The bed dipped when he shifted to the side and reached into the drawer.
“Strawberry okay?” He tore at the package with his teeth.
“Yes.”
“Put some on my fingers.” He handed her the opened packet. The clear, viscous fluid glistened on its way to do Liam’s bidding. “Now watch.”
Anna lifted her gaze to the mirror. Liam reached between her legs, distributing the lubricant. He spread her trimmed hairs in an upside-down V, exposing the sensitive tissue swelling to meet the sensation of slick, wet, skin-on-skin touch. She looked away to switch her toy on before bringing it cautiously to where Liam’s fingers had her spread and open.
“Lean into me and do whatever feels good.” His free hand splayed across the front of one hip, holding her to him.
She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice and gave all her attention to what was happening under her fingertip. Shocks of warmth moved up her belly and along her inner thighs while she zeroed in on refining her self-touch. Liam kept up his slow ministrations.
“I like it when your fingers are inside me.” She couldn’t bring her voice to speak above a whisper, but her hips felt unfettered enough to grind into the bed and against Liam’s groin.
He drew away his arm, slid his hand behind one of her knees, and drew her thigh toward his chest. He spoke into her neck, his eyes darker, staring. “Look again.”
A part of her anatomy she never, ever examined in detail reflected its mysterious beauty in the mirror, the bright peach of the vibrator pointing right at her sex. She found herself fascinated by the spread of treasure, her breath catching when Liam slid his thumb inside, playing his fingers along and around the sensitive surfaces below.
Anna couldn’t watch herself orgasming, not yet, so she squeezed her eyelids closed, felt herself peaking, and dropped every ounce of awareness into the cacophony of sensations happening below her navel.
“Take it off! Take it off!” Gasping, she lifted her toy-covered finger to him.
Liam tossed the vibrator aside before extracting his fingers and threading them, damp and pungent, through her hair. Turning her head to the side, he took her lips, now every bit as pliant as the ones between her legs. “My turn.”
“Let me finish shaking.” She breathed out, her body heavy and languid and craving more.
“No, I want you now.” He wrapped his arm around her ribs and lifted her away. “Sit up and straddle me.” His voice insistent, he positioned his body under hers until her still-throbbing sex hovered above his cock. Both their heads were closer to the mirror. “Now you can watch some more.”
He grinned at her shock, continuing to knead her butt and rub her up and down the length of his erection. The fabric of his briefs bunched, absorbing some of her wetness.
“Time to lose these,” she said. The snug cotton covering was off before she could say another word, and her weight returned to rest on his lower belly.
“Do you want me?” He took hold of his cock at its base, fanning his fingers over his testicle, stroking himself into an ever more urgent erection.
“I want you, Liam.”
She lifted enough for him to position the head right where she wanted. Still tight from the contractions of her orgasm, she took him inside, rising and lowering until they found their rhythm.
“Every.”
Sink. And rise.
“Single.”
Rise again, take in more.
“Inch.”
Anna took all of him and then some. Her gaze was drawn to the mirror, the reflection of Liam’s head, his hands on the fronts of her thighs, and her arms supporting her straddling his body. She dared herself to look until she found what Liam wanted her to see, the sight of him entering her, over and over again. The sight of her own eyes, darkened with desire, and her cheeks, flushed. The sight of her hair, wild and unbound.
This was the best way to start a Monday. Or any other day ending in the letter Y.
Liam pulled her chest to meet his and signaled Anna to roll with him. His knee nudged her thighs open, a power surge building in his body. His cock grew more rigid, his leg muscles harder, his breathing more guttural. He bit her chin as she wrapped one leg around his hip and dug her heel into the back of his thigh.
“I can take it, take you,” she whispered.
“Hold the bed,” he growled, grabbing at one of her wrists and holding her hip down with the other. Anna curled both hands around the wood bar of the footboard and gripped tight, another orgasm building. This one felt different, less external, more deeply connected to the friction of his cock against her inner walls.
The rasping of the bedsprings compressing and releasing became louder and louder as their bodies met the mattress with more and more force. It was impossible for her to stop the inevitable finish. Liam grabbed the railing, his hands bumping against hers. His heart pounding against her soft breasts, their chests slick with sweat, he threw himself into his release, every thrust answered by flesh meeting flesh and wood meeting metal.
He slowed, gasping, while the bedframe gave a final, resounding groan and separated from the headboard before crashing to the floor.
“Let go!” His arms circled her chest, urging her to roll with him. He guided their sweaty bodies toward the closet. “In here!”
“Maybe we should go into the demolition business.” She laughed, hysterical, her legs trembling, adrenaline surging, unable to sit upright. He collapsed beside her, a wide grin threatening to split his face.
Liam laughed along with her, tears streaming down his cheeks. “First, we sink a boat. Then we break a bed…”
“I was thinking about getting rid of that bed anyway, and this was just the sign I was waiting for.” She calmed her convulsions into a giggle and struggled to her knees and feet. “Come on,” she said, once she could breathe,
