She stopped gyrating, his erection pinned against the fold of one thigh. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I wanted you to feel what I’m capable of, and that pill’s going to help me get hard and stay hard.”
He bit at her jaw and the side of her neck, his breath hot. Anna brought her arms down around his waist and felt for his muscular ass. The way they were moving together, the head of his cock a half-inch out of reach, reminded her of high school, her first boyfriend, and the hours and hours they spent writhing against each other, clothes on. The memory provided an unexpected erotic charge.
Liam responded to her tremors and brought his mouth to where the tip of his cock had explored. His tongue lengthened, reaching for her, coaxing more and more of the hidden parts of Anna to come out and play.
“Liam, I can’t wait.” She moaned, pressing herself into the pleasure of his tongue and the pain of his fingers rolling her nipple. She pressed his hand to her breast with hers, arched her spine, and let her orgasm unleash. From zero to sixty, like Elaine said. Or from zero to one or more a day for the past week.
His breath was ragged, his arousal more pronounced than before. He kept Anna pinned to the bed until she stopped shuddering. She was surprised she’d climaxed so quickly. When her breathing calmed, he moved off the mattress until his knees were on the floor.
“Bring your head over here,” he said, gesturing to the side of the bed. Anna, still soft and pliable, hesitated. No, she wanted to stay right she was. She wanted Liam to go back to where he’d been and give her a few more moments of uninterrupted soaking in the sea of physical of bliss.
He slid one hand up her thigh and tugged. She pivoted, her head tilting off the edge of the mattress. Bending her knees and planting her feet for stability, she reached one arm back for his ass.
“Is this what you want?” she whispered, taking him in her other hand. “Do you want my mouth?”
“Yes, like that.” Liam nodded and leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress, guiding his swollen tip toward Anna’s lips with the other. She let saliva slick the inside of her mouth, parted her lips, and licked. The angle of her head opened her throat, allowing him easier access.
As he found a rhythm, a way to enter Anna, he continued to hold himself, guiding her even as she released him in favor of exploring her awakening anatomy.
Time slowed. Their skin warmed and glistened. Anna found dormant parts of her body, parts she’d neglected far too long, waking, aching for recognition. The more self-pleasure she experienced, the harder Liam got, until he grabbed the sheet in his hand, pulled away, and stroked himself into orgasm.
He collapsed back on his heels and brought his mouth to Anna’s upside-down forehead for a kiss. “Thank you, Anna. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“My pleasure,” she purred, sliding all her fingers through his dampened hair, his ragged breath warming her cheek. She wiggled toward the wall until her head rested on the bed, keeping her gaze—and one or two fingers—connected to Liam as he crawled around her and curled into her side. His touch was tender, his hand slightly shaky, and his breathing took longer to even out. The only sound in the room, aside from the pulse thundering through Anna’s ears, was the crackling and spitting of the fire as it consumed another log.
She was well sated. They were adding to their repertoire, and she was coming to appreciate the intelligence in Liam’s touch. And she wanted to talk, maybe do the processing thing Gaia recommended, but her brain was mush and ready for sleep.
“Do you need anything?” he asked.
Anna nodded, once. “I need covers. And maybe we should think about turning around.”
Liam sat up, pulled Anna with him, and pivoted so their heads would land on the pillow as they both fell over. She reached for the quilt, rolled to her side, and fell asleep.
The next morning, rain smacked at the windows on the south side of the cottage and on the metal roof. The mattress rose a little when Liam rolled away from spooning Anna and left the bed. She monitored the slap of his bare feet across patches of wood and linoleum through sleep-heavy eyes, every sound amplified by the fog wrapping the house.
“Why are you attracted to me?” she asked when he returned to bed, sliding his icy feet under her warmer ones. Yes, it was an out-of-the-blue question, and no, she wasn’t sure why she needed to ask.
He ran a cold hand over the swells and dips of her waist, hip, and thigh and offered a drink of water from his glass before setting it on the floor.
“You’re patient. And curious. And you’re shy but also willing to be adventurous.”
Sliding one hand between her thighs, he fondled the sensitive flesh between her legs. “You smell good, you feel good, and you have that whole earth-goddess vibe going on.”
Anna chuckled in delight. “Earth goddess. No one’s ever called me that.”
Liam probed between her inner thighs, found wet, and spread the fluid around. He pressed his mouth against the side of her neck, nipped at her skin, and entered her with two fingers at once.
“You’re divine,” he whispered. He stroked, waiting for her to respond. Anna let go of wanting any more of an answer and let the leisurely rhythm of his thrusts dictate her physical response. “You mentioned feeling invisible.”
She nodded. It took concentration to manage the conversation going on between his fingers and her sex and the more thoughtful conversation his upper brain seemed determined to initiate. Closing her eyes helped.
“I’ve been feeling something similar,” he continued. “I know there’s a version of myself that’s tied to what happened to my body once I
