Page 18 of Love in Times of Contempt

"Can you keep quiet?" His pupils dilated, eyelids growing heavy.

"Not if you do your job right."

His fingers dug into her skull, and he pushed his knee between her legs to encourage them open. "Is that a dare?"

She sat up on him, straddling his hips, hands on his chest. The blankets still on her slid off her back with a soft caress. "Of course not. We really need to be quiet."

He lifted his torso and kissed her neck, taking off her shirt. "Good, because I happen to know how loud you can get."

She ground her hips against him and freed him from his shirt, too. "That's why I'll be doing the work."

"Is that right?"

He pushed her back onto the bed and kicked the comforter and sheets away from over them; they both did quick work of getting rid of the remaining clothes.

She pounced on him. She placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him laying flat on the bed; she kissed a nipple and nibbled on the taut skin of his belly. His hand curved around her nape, holding on to her, suggesting.

He didn't need to ask. She grabbed his hard cock with a hand and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking. The tremor that traveled under his skin blew oxygen into her own desire.

"Yes," he panted, his free hand pillowing his head high to watch her. "More."

She took him into her mouth. He grabbed her hair into a fist, guiding her speed and angle. She let him use her lips and tongue on himself, and grabbed his shaft with a firm hand. She used her own saliva as lubrication, twisting her hand in sync with her mouth. Her body asked for more, warmth and desire pooling inside of her, fueled by his hard breathing and barely hidden whimpers.

Her craving of him intensified, but she wouldn't give in to it yet. Not until she sensed him at the brink. She held onto the power of it; how she pushed him further along to the edge.

Soon. She moaned. He made a strangled sound. So soon.

She sucked him hard, tongue rubbing that point on the underside that drove him wild, and released him.

He surprised her by guiding her head away from his cock and bringing her up for a deep kiss.

"Ride me," he said. "I want to come inside of you."

"So demanding for someone not in control."

She settled on top of him again, grabbing him with a hand and slowly sinking down on him. Another moan escaped her as he filled her.

His hand grabbed the flesh of her hips. "Sshh. These walls weren't part of the reno. They for sure are not soundproof."

She bit her lip and started moving on him, building up the pace. "Don't talk about a reno while I'm on top of you, Liam."

He chuckled but the sound devolved into a whimper. "God. Ana."

One of his hands grabbed a bouncing breast, while the other found the right angle to rub on her clit. Her legs burned but she kept at it, angling her hips to get his cock to hit the right spot inside of her, almost sobbing at the stimulation of him and his two fingers.

"Are you gonna come on my cock yet?" he asked.

"Shh." Her legs couldn't keep at it and she shifted her movement, rolling her hips back and forth. "Rub me harder."

He added a third finger and gave her a feral smile, his other hand playing with her nipple. She pushed the hand away and dropped her torso to him, a choked sob escaping her despite her best intentions. His free hand kneaded her ass and thick thighs as she licked his bottom lip, nibbled on it, and pulled at it with her teeth.

Her hands squeezed the hard curves of his shoulders and, lifting her torso again, she surrounded his strong neck with her hands. She felt his gulp against them.

"I like knowing I hold power over you." She arched her back, teasing them both with almost disconnection, before taking him deep into her again. "That you're strong and could dominate me, but let me take you."

"I love that you want to." His voice rasped out of him, his eyes tracking her body as if taking in every single detail.

Her legs trembled with the effort, and she let herself squeeze his neck a touch harder. "I want to. So badly."