So small shoutout to @meganmawhinney for being the coolest reader ever and putting up with my weird writing. Thanks for sticking with me so far. You literally warm my heart every time that you vote. I think you might be the only one actually reading this story because I don't trust the view count, so I'm writing for you. Hope I don't let you down.
So this might get a bit smutty, so read this chapter at your own risk.
He put his hands on my thighs and slowly lifted me so that I was straddling his thighs. His hands went to my waist and slipped underneath my shirt. My skin tingled from his touch. We broke this kiss for a single moment and he pulled my sweater off. His shirt followed suit. I was left in my jeans and my lacy white bra that his hands began to unclasp.
He grabbed my thighs and lifted me so I was wrapped around his waist, not breaking the kiss.
Liam made his way into the bedroom, pushing the door open with his back. He sat on the bed, allowing me to resume our previous position, but now on the bed.
He leaned back until I was laying on top of him and ran his hands through my hair.
In a swift move, he flipped us over so that now he was on top and I was bellow him.
Then, he broke the kiss, only to begin placing kisses on my neck.
Shoulders.
Breasts.
Stomach.
Lower.
He unbuckled my pants, pulling them down my thighs and my ankles before dropping them to the floor.
He teased the inside of my thighs with his lips, moving them everywhere but the place that truly craved them.
"Liam..." I begged.
He let out a small smirk before giving in.
Holy shit.
Wow.
He was good. Really good.
Oh, wow.
Wow, wow, wow, wow.
I felt myself beginning to climax as he withdrew himself.
"Not just yet," he said.
He slipped out a small wrapper out of his wallet and put on the condom.
With one stroke, he was inside of me.
And I thought that felt good.
This was heaven. He was heaven.
So wrong but so right. Now I finally understood what that expression meant.
He started off slow, but quickly fastened our pace until we were both panting in ecstasy.
And then we finished together.
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