Chapter Thirty-Six
Alyssa
Liam led me down the hallway towards his bedroom. As I entered, my heart skipped a beat. Candles were lit, the bed was pulled down in anticipation, and red rose flower petals were sprinkled on the floor.
“You weren’t expecting this or anything?” I teased.
“No, not at all. I keep my room like this all the times,” he chuckled, pulling me into his strong arms.
“I see,” I laughed.
My head fell back against my shoulders as Liam’s mouth engulfed the flesh of my neck. His teeth sunk into the soft skin, barely nipping me, causing me to squeal with delight.
We swayed back and forth as if we were dancing at the edge of the bed. My hands explored his strong back while his explored my hips.
Our mouths met, our lips pressed together, and my eyes closed to fireworks behind my eyelids.
His hands slid my shirt up. I lifted my arms to help him remove it, watching him toss it on the floor by our feet. He reached behind me, gently unlatching my bra, and then let it fall to the floor with my shirt.
My breasts pushed forward as my back arched. His mouth lowered, sucking the soft flesh of my left breast, biting gently at the sensitive skin, and then his tongue circled my nipple, teasing it until I moaned. He repeated the process on my right breast, slowly taking his time to tease me properly.
His lips clasped around my left nipple, tugging it from my breast, causing me to moan again, and then he moved to my right.
My flesh was so tight, so swollen, that it ached when his mouth pulled away. I yearned for more.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
“You won’t,” I assured him.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered.
I moved to where the sheet was drawn down and laid on top of it. I didn’t want to be covered, not yet. The look in Liam’s eyes told me there was plenty more exploration to be done.
I watched as he pulled his t-shirt from his thick chest and then undid his pants with one pull. He shifted as he kicked off his boots, and then bent over to slide his jeans from his body.
His cock was magnificent, hard, and ready. My body tingled at the sight of his manhood, and my arousal slicked against my panties.
Liam stood before me, nude and proud, and I took in the beauty of his form, savoring his image.
He bent towards me, removing my shoes, and then the thin socks I wore. His hands massaged my feet, rubbing gently between my toes, squeezing my heels, and then ran up my legs, his fingers digging into the flesh of my calves.
I let out a moan as his hands gripped my scrubs. My body lifted, allowing him space between me and the bed to slide them down, slowly removing them from my body and adding them to the pile on the floor.
A single finger slid between my legs, pushing the satin of my panty into my fold. He drug it across, slowly, precisely, stopping at my clit to flick it with a gentle greeting each time. My body jolted with each flick and arched with each stroke. Moans rolled from my throat, and my eyes were heavy, but I couldn’t close them, fearful I’d miss something.
Liam’s mouth lowered between my legs, his hands pushing them apart at the thighs. He sucked the satin of my panty, pushing his tongue between the crease he’d created, and then gently sucked my clit between his lips, tugging until I cried out with pleasure.
A quick jerk and my panties were down, my pussy exposed, vulnerable to his mouth, his eyes, his touch.
I arched my back, pushing my cunt towards his mouth as he let his tongue glide between my folds and into my hole. My arousal flowed freely, vigorously, readying my tight entrance for his large member.
He slid up the bed, his mouth tracing my hips, my breasts, and then my neck. I could feel his cock pressing against my leg as our mouths met again.
The muscles in his arms were bulging as he held his weight above me.
“Roll to your side,” he instructed and then slid behind me.
His cock rested in the crack of my backside, teasing me with twitches and an occasional throb.
His hands roamed across my breasts, squeezing them gently, and then moved between my legs.
My hips rocked against his thumb, strategically placed on my clit. With each rock, the hood slid back, eventually giving him full access to my sensitive pearl. He lifted my leg, gripping it tightly in his hand by my thigh. He pushed into me, his cock finding its way into my pussy without hesitation or any guidance from my hand.
He was gentle, slow, and sensual. His mouth kissed the back of my neck, his thumb continued to circle around my pearl. My moans grew louder with each stroke, his grunts deeper each time my pussy throbbed.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
My body tensed and then released. My orgasm building so quickly I was losing control.
“I love you,” I gasped, reaching behind me and gripping onto the hard flesh of his hip, and then my fingers dug into his backside.
He pushed into me harder, deeper, and abruptly pulled his thumb from my clit, causing it to spasm out of control.
My eyes closed tightly, and my body began to erupt with pleasure. I pulsated around him, squeezing his cock with my cunt as my orgasm washed over him like a warm bath.
“Oh God,” he called out, and then pushed into me deep, holding his position as his body tensed.
His hands clasped around my breasts, squeezing them as his cock exploded inside of me.
My breathing was sporadic, my heartbeat wild, and I’d never been more satisfied in all my life. He said he loved me.
I wiggled against him, making my way to my back in his arms. Liam’s hand slowly moved to my incision, tracing it with one finger. It was hideous to me, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to, and I hated him touching it, even looking at it.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“Except the scar,” I said quickly.
“The scar only adds to your beauty,” he smiled, turning his shoulder towards me so I could see his battle wound.
My hand reached for it; my fingers ran over the slick, raised skin. It was large, vicious looking, and even though I’d noticed it before, I hadn’t said anything.
“How did you get that?” I asked.
“An explosion overseas,” he said, not adding any more detail.
I knew one day we’d talk about his time overseas, but not today. Today, we’d said ‘I love you,’ and that’s what I was holding on to.