Page 98 of High Hopes

“Want these off, too,” she says breathlessly, tugging at the waistband of my sweats. I grin, shifting just enough to let her push them down. My boxers go next, and we fumble together, laughing when the fabric gets caught on my heel.

She sits back, gaze falling between us, and her cheeks flush again as her hand reaches for my cock. Five fingers wrap around me, firm but hesitant, and I let out a low groan as she strokes me. “God, baby.”

She bites her lip, her thumb brushing over the tip, and I swear I’m about to lose it already. “You’re so big,” she says, her voice filled with wonder.

I laugh, the sound rough and proud. “Not what you were expecting?”

“Haven’t had much time to picture it,” she teases. “Though it’s quite perfect, I think.”

I swallow roughly. “Oh, I have.”

Her head tilts, eyes curious and sparkling. “Have what?”

“Had plenty of time to picture it,” I rasp. “How we’d be together when we’re like this. What you’d feel like suctioned around my cock. How I’d pump into you until you shudder and come apart. How fucking good it’d feel to come while I fisted my hands in your short hair.”

I rake my fingers through her hair now, gently grabbing hold, and she gasps softly. “Liam,” she murmurs, her whole body flushing.

“Sorry,” I say, though my hand stays where it is, holding her close. “Wanted you to know you’ve been on my mind.”

Her lips curve into a shy smile. “Apparently, in many different ways.”

“Mmm,” I hum, nuzzling into the curve of her neck, pressing a soft kiss there. “And which way appeals to you tonight?”

She hesitates, thinking for a moment, then says, “Me on top. I think it might make me feel . . .”

“Powerful,” I finish for her, my hands bracketing her hips. “You are. You have so much fucking power over me.”

Her smile turns radiant, and she leans in to kiss me again. Then she shifts, her hands sliding to the waistband of her panties, and she tugs them off. I follow suit, grabbing a condom from the drawer and rolling it on as quickly as I can.

We’re both naked now, her body pressed against mine, and I can barely think straight. I grip her hips and lift her, scooching us until I’m leaned back against the headboard and she’s still on top of me.

She takes my cock in her hand, aligning me with her, and I hold my breath as she sinks down, inch by inch.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, my head falling back as the heat of her surrounds me.

Her breath hitches, her fingers gripping my shoulders as she takes me deeper. “Liam, honey, want you so bad.”

I tighten my grip on her hips, helping her find a rhythm as she starts to move. It’s quick and jerky at first, but soon, she settles, her body rising and falling over mine. I slide one hand to the back of her neck, the other cupping her hip as I guide her, pushing and pulling, bouncing her in my lap.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp, my voice raw. “Riding me like that.”

Her head falls back, her hair already damp with sweat, and the sight of her—flushed and radiant, completely lost in the moment—is pure magic. I can barely keep my composure as I watch her fuck me, her body moving with a raw, unrestrained sort of desperation.

I thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, and the friction, the heat, it swells in my cock, radiating through my entire body.Every bounce of her hips, every breathless moan that slips past her lips, pushes me closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as her thighs tremble against mine. “Liam,” she whimpers, her voice breaking, “I—I’m—”

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with need. “I want you to come.”

Her body tenses, her movements stuttering as she shatters around me, a soft cry escaping her lips. She tightens, pulses, squeezes on my cock, and the sensation is so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that it pulls me right over the edge with her.

I come hard, my release slamming into me with a force that steals my breath. My vision goes white, and for a moment, I swear I’m seeing a whole galaxy of stars. I think we both are.

Her body collapses against mine, trembling, her forehead resting on my shoulder as we try to catch our breath. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, my fingers brushing gently over the damp skin of her back.

“Birdie,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. My voice is soft now, reverent, like saying her name is some kind of prayer. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Mmhmm,” she says, too spent to form words, and I grin from ear to fucking ear. Whatever this is between us, whatever we’re building together, it’s everything. It’s infinite.

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