Page 59 of Claiming Ours
“Okay,” I murmured. “I trust you, Liam. I know you wouldn’t put me in any kind of danger, whether that’s emotional or physical.”
Instead of responding, he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me. Both legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and he sealed his lips to mine, our mouths devoured each other. His tongue danced with mine as I rubbed my drenched core against his rock-hard abs. Already turned on, the slight friction sent bursts of pleasure sparking through me, driving my movements faster.
With one hand palming my ass cheek, Liam slid the other between us and pinched my swollen clit between two fingers. Itossed my head back, shouting his name. My hair slid between my shoulder blades as I came apart from the minimal touch.
Breaths coming in quick pants, I straightened, finding Liam smirking.
“Good girl,” he praised while moving those two fingers to my entrance and pushing inside. “I said you needed to be nice and loose for my cock to fit into this virgin pussy without hurting you, so we’ll need a few more of those with me stretching you with my fingers.”
A pitiful mewl escaped at the thought of him pushing inside me, of feeling something other than fingers or a toy. Last night was a tease, a preview of that amazing stretch I knew would come when he finally thrust inside.
Liam added another finger, the angle and pressure making my breath hitch at the mix of pleasure and pain. Grunting something I couldn’t understand, he lowered me, urging me to lean back while spreading my legs wide with gentle taps with his foot against one ankle and then the other.
Kneeling between my legs, the now-hot water soaking his dark hair and slipping down his handsome face, he thrust those three fingers back inside. My sharp inhale turned into a moan when he pitched forward, sealing his lips around a peaked nipple. The back of my head tapped against the wall and rolled against the white tile. The pump of his fingers mixed with his sucking on my nipple had me inching higher toward that perfect bliss. The addition of his thumb flicking my clit shot me over the edge with a nearly silent scream.
Panting through the aftershocks, my lids fluttered open, only to find him staring in awe at where his fingers were buried inside me. When he leaned in closer, I gripped what I could of his hair, stopping his movement. Gray eyes met mine through dark, wet lashes.
“Enough. I want this, Liam. I want you now. Stop playing with me and fuck me.”
A determined expression overtook his face as he slowly stood and swooped me up in his arms. I wrapped mine around his neck, holding my drenched body against his. After shutting the water off, Liam stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and strode into the bedroom. He carefully lowered me to stand on my own, untangling my arms so he could kneel in front of me.
“Liam,” I protested as he swiped the towel along my skin, soaking up the streams of water.
“I’m giving myself a second here, sweetheart. That way I won’t take you too hard the first time. You don’t deserve that.”
I stilled his hand with a firm grip on his wrist. “I might be inexperienced compared to you, but I decide what I do or don’t deserve, Liam.” His brows shot up, no doubt surprised at the conviction in my tone. “I want you exactly the way you want me, so stop treating me like I’m made of fucking glass.”
It took all of two seconds for him to process my words before he dropped the towel to the floor, lifted me into the air, and tossed me onto the bed. The mattress gave beneath my slight weight, bouncing me an inch in the air. Liam trailed soft kisses up one inner thigh, then the other, along my stomach, and between my breasts as he moved up the bed to hover over me.
Anticipation had my heart hammering, my breaths shallow and erratic as I waited, focused on his face, the concentration in his eyes. Forearms pressed into the mattress on either side of my head, he shifted his hips, sliding his cock between my slick lips. A depraved groan escaped, my eyes squeezed shut as he nudged at my entrance, the thick head pushing inside like it had last night. Sparks danced behind my lids while my body adjusted around his girth.
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” he murmured. “I need you to open for me.”
Adjusting on the duvet, I did as instructed, gasping in surprise when the new position allowed him to slide in deeper.
“Good girl, that’s it. Feel how your virgin cunt stretches for me, a perfect fit.”
Gripping the back of his neck, I urged his mouth down to mine, needing a distraction as he pushed in deeper. Our lips moved, tongues dancing while he worked his thick cock into me inch by inch. The slight burn from my body accommodating his girth had my lids flying open. His gray eyes were already locked on me, no doubt studying my reactions.
“You okay?” he panted, placing gentle kisses along my cheek and jaw.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Keep going. I’m good.”
He shifted his hips, thrusting all the way in, stealing my breath. My spine arched, rubbing my nipples against his chest as wave after wave of pleasure and stinging pain rolled through me.
“Fucking hell, woman,” Liam gritted out, his jaw tight. “I’m doing everything I can not to come right now, but your pussy is squeezing me like it never wants to let go.”
Sweat beaded along his forehead with the restraint to stay buried inside me, unmoving while my body adjusted to the fabulous intrusion. When my breathing evened out and the sting faded, I rolled my hips, testing out the movement. Our mingled moans filled the bedroom. Never looking away, he slid out until only his head remained inside me, the motion itself leaving me breathless, before thrusting back in in one stroke. With every slide of his thick cock stretching and filling me almost to the point of pain, my body relaxed, and roaring need consumed me.
Sweat glistened on every inch of skin as we moved together, both of us eager to fall over that edge into pure bliss. Gripping an ass cheek in each hand, I urged him faster, deeper, to hit a spot that had black dots filling my vision. Releasing a fierce growlabove me, he picked up the pace, slamming into me with quick, hard thrusts.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, that familiar flutter in my lower belly telling me I was close. “Liam,” I cried, not knowing what I needed, but knowing I needed something.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” The mattress shifted when he adjusted to lean on one arm, keeping his full weight off me, to sneak a hand between us.
A couple of rough flicks to my clit, and I shattered. My thighs clamped around him as my back bowed off the bed, mouth open wide as I called out his name. Above me, he grunted a string of curses that I barely heard through the blood pounding in my ears, his movements stiff from my tight hold. One more powerful thrust, going as deep as he could, and I felt him swell even more inside me.
My name fell like a prayer from his lips as he came, muscles quivering with the effort to keep from dropping on top of me. With a final relieved grunt, Liam dipped to the side, taking me with him. With his still-hard cock inside me, I lay sprawled out on his sweat-slick chest, working to calm my rapid breaths and racing heart.
