Oh, God.
He kisses me and moans at the same time, all the while moving forward, then back. Small movements that bring him a little deeper each time.
Sweet mother, the feel of him. I’m not a big woman, but he’s a big man, in every sense of the word. I suddenly experience a real concern about our size difference.
“Relax,” he says between kisses, picking up on my tension. “There’s nothing to worry about. It will feel good soon, I promise.”
He keeps kissing and touching, trying to soothe me as he pushes and retreats. I breathe through the pressure and run my hands over all of him. His amazing back. His magnificent chest. His abs that tremble with every deepening thrust.
“You feel so . . .” He groans into my neck. “God . . . Liss.”
As his thrusts become more confident, I realize he was right: He fills me so completely, it feels amazing. He slides one hand beneath my butt and lifts my pelvis, and . . . Sweet Jesus!
I grip his shoulders and moan. He’s hitting a place inside me I never knew existed. Every time he thrusts, I gasp, and each subsequent gasp gets louder and more desperate.
“There?” he asks, panting as he watches my face.
“God, yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please . . .”
He thrusts harder. I can’t even cope with how good it feels.
“Touch yourself,” he says as he gains speed. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
I reach down and circle my fingers.
Oh.
Sweet.
Holy.
Mother.
My orgasm builds so quickly, I’m not even remotely prepared for it. Liam’s powerful thrusts, in conjunction with my hand, bring me to a place I’ve never been before. I gasp as I feel the first sparks of my orgasm begin to fire.
Liam groans, and when I look up at him, it’s clear he’s struggling to hold on.
“Please, Liss. God . . . I can’t—”
I move my hand faster, and it’s only a few more seconds before I’m coming so hard, I’m arching o the bed and groaning his name.
Everything explodes. My mind. My body. The sensation is indescribable. I hear a keening noise and realize it’s me.
I’m still reeling when Liam moans into the side of my neck. Every muscle in his back tightens as he presses in as far as possible, and I grip him and stroke his back as he trembles with the force of his orgasm. After tense seconds and a final muttered curse word, he relaxes and collapses on the bed beside me. We both lie there for a while, panting and blinking. Wondering what the hell just happened.
My body is still in shock.
“What was that?” Liam asks, still out of breath.
“Sex?”
“No way. I’ve had sex before, and it was nothing like that. Tell me you felt it, too.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m still feeling it.” I’m not exaggerating. Little ripples of pleasure are still spasming inside me. For a moment, I wonder if his size made the difference, but I have a feeling that he could have had the most average-sized penis in the world and still shattered me into a million quivering pieces.
“After that,” he says, “are you still going to deny that we’re fated? Because let me tell you, sex like that doesn’t happen every day. Or every year, for that matter. Or in my case, even every twenty-two and three-quarter years. You need to finally accept that this”—he turns to me and points between us—“is freaking extraordinary. Because I’m not above spanking you into submission if you continue to delude yourself that’s it’s not.”
Part of me wants to deny it just to find out what it would be like to be spanked by him. Those big, rough hands, one holding me in place while the other one—
I close my eyes and push away the urge.
“Elissa?”
“I’m pleading the Fifth.”
“That’s as good as admitting I’m right.”
“No, I’m just not saying you’re wrong.”
“Hmmm. Not sure whether or not that earns a spanking. I’ll think it over.”
“You do that. My butt awaits your verdict.”
He chuckles, and I feel the mattress move as he gets up to dispose of the condom. When he climbs back into bed, I turn to look at him.
His face is flushed, his lips are swollen, and his hair is insane, but I’ve never seen a more attractive man in my life. He studies my face, then brushes a damp piece of hair away from my forehead.
“Stay the night,” he says quietly. “I want to see how many more times I can make you scream before morning.”
Before I can turn him down, he pulls me over and kisses me, his hand gentle on my cheek. It’s unexpectedly sweet and makes me forget all about the excuse that was on the tip of my tongue. He pulls back and nuzzles my neck. “Plus, I’m an excellent snuggler. Stay.”
A tiny voice warns me it’s a bad idea. That getting any closer will only make things harder when he leaves. I tell that voice to shut its mouth. After what I just experienced, I need more of Liam Quinn. Much more. Consequences be damned.
“Okay.”
SEVEN
BITTERSWEET
How long does it take to fall in love?