“This is true.” He sighed, reaching up and gently cupping one of my breasts. His fingers tweaked my nipple, coaxing it to bud, making me sigh. When he pinched, I jerked in response and glowered at him.
“No fair!” I reached down, and through his tee, pinched his.
He grinned, sat up, curved his arms around me again, and then hauled me down until we were chest to chest. Rolling us both over until I was on my back, I sighed as his weight centered between my thighs, which I parted the second he settled over me.
After his tongue swiped over my bottom lip, I whispered, “I’m ready, Liam.”
“Fuck, you saying my name messes with my head.” He groaned, then reared backward and began shucking off his tee. I didn’t like it when he moved away, but I appreciated the view as he shoved his jeans down, baring everything.
I mean, I’d seen way too much of the male body thanks to where I’d been raised. But seeing my man? Fuck, it beat everything else.
Licking my lips as I stared at his thick, long cock, I empathized with all romance novel virgins—the ‘how will it fit?’ question surged to the forefront of my thoughts, but before I could worry about it, his fingers were at my fly. Within seconds, he was hauling my shorts down my legs, panties too, and I was just as naked as he was.
It was the first time I’d been naked with anyone, and yeah, I kind of felt shy, but also just ready. I was so beyond prepped for this moment.
I’d been waiting a long time, and it seemed incredible that my desires were well within reach.
His hands smoothed over my legs, making me very grateful I’d epilated the day before, and when he trailed them down the insides of my calves, I licked my lips as I parted them, making space for him again. Except, he surprised me, he pushed them wider, nudging them apart even as he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed.
Though I stared at him in surprise, I didn’t squeak as he dragged me to the edge and ordered, “Put your feet on my shoulders.” Obeying, I slipped them there and dropped my legs open.
I kind of wanted to cringe, but mostly, I was just presented with this tempting image of the man I wanted who looked like he was dying to taste me.
Biting my lip, I rose up onto my elbows so I could watch. Heck, I needed to watch.
He smirked at me as he dropped his mouth to my pussy, and somehow, that smirk did more for me than that first lick. I narrowed my eyes at his arrogance, then I understood.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, my head tilting back on my shoulders as I groaned out my pleasure. He licked and sucked, stroked his tongue along the central channel of my pussy, then slipped inside me. It was sweet torture, a delicious torment as he ate me out.
For the first time in my life, I understood what that meant. He made me feel agony and wonder. My legs clamped around his head and my belly felt like it was caving in as he explored my pussy, making me need him more with every flutter of his tongue around a part I hadn’t even known was an erogenous zone—I’d just thought the clit was the MVP—how he proved me wrong.
When I came, it hit me out of the blue, just like my first one with him. The scream that escaped me was unplanned, and it was followed by a guttural groan as he sucked on my clit in a move that had me shuddering and falling back into the bed with a kerplunk.
I felt both tense and relaxed, and I had no idea how to deal with the discordant emotions. Apparently, he knew. Even though I was jealous of his past conquests, I had to be grateful that he knew how to read me. When he moved on top of me, his weight grounding me, I grabbed at him, clinging to him as I’d clung to him throughout my life.
When his cock brushed against my pussy, I moaned again, and when he slipped inside me, it hurt, but fuck, it hurt good.
It was the kind of pain I could get with.
I felt too full with both his width and length, but God, I knew, one day soon I’d love every inch he was giving to me now.
When he was all the way inside me, he froze, and I almost wanted to tug at my hair. It was like I didn’t know what to do with myself, didn’t know where to put my hands or arms, and then he took my confusion and inexperience away from me. Bridging my fingers with his, he pinned my hands on either side of my head, and slowly began to move with shallow thrusts.
His eyes were bound to mine and it felt like he was more than just fucking my body, but making love to my goddamn soul. I felt like such a pansy, but when tears burned my eyes, I had no choice but to let them fall. No choice at all. It was beautiful and raw, and it was everything I’d never even imagined for my first time. When he dipped his head and trailed his lips along my tears tracks, I gulped.
“I love you, Ama,” he ground out, his mouth dropped to my ear where he nipped my earlobe. “Are you ready for me?”
I swallowed. “Always.”
He froze. “Birth control?”
“The jab,” I groaned.
“Good.”
That was all the warning I got before he began to thrust into me. My face crumpled as the painful pleasure he triggered inside me detonated. “Fuck,” I wailed, my head swinging from side to side against the comforter as he thrust hard and fast into me. It was too much, and yet not enough, everything but nothing.
I hauled my legs up and dug my heels into his ass, using that to press him harder into me, wanting him to move faster and get as deep as he could. I wanted no space between us, wanted to feel him in my fucking throat.
Unable to stop myself, I twisted so I could bite down on his shoulder—it was either that or scream. As the frustrated feelings coalesced inside me, I realized how painful pleasure could be. It was like he was teasing me, but he was giving me everything!
My fingers clamped down on his as I bucked into him.
“Ama?” My name was loaded with concern, but there was nothing to be worried about.
“Harder,” I gasped, staring blindly up at him. “Please,” I begged.
His grin shone briefly, and even as it lit me up inside, he gave me what I’d begged for.
This.
Fuck.
This was what I needed.
His cock hit me so deeply that I knew I’d be walking funny tomorrow, but did I care? Nope. I didn’t. I didn’t give a crap. Instead, I gloried in the pleasure that was bubbling away deep inside me. I knew I was close, could feel it, there, in the distance, ready to push me over, over—
“Oh God!” I cried, my back arching, my head falling back into the covers as my entire body strained with the surge of pleasure that overcame me until I was drowning in it, until all that I was became absorbed into that bubble of pleasure.
The only thing that penetrated that bubble?
Liam.
He growled, “Oh, fuck. Ama! Babe, Ama!” Each word was punctuated by a thrust until he stilled and I felt him, deep in my core, his heat, his warmth, the scalding sear of him.
Everything that made me me was rewritten in that moment as I took that final step away from the past and into a future where he was in it, not just as a friend, but at my side.
If that wasn’t enough to make my world brighter, then nothing was.
17
Keys
Having Kenzie on the back of my bike felt weird.
Hell, it felt more than weird. The only woman who’d ever been on here before was Ama, and to be honest, that felt right. Having her body snuggled into me, even when it was a boiling hot summer’s day, made sense to me.