“Whatcha doing?”
I jolt as Liam’s reflection appears in the mirror behind me. My blood heats at the sight of my man, his sculpted chest bare, those intense blue eyes swallowing me up. He moves in close—a predator stalking his prey—fitting his body to mine. Cupping the side of my face, he angles my head then moves the hair away from my neck. Liam’s tongue flits along the shell of my ear, eliciting a sharp hiss from my trembling lips. Goosebumps break out across my skin as he trails a finger over the tops of my swollen breasts while dragging his lips along the column of my throat.
“J—just getting ready for bed.” My voice shakes, becoming increasingly unsteady as my body is suddenly wracked with desire. It doesn’t take much to get me going these days, a fact he’s noticed and takes advantage of regularly.
“Keep looking,” he orders when my eyes drop. “Don’t stop on my account.”
My cheeks flood with the shame of being caught. “I wasn—” My natural inclination is to deny what he’s suggesting, but he cuts me off, cupping my breasts in his hands. The feel of his warm skin through the lace creates the most delicious friction.
“You’re beautiful, Nya Watts. From the top of your head to the tips of your red-painted toes, every part of you is sexy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He nibbles on the lobe of my ear, and my knees start to buckle. “Feel that?” he asks, thrusting the erection tenting his boxers into my back. “One look at you, darlin’, and I’m hard as fucking steel.”
I reach around, slipping my hand into his shorts, palming him, stroking the velvety smooth skin along his rigid length. Keeping my eyes trained on the mirror, I watch the flush spread over my skin as he slips a hand under my dress, fingering my clit. My fist tightens around his shaft when I convulse at his touch. “Liam, I—” Oh, God, I’m going to collapse into a puddle on the floor. I can’t do this.
“Put your hands on the mirror and don’t look away. I want you to see what I see when I make love to you.”
He drops his shorts, kicking them to the side. Then he cups my backside, squeezing the mound of flesh. His face is turned down, eyes hooded, his lower lip clenched in his teeth as he admires my ass. A jolt of desire shoots right to my core, my pulse racing out of control. “Look at these curves.” He slides a hand along the side of my breast… my waist… tracing my hip while drawing in a shaky breath. “They drive me insane. As the months pass and they get bigger, I want you to remember: I love every dip, every bend, every womanly inch of this body.”
Tears burn the backs of my eyes as a flame ignites with his breath on the back of my neck, traveling along my spine.
“Spread your legs for me, darlin’.” He runs his thick cock along my wet seam once. Twice. “Watch,” he whispers against my ear as he lines up with my entrance. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he groans, pushing inside.
My pupils dilate, and my jaw goes slack. I try to turn away, embarrassed at the way my face is turning red and my eyes are wide and bulging.
Liam cups my jaw with one hand, holding my gaze toward the mirror while he massages my clit with the other, slowly rotating his hips. He plunges in and out of my soaked pussy, stoking the fire blazing inside.
“Look at those pretty pink nipples, pushing against that lace, begging for attention.”
I moan. I writhe. I burn.
“It’s beautiful.” His words only add to the desire running rampant throughout my body.
“Liam!” I shriek when he pinches one rosy bud between his fingers and thrusts hard. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he stills. Releasing my jaw, he twists my hair up in his hand and tugs gently, elongating my neck so he can feather kisses along the delicate skin.
I try to move my hips, desperate for friction.
“Look at you,” he growls, still standing there motionless as a statue. “Look at us. At how perfect we fit.”
Swallowing hard, I follow his command. I stare at our reflections—at our flushed, sweat-slicked skin. At the wild, sex-crazed looks in our eyes. At his perfect body molded to mine. My heart pounds, ringing in my ears.
When he’s satisfied that I’ve seen my fill, he begins to piston his hips, pumping in and out at a punishing pace.
“Harder,” I shout, slamming back into his cock while he rubs the pads of his fingers over my pert nipples.
“Like that, baby?” he asks, resting a hand above mine on the glass as he drives into me over and over.
My mouth falls open, my jaw quivering with need. “I’m coming. Oh… Yes. Yes, Liam, right there.” All of the blood in my body rushes to my core, filling the space until there’s no more room. My God, it’s the most exquisite torture, this feeling of sheer desperation, of I can’t take anymore, just before the dam bursts.
Not even the sound of the glass cracking can distract us from our impending orgasms. His cock begins to twitch deep inside, warning that me he’s close. It’s the push that drives me over the edge. I freefall, trusting him completely to take me to another realm. My body jerks through the explosion, rocking my core, milking his release with my own.
Even after he’s finished, he doesn’t let up, pulling every last wave of pleasure from my body until I’m limp and sated in his strong arms.
We collapse on the rug in front of my garden tub, a tangle of limbs. A mound of heaving breaths. A symphony of erratic heartbeats.
When my breathing has resumed a normal pace, I look over my shoulder at my husband, with his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. “You’re replacing that mirror tomorrow, I hope you know.”
He chuckles, gripping my chin and pulling my mouth to his. “You’re paying up on that blow job tomorrow,” he rasps, before tracing my lips with his tongue. “I hope you know.”
Liam
On edge
“Girls!” I shout across the lawn to Ellie and Kennedi when they start to get lost in the thickening crowd. “Stay where I can see you.”
I get a thumbs-up from Ellie and a wave from her friend before they switch directions on their rollerblades, heading back toward me along the paved walkway.
“S’up Midge?” I tip my chin like I would if she were one of my boys.
The little dog’s face tilts, her eyes shining as if she’s actually interested in what I have to say.
“Can you believe you’re going to have a little brother this time next year?” I scruff the top of her head, imagining lazy Saturdays at the park with Nya and the kids.
Kids. As in more than one.
“I mean, I guess it could be a sister, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I just have this feeling, you know?”
She barks.
“Guess we’ll find out one way or the other next week.” I toss her little ping pong ball out into the grass, shaking my head and laughing to myself. Is this really what my life has become?
Yep. Pretty sure it’s time to have my man card revoked.
“This is why we need another dude in the house, Midgy-Moo. All you girls are turning me soft.” I snatch her up into my arms when she returns with the ball and tighten the pink bow that’s starting to slip out of her hair. Nya will have my ass if we lose this thing.
“Fancy meeting you here.” Hannah Banana sneaks up behind me, her hand clutched in Chance’s. She’s dressed in pink scrubs, with her hair in a ponytail. She must’ve just gotten off work.