Page 85 of Seeking Stars
He straightened and let her have her fill of him. He was magnificent, standing naked in front of her. From the look of him, he knew it.
"Come here," she said. He approached her slowly, prowling, a glint in his eye.
She rested on her elbows, waiting for him, captivated by his feral look. He climbed on the bed and crawled closer to her but, right before kissing her, he turned away. He nipped at her neck, nibbled on her collarbone. Her muscles seemed to fail her and she fell on the bed, his lips following her.
Her hands explored his body, fueled by greed, getting acquainted with his muscled shoulders, the curves of his arms and chest, the ridges of his toned waist. He made his way down her front, open kisses on her skin. He left soft bites at the base of her breasts. He continued on his downward path until he found the only piece of clothing between them. He kissed the lace and the triangle of fabric, and her body bucked. The warm breath of his low chuckle tickled her skin.
He sat back on bent knees. He hooked his fingers in her underwear and pulled it down her legs. With a hungry smile, he tossed it over his shoulder.
"I want you on me," she breathed. "In me."
He didn't move to her. Instead, he reached for one of her legs; he guided it to his shoulder, where he kissed the inside of her ankle.
"I've waited a long time to do this," he said, his voice rough. His lips traveled down her leg, slowly.
"In general, or with me?" she asked.
He kept her ankle on his shoulder; he braced her leg with an arm as he came down to her and devoured her mouth.
"Yes," he said, almost nonsensically, but somehow she understood his meaning. She wrapped his neck with her arms to keep him close as he bit her lip and soothed the spot with his tongue.
Her thoughts disappeared as he positioned himself between her legs, still not entering her, length to clit.
"Fuck, Liam," she moaned, hooking her free leg behind his thigh. "I need you."
"Not quite yet," he said with a rumbling, strained laugh, as he ground his erection against her tender, sensitive flesh.
A faint sound seized her throat at the intensity of sensation. His movement began slow, making sure to wake up every single nerve ending at her core. He gained momentum until his rhythm became unrelenting, constant, making her arousal climb up to unbearable. Their breath caught, their moans filled the room in unison. His head dropped to her neck, where his breathing teased the fine hairs with every exhale.
Ana had never been one to beg, but a desperate part of her brain said fuck it.
"Liam— I— just—" She didn't care that her voice had come out in a whimper. "Please."
He slowed down his movement again, bringing his lips to kiss the line of her jaw, nibble on her clavicles.
He shifted his weight to brace his legs on the bed, her leg still hooked around an elbow.
He changed the angle of his hips to get the tip of his length close to her opening. She didn't know she had closed her eyes until he brought her attention to it.
"Open your eyes," he said, soft command in his voice. She complied.
When their eyes locked, he pushed into her in a swift, long flex of his hips. She gasped. He whimpered. She willed her body to adapt to the size of him, he gave her the time. He must have felt her body relaxing, because he moved out and in again not a moment too soon, right when she had needed him to.
She brought her hands to his waist, her fingers asking for more with digging nails. His body knew hers already— he responded without hesitation. He thrust deeper, faster, completely letting go. His expression at once fierce and glazed with pleasure, their eyes never wavered as she approached the crest building inside of her.
An explosion of tension and sensation rocketed through her body, her climax catching her by surprise. A gasp caught in her throat; her back tensed into a sharp curve at his persistent pounding. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and she fell into him, around him.
"Fuck," he said as her trembling body slowed him down. "Ana."
When she returned to herself he rolled his hips in a measured rhythm, his head hanging in between his shoulders as if yielding to something. He shifted again; he hooked her free leg over his other arm, fully tilting her hips and opening her to him. He built speed again. Aftershocks still coursed through her, but her body and her heart had softened; his continuing, determined effort welcomed into her body, even as nerve endings awakened again, their hypersensitivity making her writhe.
His chest hovered close enough to hers that her breasts rubbed against his pecs, her nipples puckering up at the contact. His ragged breath filled the room; her own quickened again. Her hands came up to his biceps, then his shoulders, then his neck, then to the bed in a desperate move— she lifted her torso, needing to kiss him. She licked his bottom lip, thrust her tongue into his mouth, and moaned into him— he came with a shuddering force, a groan escaping him. One, two more thrusts and he released her legs, crumbling down onto her.
She smiled against his temple, his heavy presence on top of her, his arms around her, the hard and sweet sounds of him making their way into her soul.
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Ana turned her head to gaze at Liam, now laying on his back next to her. His face was in a soft smile as he caught his breath. She reached with the back of her hand to rub the skin around his navel, and a grin took over his features.
