Page 43 of Spiralling Skywards
We laid insilence for a long moment after our breathing returned to normal, after muscles I didn’t know I had in my legs and belly stopped clenching and moving of their own volition. Minutes had passed since I had stopped feeling him throb, twitch and pulse inside me but still his fingers remained laced with mine, our eyes still locked.
“You doing okay, bub?” he asked me quietly.
I nodded my head. “I’m very okay.” My belly squirming at his term of endearment.
He studied me carefully, as if searching for evidence to the contrary.
“I didn’t hurt you at all?”
I shook my head this time.
“Not even a little. I feel . . .” I tried to think of words that would adequately describe exactly what I felt. How to explain the sensations I was experiencing by allowing him inside my body? “It felt good,” was all I managed.
“Good?” he questioned and smiled at me, making his eyes crinkle and causing my heart to attempt fracturing my sternum.
“Very good,” I replied with a smile of my own. I instantly felt him react inside me, my own muscles involuntarily responded.
“Good enough to make you wanna do it again?” My cheeks heated, and I felt embarrassed at my body’s reaction. I’d just experienced my first orgasm with a man, and I most definitely wanted to do it again. Was that normal or a little whorish?
“Hey.” Liam brushed his nose along the length of mine. “Stop overthinking. I want you again. I’m still hard, but I don’t wanna make your sore. This is new for both of us, but especially for you. I want you to enjoy it, I want you to want me as much as I want you, but I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way.”
He rained small kisses down from one corner of my lips to the other.
“I’m gonna pull out and get rid of this condom. I put the hot water on earlier, and I have towels, you wanna come shower with me?”
I nodded my head just as my belly growled loudly, his responded at almost the exact same moment, causing us both to let out a small laugh. We’d eaten breakfast that morning but it was by then already dark outside and obviously late.
“How about we shower, I feed you, and then we see how we feel?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Ah she speaks, and apparently she knows more words than, ‘Oh, Liam’.” My cheeks heated again, and I closed my eyes with embarrassment. His gentle laughter stopped and his fingertips brushed softly over my chest, throat, and face.
“You, Sarah Carter, are the sexiest thing when you cum. Watching your face, hearing you call my name, feeling your body convulse and thrum underneath and around me is something I’ll permanently commit to memory.”
He let out a long breath, causing his chest and belly to move against me. The room was much warmer now than when we got here, and my skin felt sticky where it was pressed against his.
“I need to pull out of you now and get rid of this condom because I’m getting hard and if I come like I did just now, there will be spillage.”
I winced slightly as we separated. I felt a little chaffed but nothing more. I watched as he rose from the bed like a god and followed the exceptional sight of his retreating back and arse as he walked towards the en suit.
“Stop looking at my arse,” he called out.
“I can’t,” I called back, completely unapologetic.
I rolled on to my side and pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. My skin was still buzzing from his touch. I felt alive. I’d never experienced such an intense level of feelings for a man. I wasn’t in love at that stage, at least I didn’t think I was, but I knew I was hurtling rapidly in that direction. Despite feeling anxious about it, I was happy.
I listened to the sound of the toilet flush, a tap run, and then the shower being turned on. There was nothing extraordinary or exceptional about those sounds, but for me, they echoed with the sound of change.
“The water’s hot, you gonna join me?” Liam stood in the space that led from the bedroom to the small en suit bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips. He had one arm raised so he could hold on to the archway separating the two rooms as the other raked through his hair. He wasn’t skinny, but he wasn’t big built either. He was tall and lean, the muscles in his arms and legs defined but not bulky. His stomach was flat and hard. It almost looked like it was sculpted as he stood there in all his almost naked glory before me. I swore I drew blood from the bottom lip I was biting, and it was a good thing I was already lying down with the speed that the room momentarily spun.
My heart didn’t beat to its normal rhythm around him. It stuttered. It stopped. It sidestepped, and then it sped at such a pace I worried that it might break my ribs. I both hated and fucking loved that he could affect me like this. This was more than feeling alive. This was living. All I had to do was let go, stop watching from the sidelines like I had been, and enjoy it. I needed to accept that I might be my mother’s daughter, but I wasn’t her. I was me, my own person. A grown woman with wants, needs, and desires that were perfectly normal. I was a good human being. I wasn’t her. I would never be like her.
I sat up and pulled the duvet with me.
“I need to use the toilet.”
“Yeah, it’s just through here.”
