Page 66 of New Girl in the City
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, just like my legs were tight around his waist. He was over me, mouth covering mine in a kiss as he thrust up into me. It was a lazy movement, just a roll of his hips while we shared an unhurried kiss. I liked us being like this.
No, I loved it.
Loved it because it was the kind of slow sex you enjoyed with someone that you didn’t think would be gone in the morning. There was no reason to rush or be greedy and force it all in one night. This was the kind of sex that couples had. The touches and intimacy shared when there was true affection. That thing that bordered on love and went far beyond like, because I knew what I had for Liam was not just like.
It felt too soon for love.
I mean, that’s what any sane person would think. But it was hard to remember that when we made love that night.
“Liam,” I sighed against his mouth, my hips meeting his in a move that had us both gasping.
“Jesus, Princess.” He kissed the side of my face, my cheek, then down my jaw to my neck. “You feel so good.”
I liked hearing that, so I lifted my hips again and he groaned, catching both of my hands in his. His fingers threaded with mine as he pushed them down onto the bed. He moved then, thrusting into me faster. There was a shift in his touch. It was more intense, more focused, and I knew he was going to bring us both over that edge of pleasure we’d been flirting with. I moved to keep up with him.
I’d loved the slow sex but I realized it couldn’t beat fast when it came to Liam, and thrust for thrust I met him as we moved in a frenzy that our bodies demanded we maintain. This felt amazing, but everything with Liam was like that.
He came first with a shout, his big body tensing over mine as I continued to fuck myself on his still hard cock. I could feel him spasming in me and the direct primal line hardwired to my brain practically shorted out while I chased my orgasm. A few shaky hip thrusts later saw me cumming on his dick without so much as a chance for me to catch my breath before he was rolling me over and on top of him. His arms came up to bring me flush against his chest while I orgasmed. My body shuddered, hands clenching against his shoulders as I ground my pussy down on his dick with a muffled cry. My head fell forward and I whimpered one last time before going boneless against him.
“That was amazing,” I breathed finally and moved close to kiss his shoulder. He chuckled, the low sound of it vibrating in his chest beneath me. I pressed my palms to his skin and turned my face into his chest, kissing the warm muscle underneath me. “Like, really fucking amazing.”
“It was, Princess.” He kissed my temple as his hands brushed against my back and sides until they were resting at the small of my back, holding me to him. “It was better than amazing. It was perfect.”
I smiled against his skin. “I think I could get used to perfect.”
He was quiet for a moment, fingers flexing and moving to rub tiny circles against my sensitive skin. “Me too, Princess. Me too.”
We slept after that.
