Page 66 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“You are the most beautiful fucking woman, Britain…” His breathing hitches when he settles his hands at my hips. “Do you want me to stop?”Fuck, no.I shake my head, and he repeats the movement, running his strong hands down my legs, then back up to land on my ass. This time, he doesn’t drop his hands back down, but skims one hand around to the front of me, slipping underneath my underwear.
I swallow and try to even my breathing, but I have no control when it comes to Liam. I never have. He pulls my panties lower and places a kiss on the bare skin, the contact making me reach out to put a hand in his hair. He pulls them lower still, placing another kiss, and this time I drop the dress I’m holding to place my other hand in his hair.
He looks up at me, a question in his eyes. Are we doing this?Yes. Fuck me, Liam. Yes. I give the smallest of nods, but he sees it. He stands up in front of me, pulling me against his hard chest. He drops his forehead to mine, both of us breathing raggedly.
“Do you want to go back to bed?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “No, right here, right now.” With those words, Liam drops his mouth to mine. His kiss is like molten lava. He pours himself into my mouth, and I feel it everywhere. The heat sinks down to my pelvis causing me to swell and dampen. My toes curl and tingle, and my palms get hot and wet.
He breaks the kiss to bend down and take off my panties, sliding them to the ground, but he doesn’t move to stand back up. He takes one of my hands in his for balance, then places one of my legs over his shoulder so he can put his mouth on my clit.And fuck me.He knows exactly what to do. He remembers exactly what will get me there and each time he does it our hands squeeze tighter together, both of us knowing.
“Liam, s-stop,” and he does, immediately, setting my one leg back down on the floor. I want him in me, but I don’t think I can say it out loud.
“Say it, Bambi.” Liam uses his stern voice that makes me start to leak in anticipation, but I shake my head. I can’t say it. I can’t tell him I want him. It’s like revealing all your cards in poker. You’re relinquishing control.
“This doesn’t change anything, okay?” I can’t say what I want to, that I want him, desperately. I can’t give in like that. He doesn’t say anything back, just nods his head, then tugs on my hand to pull me down to the floor. He slides off his boxer briefs, then lays me out beneath him. He puts my back against the plush carpet, then spreads my legs with a knee to settle between me.
There’s no backing away from him now. He’s staring at me so intensely, it’s like he’s boring his way back into my soul. His gaze drifts down my body, like he’s committing it to memory all over again. And I need him with a desperation that feels so vast, I’ll never be fulfilled.
He drops his lips to mine, leaving a searing kiss on my lips just as he starts to enter me, and I have to bite my lip hard to not scream in ecstasy. I close my eyes and embrace him into me. All of me.
I’ve just lied.This changes things. He changes me each time he touches me. Each time he loves me, each time he’s inside me, I change. I fall. I let him in.
He thrusts into me gently, rocking against me, our eyes connecting. I don’t want to look at anything else. I want to see him. I want to see what I do to him because I hope it’s at least a fraction of what he does to me.
We move against each other on the closet floor like we’ve done this a hundred times, but it’s still the first time. Our bodies synchronized in this dance we both love. Neither one of us talks the entire time, because we don’t need words here. We don’t need to role play or talk dirty. Even though we both love that,right now, we love coming together more. And we are, I can feel it. He’s burrowing his way back into my life.
He doesn’t have to burrow back into my heart, he’s never left. He’s in my bones, he’s in my DNA. He’s who I want and I never want this feeling to end. I want him like this every day. Every morning. Always.
“I’m going to fill you up, baby.” Like he isn’t already, but the words set me on fire. No one has ever fulfilled me like him. My muscles convulse and pull and strain, and Liam drops his hand to my mouth so my family doesn’t hear me cry out his name. And I do. I let his name leave my lips in this space for the first time. The second he hears his name, he loses it, pressing himself tight to me as his thick cock throbs and spills against my walls. He leans down, biting my shoulder gently to keep from yelling himself. Our orgasms seem to last forever, each of us riding out every second like it’s a lifeline and as soon as we let go, we’re dead.I don’t want to let go.
When our pulsing subsides, Liam makes no move to release me. Instead, he places soft kisses across my collar bone and then my chest.
“I love the way you smell, Bambi,” he whispers softly.
“And what do I smell like?” I ask, quietly.
“Mine,” he says, then looks at me. I nod. I get it. I really fucking do. Because every time I smell him, I think he smells like home. And safety. And it’s the only thing I want, and he’s the only place I want to be.
TWENTY-THREE
Britain
When I come out of the water closet, Liam is standing in front of my sink. He has on dark gray jeans and a gray t-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders. Damnit,I love him.He holds out the dress that I dropped in the closet and helps me slip it on over my head. He doesn’t back away though once I’m dressed. He gets closer.
“Do you still mean what you said back there?” I give him a look of confusion, so he clarifies, “You said it wouldn’t change anything.”Oh. Of course it changed something.
“It can’t right now. There’s just a lot of other stuff we need to take care of first.”
“That’s not really an answer to my question, though, Bambi.” He’s impossibly close, so he moves his arms around me so I don’t lose my balance when he presses in again.
“Of course it changes things, Liam,” I say quietly, admitting it. I look up at him and ask, “Did you mean what you wrote in the letter, the part about wanting me that first day we met?” He nods his head.
“I wanted to make you mine the moment I laid eyes on you, and that feeling hasn’t stopped since then.” My cheeks heat and I feel like I could cry. All this time, it could have been us. I lean in and he meets me, our mouths colliding in pain, and ecstasy, and want. He strengthens his grip around me, as I thread my hands into his hair and we get lost in each other once again.
“Oh my god, Mom!” Caroline exclaims, then covers her eyes with her hand.Shit. I push out of the embrace, taking a step back and away from Liam. It could’ve been worse; she could’ve walked in 15 minutes ago to see me getting fucked on my closet floor.
“Caroline, open your eyes, but maybe next time, let’s knock and waitbeforewalking in?” She drops the hand and looks between Liam and myself, her cheeks a bright shade of pink.
