“You’re so tight, baby,” he said, grabbing hold of my ass. “You like that?”
“I need that,” I told him, remembering to breathe.
“Yeah, you do, but you aren’t in charge here, you understand?” His voice calmed me. I believed he was in charge, and trusted him to take good care of me.
“I understand,” I said, panting as his cock fully entered me.
My elbows braced me as he thrust in and out, rubbing against my g-spot harder and deeper than I’d ever imagined possible.
It was amazing. I’d never felt so filled in my life.
“I’m going to make you scream, remember?” He pushed himself in fully, and this time he was right. I did scream, because an orgasm washed through me, rippling through my walls, crumbling my old ideas about sex and love and being fucked.
This was more than any of those things. This was chaos awoken; this was consuming passion. I knew what I needed, what I wanted. I was saying yes when it was before me.
This was about being the woman I wanted to be.
He came, too, and when he pulled away, I collapsed on my back, the final rush of the climax sweeping through me.
He lay down next to me, right there in the candlelit waiting room. He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. Raising my hand toward his lip, he kissed the back of it. For some reason, this gesture caused my eyes to prick with tears. Not because I was head over heels or felt some sort of love at first sight; no, my eyes pooled with tears because Liam had given me a gift.
“Thank you,” I whispered, turning my head to look at him. He met my gaze; he didn’t turn to hide.
“Do not thank me. I’m not finished with you yet.” His eyes filled with the hunger I’d seen earlier. “But first I need to get you all washed up.”
He stood and reached for my hands to pull me to him. Surprising me, he pulled me up into his arms, where I fit perfectly. Then he carried me out of the room toward the shower.Chapter FourteenLiam set me down and turned on the showerhead. The small bathroom quickly filled with steam and we smiled at each other the way two people do after they have just shared the intimacy of their bodies.
“This cabin used to be used by guests, until it was converted for massages,” he explained. “That’s why there is a shower.”
“Do you live here, on the island then?” I asked as we stepped inside the hot shower.
“Most of the year.” He set his hands on my waist, looking in my eyes, as the water ran over us. Our bodies were now soaked, and still awake from the mind-blowing sex we had just shared. “You live close by?” he asked.
“No, I live south a few hours, in the city. But it’s beautiful here,” I said, and then I started to smile. A giggle escaped me.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s just, this is the most talking we’ve done since we’ve met.”
“You want to talk more or less?” he asked.
“Usually I’d say more, but right now I don’t really give a fuck about anything or anyone else.”
He gave me his signature smirk, and pressed his hands over my hair, tucking it behind my ears.
“You’re amazing, Callie.”
“And why’s that?” I asked coyly, as I began stroking his bare chest, then playfully plucking his nipples.
“Ouch,” he said, laughing, stepping under the spray of the water. “First off, you’re amazing in bed.”
“We’ve never actually been in a bed,” I point out.
“Okay, you are amazing on your knees and on your back,” he said, playing along. “And you’re gorgeous—God, your eyes.” He looked right at me, then dropped his gaze lower. “Your breasts,” he said more softly, leaning down to kiss the rise of my chest, sucking on my nipples.
Heat began to grow between us again, and I let out a soft moan. “Then there’s your ass.” He gave me a gentle spank, and looked at me with that melting smile.
“What else?” I murmured.
“That pussy of yours is just begging to be licked,” he said, before falling to his knees. He planted kisses on my belly button, and then went lower; leaving a row of kisses all the way to the space between my thighs that was pulsing with desire.
Moaning louder now, I pulled my hands through his hair as his tongue began to run over my pussy deftly. He circled my clit with precision, sucking me so good and steady. He was in no rush; he was taking his sweet time to get me off.
I pressed my body back against the wall as the water ran over my naked flesh. My back arched as he flicked his fingers over my bulb, rubbing me hard as I felt myself come.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said. His words quickened my pulse and I screamed out as my thighs seized with climax. The walls inside me rocked as his fingers pressed deep inside.