I couldn't wait any longer. I dragged my toes up his trousers. He was rock hard and I wanted to know what he'd feel like deep inside me. I wanted to wrap myself around him and scream his name.
"Greedy little thing," he accused with a dark smirk. He swatted my foot away and took one more taste before standing back to his full height. He reached into his back pocket, retrieved a condom, and then finally pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. I'd seen him before, but this angle magnified every single inch of his smooth skin. He expertly rolled on the condom and then he wrapped his strong hands around my thighs.
I squealed as he tugged my body to the end of the couch so that my ass was right on the edge. He separated my legs and bent his knees until he was positioned perfectly.
"Do you want this, baby?" he asked with a sharp tone.
I nodded instantly. It wasn't a question I had to consider. "Yes," I said, begging him to sink into me.
His stomach muscles clenched in tandem as he positioned himself at my entrance. I tried to take in everything at once. His bulging arms, his strong thighs, his divine lips, and his dark eyes that were focused directly on what was going on between us.
When he slid into me I moaned his name, and he didn't stop until he was pressed in to the hilt.
"Fuck," he growled, dragging the word out so that it rolled down my spine and made my toes curl.
Once he was in me, there was no going back. Liam wasn't a slow and steady type of guy. He was a world-class athlete whose body was made for professional level sporting events. I was learning in that moment that it was also made for professional-level fucking. He slid in and out of me, standing up and leveraging himself into me. The angle gave him so much control and I couldn't temper the soft cries that fell out of my mouth every time he pulled out and sank back into me.
He reached down and grabbed my arms. "Flip over, baby," he commanded. He lifted my body and spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees on the soft leather.
He immediately sank back into me as if he couldn't handle the few seconds of transition. His hands gripped the edge of my hips hard as he pounded into me again and again. I was losing my mind with each thrust and I was helpless to try and cling onto my sanity. He stroked me to the rhythm of his hips. I came hard, pressing back onto him.
"Oh, god, that felt so fucking good. I could feel you clenched so tight around me," he murmured, readjusting us again so that he was lying down on his back and I was sitting on top of him. It felt deliciously sexy to ride him like that. I liked being on top, commanding his pleasure like he'd just commanded mine.
I gripped his knees and pulled myself off of him slowly before letting my weight push me back down. I felt him shudder every time I did it, and his dark, husky groans fueled me forward.
"That's it. Push yourself down onto me. Ride me, baby," he ordered.
I did just as he said, slowing our pace to a maddening rate. His hands were gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. He let me move up and down a few more times, but then I knew I'd pushed him too far. He gripped my hips and took the power back as he started pounding into me from below. I was forced to take it as he yanked my hair so that my back arched.
"Yes, right there," I told him as I felt him stroke the spot that threatened to make me scream. I felt wild and hot. Our heavy breathing intermingled. Our skin was slapping together in a symphony of delicious sound.
"Liiaammm..." I dragged as he continued to push into me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. His fingers circled once. Twice. And then I was coming again, harder and longer than the first time. He kept pounding into me, chasing my orgasm with his own. Just as my pleasure was starting to wane, I felt him come, hot and hard inside of me. I knew that if he wasn't wearing a condom he would have coated me from the inside out. The idea made me shiver with lust.
"Kinsley," he groaned over and over again until finally we were laying there in silence. I'd fallen back onto him so that my hair fell around his neck. His chest rose and fell beneath me, carrying me up and down.
We laid like that until our breathing eventually returned to normal. It was clear a monumental road had just been crossed and neither one of us was ready to get up yet.
"I need another shower. C'mon," he said, sitting up and carrying me with him. My thighs felt like jelly and I laughed when I tried to stand.
"Here," he said, scooping me into his arms and twisting me so that I had my legs wrapped around his middle.
I laughed as he started walking us to his room.
"That was..." I began with a dazed expression.
"Fucking amazing," he filled in before planting a kiss on my lips.
I chuckled and agreed emphatically. He didn't set me down until the water was warm and even then he soaped me up and helped me wash my hair.
"So, not a fan of the standard missionary?" I joked as I wrapped a towel around my chest.