Page 47 of Same Thing
She nodded and his response was instant. He slid his finger in, and she huffed a breath as she arched harder and spread her knees wider. She felt like they were floating as he slid it in and out of her slowly. He took his time and when the first orgasm pulsed through her, she was almost taken off guard. She felt a million miles from earth when it was just them like this.
“I need you really wet,” he whispered, rolling on top of her.
He pushed a second finger in, and she gasped at the stretch. It was a second of shock, and then it felt so good again, and she was lost with him once more.
“You’re doing so good,” he rumbled, spreading her legs wider, so he could fill the space there with his wide hips.
In desperation, she reached down and pushed at his sweats.
His lips were back on hers now, and he helped, pushing his clothes down his legs, and off completely. He eased down and drew the sensitive nub of her breast into his mouth, and sucked it hard, harder.
Her breathing was ragged as she moved her hips with the pace he set with his fingers.
He grabbed her wrist and held it pinned over her head. “Can you say it for me again?” he gritted out.
Confused, she opened her eyes to find his eyes were glowing a too-bright icy blue, and his teeth were gritted. And she knew what he needed. He needed her to remind him to be gentle.
“Can you take care of me?” she whispered on a breath.
He eased his fingers out of her and kissed her once, twice. “You want me to be your first?” he asked as he dragged kisses down the side of her throat.
And didn’t he know? Didn’t he realize? He was already her first in so many ways already. Of course she wanted this connection with him.
“I want you,” she whispered, repeating his earlier words.
He pushed the head of his cock past her entrance, and she relaxed her knees and stomach, sure that she was in for some kind of pain. There was none though. He was slow and methodical about the way he pushed into her just a little more each stroke. All the stretch that was happening only felt good. Sooo good.
He filled her more, and more, until he let off a long groan as he buried himself inside of her completely.
The sound in his throat was so sexy. She caught onto his pace, rolling her hips to match him as he kissed her, and this was it. This was the moment she’d overthought for all these years. The moment she’d wondered at ever happening to her. She was so happy it hadn’t happened to her until now. She was so happy to be with Liam.
His abs were rolling against the softness of her stomach, and the scruff on his face was rough as they kissed, and the touch of his hands was firm but gentle, and the feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of her was just an overwhelming combination of feelings that she loved. Her body had never been through anything like this before, and she never wanted it to end.
She wanted him buried deeply in her for eternity.
Liam took his time, and dragged another orgasm from her, pumped into her to match the fading pulses of pleasure, and then he did it again. It was like he knew her body already. Knew what it liked. If she made a sound of pleasure, he noted it and explored whatever felt good to her. Her loud mind was utterly consumed with him, and what he was doing to her body.
He was tensing up now with every stroke now though, and she loved it. She wanted him to come with her. Wanted it all. Her body craved to feel his release, and closer and closer he dragged them, driving in to her harder and faster.
She clung to him desperately, closed her eyes against the word as he bucked into her. She cried out as she came again, and he grunted and pushed up on locked arms, and she could see the werewolf in him. His eyes were a blinding vibrant blue, and his features were sharper. There was a snarl in his throat as he slammed into her. His dick throbbed and he gritted out her name as he lost himself right along with her. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as her release crashed through her. Never in her life had she seen anything as powerful as him.
He was hers.
As their releases pulsed on, she had such a moment of clarity.
He was hers.
He’d stayed gentle for her. He’d taken care of her. He’d taught her.
He’d taken her body and made it his, and she knew what that feeling in her chest was.
There was a bond between them now that was bigger than before.
He really was hers.
Liam lowered down and kissed her, hand back on the back of her neck. He was coveting her. His hand massaged her hip gently, and then he dragged it up to the other side of her throat and melted against her completely as he rolled her over on top of him. Liam hugged her up so tightly as he kissed her, and god, his hands—his big powerful hands—went so gentle with her as he caressed her back.
Nory’s heartrate slowed as she got drunk on his kiss. He wasn’t in a rush to pull out of her, and she was glad. She loved being connected to him like this.