his boxers off. He levered up on his elbows, his abs engaged, showing off his six-pack, the beautiful V of his hips. I encircled his cock in my palm, running up and down his shaft. He hardened even more, pulsing in my hand, and another surge of energy raced through me. Emboldened, I knelt down before him, tracing my tongue along his erection, licking the salty tip, tasting him. He fisted his hands in my hair, pulling me in closer, and I wrapped my lips around him, taking as much of him in as I could. He groaned as I played with his balls, squeezing them lightly, making him twitch in my mouth. After a few minutes, I pulled away, straddling him on my bed.
He drew me down onto his chest, crushing his mouth to mine. Every inch of my body on fire, Liam traced his fingers up and down my back, teasing me. My body taut as a rubber band, even the slightest flutter against my skin lit me up from the inside.
“I want you. Now,” I said into Liam’s open mouth.
“Just a sec.” He disengaged, moving away from me.
“I’m on the pill, so we don’t have to use protection if you don’t want.” I caught his gaze, trying to figure out his reaction. He paused for a long moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.
“You’re okay with that?” he asked, tipping his head to the side.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He didn’t wait to hear more. Flipping me over onto my back, he spread my legs with his hand, teasing me with his fingers. Dipping in, then out, first one, then two, I let out a soft sigh, my body pliant for him. I’d had my fair share of hook-ups, but I’d never been with a man who knew how to stroke my body in all the right spots, in exactly the right way. Liam was a freaking maestro, and I was merely his instrument as he wrung the perfect notes from my body.
“Please,” I half-moaned, begging him through gritted teeth.
He grinned down at me, quite enjoying this torturous dance we had going on.
“I like watching you on the edge,” he teased, his hand freezing mid-stroke. I wriggled my hips against him, urging him to continue.
“And to think I thought you were a nice guy...”
He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Looks can be deceiving. I thought you were kind of shy, but I’m definitely rethinking that now.”
“Not shy. I just don’t much care for most people.”
“I take it I’m not in that category.” He brushed a stray lock of hair from my eyes, tucking it behind my ear.
“You’re currently naked in my bed, so no. Good assumption.”
“And here I thought I was bad at dating,” he said, dropping his lips down onto mine.
His spicy masculine scent enveloped me, and I sighed into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his hips, drawing him in closer to me. He took the hint, lining himself up at my entrance and easing in. My body accepted him, and we worked our way into a nice rhythm. All conscious thought flew out of my mind then—my relationship fears, my worries, any hesitancy I’d had about him—vanishing into the air. No space existed between us, leaving no room for doubts.
Right now, at this moment, the only thing that mattered was our connection. So palpable it felt like I could reach out and touch it, taste it, hold it in my hands, a solid, fibrous rope securing us together.
A wave of ecstasy rolled over me, my body shuddering as I peaked, climaxing around him. To my horror, hot tears welled up in my eyes and I willed them not to spill over.
What the fuck?I’d just had one of the best orgasms of my life. Why the tears?
I bit down hard on my bottom lip, but still the tears spilled out, leaking down my face.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked, concern in his eyes. He reached out, wiping wetness from my face.
I nodded, unable to make sound come out of my mouth.
Liam gazed at me, confusion etched on his face. And still, I couldn’t stop crying.
Holy hell.
“Macy, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His tone was soft, worried.
“No,” I whispered. “And I don’t know what’s happening. I’ve never cried before. Sorry—it’s weird. I’m weird.”
“No, you’re not. It’s fine.” Liam withdrew, pulling me into his strong chest, rubbing my arms in long, reassuring strokes. “Shh,” he murmured into my hair, his breath warm and comforting. “It’s okay.”
I eventually stopped crying as the sky darkened and night fell. We lay there in silence for a while, long enough for me to get my shit together.
