Page 11 of Stronger Than Love

When he finally released me, I nearly fell on my ass, as I was so busy trying to turn around to see him. Holy moly he had grown and towered over me, his shaggy black hair falling into his eyes. Gone was the lanky boy, and in his place stood a man with wide shoulders and lean hips. The girls in my class would go mad about him if they saw him.

“Look how tall you are!”

His full, luscious lips turned up in a cocky grin. He grabbed me and spun me around again. “All the better to carry you!”

“Liam Doherty, put me down!” I demanded between peals of laughter.

“Nope. I like you just fine where you are.” He always made his nope pop when he said it, and the familiarity of it made me feel at home.

We walked down the beach together, holding hands as if the past few years hadn’t happened, and we were still sixteen, instead of me turning twenty this summer. The afternoon turned into twilight, and the darkness enveloped us as we watched the stars emerging one at a time on our special mound that overlooked the old lighthouse.

“So is there a trail of broken hearts at university?” I asked, rolling onto my tummy to watch Liam. He lay with one arm behind his head as a pillow.

A faint smile ghosted across his lips. “You know my heart only belongs to you.”

My heart skipped a beat and my teeth dug into my bottom lip. It would sound crazy to anyone else, but I knew he was telling the truth because I felt the same way. Every boy who approached me was batted back with vague disinterest.

Our eyes locked, and gathering my courage, I straddled his hips. Slowly my head lowered to his until our lips met. He was the only person I’d ever kissed, and the reason for me avoiding relationships with anyone else was explained by the sensation in my lips as they moved with his. Tingles started at my mouth and cascaded down my body to create tension between my legs.

No man may have touched me there, but my fingers had wandered to my clit when I felt hot and bothered to alleviate my symptoms.

Liam’s hands landed on my hips to steady me as we lost ourselves in reacquainting ourselves with each other. His cock stiffened under me and instinctively I rubbed myself on his bulge. He groaned, his grip on me tightening.

I wanted him with an intensity that set fire to my blood. Every night, one of my housemates enjoyed sex and ensured everyone heard her. They all thought I had a boyfriend back home, which was technically true since he was currently under me as I devoured his mouth.

“Truth or dare, Liam?” I said into his mouth.

He groaned when my fingers struggled to open the button on his jeans, but his hand covered mine. “I’d say dare but I’m terrified that you’ll tempt me right now,” he muttered. “I want our first time together to be something we both remember.”

Reluctantly, my forehead rested on his and I pursed my lips together. “It feels like we’ve been waiting forever,” I moaned.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Liam spun me over fast until I was on my back under him and his body was cradled between my thighs. “I really need to be inside you, but there is no way our first time if going to be outside where anyone can see us.”

My cheeks burned at his words, considering I hadn’t thought of that. “I just want to find out what all the hype is about,” I whispered, my arms snaking around his neck to draw his lips down to mine again.

His chuckle vibrated over my face. “Why don’t we find out tomorrow night?”

I closed my eyes as his lips crashed into mine and he took control. Some things needed to be experienced through touch and feeling alone and Liam’s kisses fell into that category.

We could wait one more day.

***

Mum had gone out for the day with Mrs. Munroe from the other side of the village. Her husband was principal at the local high school. Together, they were a gossiping force to be reckoned with.

All my underwear lay on the bed as I chewed my lip and tried to decide what to wear to lose my virginity. Was there an etiquette to this ceremony, a disrobing instead of the normal donning of robes for auspicious occasions?

“Do I get to choose?” The male voice behind me made me jump and grab the front of my robe to tug it together.

“Liam! You were meant to meet me later…” I melted into him when his arms circled my waist to haul me against him.

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” he muttered into my neck as he trailed kisses down my sensitive skin. My head canted to the side unconsciously to give him access.

“You do realise that the point of tonight is to get you out of your clothes?” I gasped as his fingers skimmed the edge of my robe to find the sensitive skin of my breast.

My eyes locked with his as his fingers slid under my robe to close over the orb of flesh that no one had ever touched before. His other hand landed on my hip to stabilise me as I swayed. My mouth fell open as his thumb flicked over my nipple.

“Liam,” I whispered, my hands gripping his arms.

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