Today has been a very good day for you. After a long month of you working your ass off at your office job, doing overtime, and even working at the projects at home, you finally got the promotion you desired so much.
Of course, the first thing you did was text your boyfriend Liam, who was supporting you the whole time and he seemed even happier than you, believe it or not.
'can't wait for you to get home.' were his last words before you headed home.
Now you're entering the loft, looking for any sight of him but he is nowhere to be seen. Your excitement lowers the more you walk through the seemingly empty apartment. Just then, when you enter the bedroom, you find Liam lying on the bed sideways, his head resting in one of his hands, and a bottle of champagne in his other.
"Heyy, babé." He smirks, looking cockier than ever before. "Liam, what is this." You say, looking around the barely lit up room, smelling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of candles. Now, you realize that he is only wearing his Hugo boxers and a bowtie. Liam motions for you to sit on the bed right next to him, still smirking mischievously.
Nervous but excited, you sit down at the edge of the bed and he puts an arm around you, tenderly stroking your arm. "I'm so proud of you getting promoted." He says, leaning in closer to place kisses all over your neck. "I thought we could celebrate." You look at the bottle in his hands and see two glasses on top of the nightstand. Then you turn back towards him, your eyes meeting his gaze instantly.
"This is so sweet." You say, cupping his cheek with your hand, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "You deserve it." He whispers into your ear, you can feel his warm breath down your neck. A little overwhelmed by this whole situation, you're hesitating to say anything. You didn't expect this to happen tonight. Liam seems to notice your nerves and looks at you worryingly. "Is everything alright?"
He says, separating from you. Surprised, you shake your head. "Yeah, I'm just, kinda worked up, you know." He smiles shyly. "I get it." You force a weak smile, putting your hand on his. "This is perfect, I'm just. Nervous." He raises his eyebrows, but his face softens immediately. "Nervous? You don't have to be nervous." He puts a hand on your lap and looks at you comfortingly. Blushing, you try to avoid his eyes, but he puts a hand on your chin gently, turning it towards him.
"How about we take it slow, just have a few glasses of champagne and see where the night will take us?" Liam says, his soft voice helping you relax more and more. "I'd like that." You say quietly and he gets out of the bed to open the bottle. Meanwhile, you change into something more comfortable, taking one of your favorite shirts and shorts. He hands you a glass of champagne and sits down again. "Cheers to your promotion," Liam says softly and you clink glasses.
After a few more glasses, the two of you are still sitting on the bed, your head resting against his chest. "Maybe I should put on some clothes." He giggles, but before he can get up you pull at his arm. "Actually, I like this view so much." You say, looking down his chest, your hands tracing the outlines of his abs. "Is that so?" He growls deeply, stroking your arm again. You nod innocently, pouting while you're at it. He leans in closer again, his lips brushing over yours.
"There is just one problem," Liam whispers, his hands slowly finding their way underneath your shirt. "You're way too overdressed." He breathes into your mouth as he kisses you deeply, his hands now tugging at your clothes. But before he can get rid of them, you pull away slightly. "Wait. How about, I strip that down for you." You say sassily, stroking his chest. "Fuck this what hot." He growls, trying to kiss you once more but you press a finger on his lips. "Lean back and enjoy." You whisper sensually.
Liam smirks and leans back against the bed, his hands slowly running down his own body as you take a step back. Then, you start to take your clothes off, one piece at a time. Your shirt is the first thing to drop to the floor, then your shorts until you have nothing left but your underwear. Liam starts touching himself while you're slowly dancing for him, moaning softly at his own touch. The bottle of champagne standing next to the bed gives you another idea. You stroll towards him, take the bottle and climb on top of him.
He starts to breathe heavily, not sure what you're going to do but he doesn't dare to ask. You're sitting on his crotch, your legs spread as you start to tilt the bottle until a few drops of champagne fall on to his bare skin. He winces as the cold liquid runs down his abs, along with the outlines of his muscles. You pour more and more champagne over him before you put the bottle to your side. "You're killing me." He says while you bend down, still keeping eye-contact. His whole body shudders once you start licking the champagne off of his skin and he leans back into the pillows.
"Fuck." He mutters to himself and bends his hips upwards. You can feel him bulging through his white boxers, his dick pressing against your butt. Licking the last droplets of your lips, he suddenly overpowers you and turns you around. "My turn." He smirks running a hand across your skin and takes the bottle into his hand. Now he is sitting on top of you, pouring champagne over you. You can feel the tingling sensation of it running across your skin and watch him bending down deeply. As soon as his tongue touches your skin, you moan deeply, your hands clawing into the sheets.
He takes it slow and gentle, making sure to lick every last drop off of your skin until nothing but a searing feeling is left. "Are you ready, to go for real." He grunts, rubbing his thumb across your clit. "Fuck me." You breathe and lean back again. Easily, he removes your panties and looks at you, touching himself before he gets rid of his boxers. "I'll be gentle." He smirks and slides inside you carefully. As soon as he fills you up completely, you groan deeply making him smirk even more deviously.
Gently, he starts thrusting into you, once, twice, three times until his moves get faster and stronger. "I was waiting for this the whole day." He growls, his hands on your chest. "I'm so- Fuck." You grunt trying to get a hold of something, putting your arms at his waist. Breathing heavily, he keeps up his pace and it doesn't take long for you to get to your limits. "Liam." You groan as he thrust even harder. "Fuck." He grunts loudly, your bodies moving as one. After a few more rough thrusts, you can't resist the urge to cum and once Liam's rough screams fill the room, you do the same.
Carefully, he slides out of you and sinks into the sheets right next to you. "I'm glad we're taking it slow." He giggles and you nudge him with your elbow. "thank you, Liam." You say and move closer to him, placing one long and passionate kiss on his lips. He puts an arm around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "Always."
