Liam

 

Fuck.

Kensley’s body surrendering to mine is pure fucking heaven.

“Shit,” I groan when I settle completely into her warm heat. I brace my fists on either side of her, wanting to be close but also know I can’t very well rest on her belly.

I try and take note of her face, trying to see if she’s uncomfortable at all and just not telling me. She seems to be fine.

Plus, she said she was.

I’m going to have to trust that.

She trusts me enough to be in this bed with me; I’m going to have to trust when she says she’s okay.

I’m lowering my head to hers just as she brings her hands up, resting on my neck and pulling me down the rest of the way.

This kiss isn’t as frenzied as before.

This one is slow, thorough.

There are open mouthed pants, where we’re both needing a break from the kiss but can’t be bothered to pull away. We’re sharing the same air, the same breaths.

Every push of my length into her elicits the smallest of moans from her mouth, and it’s so fucking sexy. I roll my body over hers, my thrusts even and long, and every pull out of her has Kensley squeezing down around my length.

I will not last at this rate.

Kensley’s breathing is heavy and every now and then, she shuts her mouth to breath out her nose while still making a low moan deep in her throat, her neck arching.

I press my lips to that exposed neck, leaving unmarked nibbles there. I can feel her moans in the vibrations against my lips.

“You feel so good,” I say against her neck.

“You do.” Her hips shift, and she draws her knees up to press against my sides. “So good, Liam. God.” This new angle…I’d have to agree with the God sentiment.

I’m still driving my cock into her in slow, equal thrusts, when her moaned ‘Oh’ takes on a slightly different tone.

Immediately, I stop.

That wasn’t a good ‘oh.’

“You okay?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I study her for a moment and then thrust again, this time, bringing my hand between us so I can finally tweak her oversensitive nipples. I stopped myself from doing it before, because I was afraid if I had her coming again before I was in her, that I might not get her to come a third time.

And I really needed to feel her coming on my cock.

“Yes,” she moans, and I roll her nipple between my fingers again. “God. Yes. Oh.” That one’s a good ‘oh.’ But it’s quickly followed by an, “Oo,” and a frown rests between her brows.

I’m just going to go ahead and assume her back is bothering her.

I’m not even going to give her the option. Not this time.

Easily, and without initial complaint, I roll us until she’s on top, straddling me.

“This is uncomfortable,” she says, wiggling into place, and I grin through a groan.

“Oh, so now it’s uncomfortable,” I tease.

Kensley shifts on her knees over me, and I fight back another groan. Fuck, she feels good.

“Well, not like that, smarty pants.”

“So, you were uncomfortable.”

“Are you going to fight me when you’re inside me?” She has the audacity to lift her brows. I imagine it’s a look she gives her daughters when she’s scolding them.

“I just want it to be good for you, Kensley.”

“This is awkward, though.”

Gently, I rub my hands over her belly then up to cup her breasts. Both breasts fill my palms and I move my thumbs over her nipples softly, the pads of my thumbs barely brushing the hard peaks. “Why awkward?”

Her eyes are closed, and her head tipped to the side. She’s clearly lost in the feelings. “My boobs hang, and my belly gets in the way,” she still manages to confess.

I roll her nipples, hard, between two fingers. “It look like I think your boobs hang and your belly’s in the way?”

Her hands land to my chest and her head drops back. “God, no.”

“Just ride me, Kens. You’re fucking beautiful like this.”

And she was.

So fucking beautiful.

She’s a little awkward while she finds her pace, and, while he has no business being in this moment, I can’t help but want to fucking strangle Mark.

He did that to her—made her feel less than.

When in truth, she’s perfect.

She’s made for sex.

Made for loving.

Made for me.

Soon, she’s rolling her hips over mine like it’s all she needs, and she’s so fucking wet, that she leaves herself behind, all over, in addition to coating my cock. I keep tweaking, rolling, pinching her nipple with one hand, but I also know I’m not going to last much longer.

If she’s not already there with me playing with her nipple, my cock wedged deep inside her, and her rolling her clit over me…she needed a little extra stimulation.

So, I bring my hand between us and, palm up, move my fingers so they can roll under her clit with each move of her hips.

“Oh!” Her movements stop for a moment, so I circle her clit with my finger as I circle her nipple with my thumb. “Liam.” My name is said on a low groan.

“Yeah, Kens. That’s right.”

Her hips are moving faster now, her face closed tight and her mouth open.

Her little moans…

Her hitched breaths…

And then her knees are tightening to my sides. “L-l-liam.” Her body shakes and her nails dig into my chest as her body is overcome with her orgasm.

“Yeah, Kens. Yeah, baby. Like that.” I take her hips in hand and lift her a little; it makes her body shudder again. But, not allowing her to calm down from her orgasm, I start to thrust quickly up into her pulsing, tight heat.

She’s still moaning my name, just like I’m groaning, grunting incoherent words. I can’t make words make sense. Not when her body is so tight and so fucking right for mine.

“Shit. Fuck. Kens.” It only takes three more thrusts before my balls draw tight to my core and I’m jerking inside her. “Uuuugh.”

My coming is strong, powerful, and it damn near hurts. “Shit, Kens,” I groan, as my cock continues to empty itself into the condom.

She’s still sitting atop me, but I feel the slightest of trembles in her arms. There’s no doubt her body is as exhausted as mine.

Carefully, I pull her down as I roll us to our sides, where she rests easily. “I gotta…” I start explaining, but then put my hand to my softening cock and pull out of Kensley’s wet warmth, keeping the condom in place. Her moan is nearly sad—as sad as I feel to leave her.

I roll away, so I can pull the used condom off and knot it closed, tossing it in the garbage bin that’s wedged between the wall and my nightstand.

I waste no time though, and am soon on my side again, rolling her so I can spoon against her back.

“You good?”

She nods then yawns. “I’m good.”

I nuzzle my nose into the back of her neck, completely at ease. “We should clean you up.”

“Probably.” Her voice is tired.

I bite her shoulder gently, trying to wake her up a little. “Shower?”

She looks over her shoulder at me, that funny scolding look she gets, on her face. “Did you bite me?”

“Shower?” I ask again, grinning.

“Only if you don’t bite. We don’t bite.”

“Sometimes we do.” Then I take her mouth with mine.

It’s another twenty minutes before we make it to the shower.

And Kensley does indeed bite.

 

*   *   *

 

The sun is starting to fight the horizon, but I’ve been awake for the last twenty minutes.

Laying here quietly, with Kensley cuddled into my side, her arm and a leg over me, using me as her human body pillow.

Just like I told her that night on her couch, Kensley was a very sexual being.

Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, maybe it’s just her, but dayum.

Twice here in the bed, then once in the shower.

Then again at two, when my alarm accidentally went off.

I’d tried to shush Kensley back to sleep, but just like she did in the shower, she took my cock into her mouth and that was that.

I shift, bringing my arm back behind my head as I lazily trace circles on her bare shoulder.

We may have run out of condoms after the first two rounds, but there’d been no shortage of orgasms.

They were just left on skin and against mouths.

I chuckle lightly at that and press a kiss to the top of Kensley’s head, glancing at the clock as I do so. Six.

With the sun coming up, even with room darkening shades in their rooms, I’m not entirely sure how long the girls will sleep.

“Kens,” I say softly, against her hair.

“Hmmm?” Her answer is one of those far away ones; she’s not really awake.

I press another kiss to her head and slowly dislodge myself from her. She moans a little, but quickly falls back into her deep slumber.

I can’t help but grin a manly grin.

I did that to her.

Scratching my chest proudly, I walk to the closet to pull out a shirt then grab a pair of sweats from the top shelf. Once they’re on, I quietly exit the room and go to the bathroom. Business done, with hands and teeth cleaned, I step back into the hall. At some point in the night, Guinness left his post at the door and moved to lay between London’s and Sawyer’s doors.

“Gotta go outside?” I ask quietly.

He gets up and stretches, before following me to the back. I unarm the alarm system before sliding open the back door, letting it sit open and bringing in the cool ocean air, then start a pot of coffee.

I’m in the middle of my second cup, sitting out on the porch, when hands land on my shoulders and drop slowly until arms hug my neck from behind.

“Morning,” I say with a grin, lifting my coffee cup to take another sip.

“Good morning,” Kensley answers.

“I could get used to this.” I lower my mug again and turn my head, after which, Kensley presses a soft kiss to me.

“I think I could too.” She unwinds her arms from my neck and walks, barefoot, toward the Adirondack chair beside mine, but I grab and tug her hand. Moving my cup out of the way, I pull her down to my lap.

Kensley, in a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt she brought from her apartment, curls up on my lap like she’s meant to be there. I lean so I can put my coffee cup down on the deck, then wrap my arms around her.

“You sleep good?”

She nods, adjusting herself so she can rest her head on my shoulder. “I did.  It was a good night.” There’s the smallest flush of pink on her cheeks.

“It was.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Nothing to thank me for, Kens.”

The happy sigh is all I get in answer.

We sit there in silence for a good five minutes before Kensley says, “So…propose the girls and I do move in… They don’t go to bed until six-thirty, seven. Will you be upset if they keep you awake during the week?”

“Nope.” I may answer quickly, but I’m absolutely sure of it.

“What if someone decides they need to cuddle all night? Or, they crawl into the bed at, say, one-thirty. Two. Right before your alarm.”

“Still wouldn’t be upset.” I kiss her forehead then turn my head forward again, resting my cheek to the top of her head.

“You say that now, but Liam, living with those two is different than just hanging out.”

“You trying to scare me?” I ask with a chuckle.

“No, just wanting to be positive you don’t get in over your head.”

“I want you guys here,” I say softly. “And I mean that.”

“Okay.”

That sits for a moment, before her single word fully registers. “Okay, like, okay, you’ll move in?”

Kensley shrugs the shoulder that’s against my chest and turns her face into my shoulder more. I’m pretty sure she’s smiling. Which is cool, because I’m grinning like a fucking fool.

“Yeah?” I ask, needing to hear her say it.

“Yeah.” She pushes away then, just enough so we can have a face to face conversation. “I do have to give a thirty-day notice.”

“That’s cool.” I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m clearly failing because Kensley is obviously amused with me.

“God,” she laughs, a small shake to her head, “you’re going to be in so far over your head.”