Liam Imagines

Perfect

Perfect

I squeal loudly as Liam drops me. The fall takes a good two seconds and the wind is ice cold on my bare skin; suddenly I break the water and warmth overflows. Way down under, I open my eyes, spying the rocks that I barely missed at my entrance. I hear him calling for me, and for a second I think it would be funny to freak him out by not coming up for a few more moments. But my head breaks above water and I look up at the edge of the cliff where Liam is standing. "Come on!" I challenge, smirking at him playfully.

"Alright," he breathes, and takes a daring leap over the edge. With another splash he shoots into the water beside me, quickly swimming around me to grab my waist. "Hey babe. Miss me?"

I giggle and spin to face him. My hair slings water into his face but he pretends not to notice. Instead, he smiles at me and licks his lips.

"Maybe," I challenge. He leans forward, and I know where this is going, so I smile coyly and let go of him, dashing quickly for the edge of the water. I’m laughing, laughing so hard as I attempt to get away from him - ironically, that is the last thing I would ever do on a date as romantic as this. As soon as I'm on land he attacks, pulling me back to him, my exposed back against his torso. He suddenly spins me around again, flinging my hair, and smirks.

"I knew it," he says. "I knew you did."

I flush now, looking up at him. "Thank you, Liam."

"Uh... You're welcome," he says. "But what for?"

"Today. Being here for me. Being so.... Well, for being you. Today has been perfect."

"There's one thing that might make it better," he challenges, making me flush again with embarrassment.

I nod with excitement when I understand what he wants. He holds out a hand in invitation and I take it, following him through the woods around the cliff side and back to our little camp. The solar powered lamp is on, meaning the sun is just now setting. I know we should be on our way back home, but the thrill of this is too much. I try not to worry about anyone actually seeing us here – the thought of being in the open with Liam kissing me and touching me excites me in a strange, primal way, but I try not to let that show.

I lay down quickly on the little mat, in plain view of the trees and stars, and survey my bathing suit. My wet hair, Liam's soaked skin, the simple fact of how close we already are to being naked. I take note of all of this in the second it takes for him to join me. The anticipation of what Liam might do is enough to warm my body temperature by at least a few degrees.

Liam slowly bends down on his knees next to me and smiles. "Kiss me," I say and he does, leaning up to kiss me ever so passionately on the lips. His hands trail to the back of my bathing suit near my neck. I feel him gently pull the string there, but he doesn't move from his kiss; he wants me to take it off. I gladly do, smiling as he presses the length of his body against mine. He's still leaning over me, now closer than ever, kissing me, pressing against me. The only thing between us, our bathing suit bottoms, seems like too much, the fabric caught in the way of what we could possibly be doing instead. I note that, but I also note the way Liam’s hand caresses my face, the way his lips move with mine so slowly, yet so fiercely at the same time.

He breaks the kiss and I want to protest, but instead he brings his lips to my neck, just below my ear, then downward, to my collar bone, my chest, my stomach. His tongue runs all the way back up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I watch him. He finally comes back and kisses me on the mouth hard again, stopping to ask, “Are you ready?” When I nod almost too quickly, he laughs.

Suddenly I feel his hands trail down my stomach rather quickly, sending goose bump over my skin. His hand enters my bathing suit bottoms, and within seconds I gasp, the easy way in which he moves overcoming me. I groan a bit with pleasure but don't dare to stop kissing him, allowing the varying movements and effort he's using bring me up quickly. Within another minute, I am almost there, almost in my highest state, and he knows this. He keeps pumping, kissing me, trailing his free hand down my bare back until finally I give way and slump back on the rough blanket. My arms are tingling, my legs are shaking, my head is in a hurricane. "I..." I mumble.

"Yeah?" He says, smiling, obviously pleased with himself.

"I.... I love you," I say honestly, believing it with all my heart.

"I love you too, babe," he says, handing me my bathing suit top with lustful eyes. "You might wanna get dressed before I do something else to you," he teases.