I cup his face, and he parts my lips with his tongue. I take it between my teeth and suckle it. Liam breathes into me, feeding the hunger that’s festering deep in my core. Our position shifts to him hovering slightly over me. With a firm grip at the base of my chin, he turns my face away and bites into my neck. A gust of pleasure shoots through me, and I gasp, so loud I surprise myself. Liam groans at my reaction and peers up at me, his eyes dark, primal, and filled with lust. He swiftly places his arm under me, shifting me to the center of the pile of blankets, not letting having one good limb stand in his way. Liam crashes his mouth down on mine while moving into position, using his knee to separate my legs.
He runs a finger from my bottom lip, across the curve of my chin, to the crook of my neck before taking my left breast into his hand. He squeezes and kneads it through my shirt. When he drags his hand away, my hard nipple flicks into place. Liam growls, yanking my top over my chest and licks around my dark-brown areola. He bites on my mound, sending a glorifying tingle to my sweet spot. Liam continues to taste and massage my body, making his way down my frame. I watch him, enjoying the pleasure I see behind his eyes.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed touching you,” he says.
The words leave his lips, and suddenly the desire stirring through me stills. I mentally curse him for speaking and pulling me back into our reality. I don’t want to think about our past or what has become of our present, but my mind has already begun to go there.
“Liam,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hear me and continues his pursuit.
I grip his hand, stopping him just as he hooks a finger into the waistband of my pajama pants. “Wait. We don’t…we shouldn’t—”
“We do and we should.” He places another wet kiss to my stomach before crawling back up my torso and hovering over me. “Don’t overthink this. The only thing that shouldn’t be here is your panties. Let me make love to you. Let me show you what you still do to me.”
With that, I allow him to kiss me again. He returns to his previous position and this time succeeds at getting me out of my clothes. I lift my shirt over my head as he pushes my knees apart. Liam licks my inner thighs, trailing his tongue across my skin until he reaches my honey pot. He pecks me there while raking his eyes up my frame. I meet his gaze, my breath hitching when he separates my folds, my reverberation forcing a devilish grin to spread over his face. He wets his lips and begins gently fucking my pussy with his mouth, sending me on a roller coaster of pleasure.
When I open my eyes, I’m instantly blinded from the bright light shining in from the windows. Using my forearms, I groan and shield my face. Liam laughs, surprising me because I didn’t know he was awake.
“It’s not funny.” I try not to smile but fail miserably.
“It’s not that bad.” He pulls my arm back and kisses me softly.
I squint, peeking out through my lashes to see him watching me.
“Why are you putting pressure on your shoulder like that? And where is your sling?” I sit up, concerned he’ll irritate the wound and split his stitches.
“I’m okay… Really. It doesn't hurt that much anymore, so I took it off while you slept.”
I bunch my brows. “I doubt that. What, do you have some magic trick for pain or something? You should still wear it.”
“Or being inside you last night remedied that.” He ignores the last of my statement and tugs me close until I’m straddling him.
He grabs the base of my neck, bringing me to him and playfully teasing, biting, and licking my heating flesh before reaching my mouth. Our tongues dance in rhythm, and I feel myself coming to life again. I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss. His hands find their way to my still-naked ass and squeeze. We slept like this, undressed and cuddled close, his warmth keeping me cozy all night. Liam rocks backwards until his head rests against the pillow. He keeps his grip on my bottom, guiding me over his erection. He enters me, inch by inch, filling me to the hilt. Just the feeling alone is enough to send me over the edge, but I want more. So much more. I press my palm against his abdomen and ride him, starting out slow until I find my groove. His eyes roll back as he meets my thrust, digging his fingers into my flesh.
Our bodies move in tandem. In and out. Up and down. Me giving him my all and him devouring every ounce. I lock my fingers into his short, unkempt hair and increase my pace. I love being on top and seeing the control I have over him. He groans and flips me over, putting himself in the leading position. I spread my legs, opening myself to take every thick inch of him. Our eyes lock as he pounds into me. The heat behind his irises fuels me, and soon I lose myself.
“I’ve never stopped loving you,” he whispers into my neck.
His words, so unexpected, and if it wasn’t for him fucking the shit out of me, I’d have a different reaction. I’d tell him now isn’t the time to bring up our relationship. That all we have is this delicious moment. But instead of ruining things, I close my eyes and throw my hips upward, tightening my pussy around his shaft. He seems to forget his confession and pulls out of me.
“I want to see your ass while I fuck you,” he demands.
I get on all fours, arching my back just the way he likes and brace myself. It’s interesting that even after all this time, he still knows what it takes to send me over the edge and vice versa. His fingers are on my clit, rubbing circles around my love button before he slides them up to my hole. He pushes two in, hooking his finger to stroke my G-spot. My mouth falls open at the sensation, and I buck myself against his wrist. He shuffles close behind me, sizing me up, then removes his limbs and replaces them with his length. He dives into me, stroking me over and over until we both find our release.
He collapses on top of me, and we stay this way for several minutes to catch our breath.
“I can’t breathe.” I grunt.
He rolls off me, panting with his palms faceup around his head. “Sorry.”
I sit up to get to my feet, but he stops me.
“No, where are you going?” He struggles to get his words out.
“To shower.”
“Not yet. Lie with me for a bit.”
His eyes are closed, but he stretches his arm out for me. I do what he wants, tucking myself into place, and run my hand across his chest as he rubs a finger lightly along my upper arm. I tilt my head and watch him, taking in his features and finally admit to myself that maybe I don’t hate him as much as I thought I did. Obviously not, after what we just did. I know this doesn’t really change anything about our circumstances, but it felt good to let myself go.
Several minutes later, we finally dismantle and prepare to start our day. We take a long shower together, enjoying each other for the second time this morning. Someone once told me most new or newly rekindled couples usually have a healthy and active sex life, and I now know that to be true. I throw on the new clothes we bought yesterday and am now starving. I go into the kitchen where I find Liam, leaning against the kitchen sink, drinking what I assume to be coffee. When I open the refrigerator next to him, he smacks my ass. I look in his direction, playfully glaring at him. He smiles behind his coffee mug and walks away.
Shaking my head, I grab all the fixings for a breakfast omelet and get to work. It doesn’t take long to whip up our meal. I plate the food, sitting both servings on the small dining table near the kitchen window. Liam takes his seat, while I gather forks, cups, and sit the juice in front of us.