She whimpered, her knees threatening to buckle. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we really should wash up,” she said. “Now. Who knows what was in that water.”
Liam helped her out of her jeans and the rest of her clothes and let her into the tiny bathroom for a record-breaking shower. Bodies still damp, they darted to the woodstove and toweled off. Anna put one knee on the edge of the bed and tugged on the sheets and blankets.
“I missed this view of you.” Liam cupped her from behind and dipped his head, laving his tongue across her sacrum and up her spine.
Anna widened her stance and paused, every ounce of her attention focused on his tongue until the cold coming up through the floor threatened to numb her feet. She wiggled away and crawled forward.
“You can have whatever view of me you want—just let me get warmed up first.” She lifted the covers and invited him under. Chest to chest, they waited for their limbs to stop trembling.
Liam lost patience and rolled Anna onto her back. “I want the inside view.”
Tracing his cock up the smooth path of her thighs, he rounded her mons and belly, searching for a way in. When the tip of his erection teased at her lower lips, she invited him to settle between her legs, her body responding with little tremors while adjusting the angle of her pelvis. She felt his body’s need and gave it her unequivocal consent.
Liam reached over her head for lubricant. Flipping open the lid, he squeezed a few drops into his fingertips to warm before smoothing the viscous fluid around her outer labia and over his erection. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
They’d had the sexual history and condom conversation already. Her body re-issued its invitation to enter her unsheathed, her nipples hardening in anticipation. Liam’s eyes were half closed as he concentrated. She traced the tiny lines at the outer corners of his eyes and planted soft kisses to either side of his mouth.
“I’m ready for you, Liam,” she whispered, drawing her knees farther apart. He entered her, lengthened, grew harder, stroke by stroke. Anna responded, her insides softening, caressing and encouraging. “Do you want to know when I’m close to coming?”
“Anna Granger, do whatever feels good. And I’ll do the same. Especially if we can keep it this slow.”
“This feels wonderful,” she admitted, gyrating her hips in a languid circle, pressing into him and away, in and away, as his lips traced the shape of her ear and his arms held her upper body in place.
He put more weight onto one elbow and nudged the back of her left thigh, lifting and wrapping her left leg around his butt. “Hold me.”
Each shift in position brought added sensations. Anna struggled to keep track of every single one so she could replay their lovemaking. The external friction of body against body and the way they warmed and molded to each other. The layered, internal friction of Liam’s uncircumcised cock. As the pleasure of the two grew more intertwined and dependent, it took concentration and commitment to keep her movements slow and steady.
Liam shifted his forearms and interlaced his fingers with hers, drawing her arms overhead. He stared into her eyes before he pressed the backs of her hands into the mattress and brought his mouth to one ear.
“You are mine.” He stroked his tongue up the side of her neck. “All. Mine. Open your eyes, sweet Anna.”
She followed his request. Firelight washed an amber hue over his skin. Chest hairs tickled her nipples. A pulse beat strong within the hollow at the base of his throat. Corded neck muscles led her to his lightly bearded jaw line and his eyes. He smiled, brought his lips to kiss her forehead.
Anna opened more than her eyes. She let go of every clasp and constriction holding together the halves of her chest. Something akin to feelings of love spread her ribs effortlessly. She gasped.
“Relax.” His voice was liquid heat. The weight of his body meeting every curve of hers made it difficult for her to move. She didn’t want to move. She softened the residual resistance in her limbs and gave herself over. If Liam’s bed was the ocean, their bodies were one vessel. She’d go with the current pulling them closer and closer to release.
Fire and desire warmed the room. The top sheet, tangled around their feet, got kicked to the floor, and the bottom sheet exposed more of the mattress with each thrust. Anna thought to unlock her arms, take hold of some semblance of control, until she couldn’t. Until she wouldn’t.
“Kiss me.” She lifted her head from the pillow so she could speak directly to his lips, pour her words down his throat. “Kiss me while I come.”
Her orgasm anchored itself at the base of Liam’s cock and spread through her body in concentric ripples from her belly, to her knees and elbows, to her toes and fingertips. She was still pulsing when his release arrived with the roar of a long-lost love spotting the other half of their heart across a crowded station.
She took his sounds and swallowed, drinking him in until her cells were sated.
“That was worth the wait.” Liam’s head slid to one side. “Let me amend that,” he whispered. “You were worth the wait.”
The last of the wood crackled, the flames glowing orange and yellow behind the glass-fronted woodstove. True to his word, Liam fed her. Pancakes with blueberries, dripping with butter and real maple syrup. Lying wrapped in his arms and the thick quilt, Anna was replete. Deeply, completely satisfied and close to falling asleep.
“Anna.” Liam was drawing lazy, loopy lines along her forearm.
“Hmm.”
“I’d like to work on a project together.”
“What kind of project?” she asked.
He shifted their bodies so they both faced the fire. “Maybe more of what we started today. On the boat.”
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