moves in and out of me.
" Liam, I'm going to fucking come," I cry, feeling like my eyes are going to roll back in my head the pleasure is so great.
" Yes, Harper, it's mine. Your orgasm is mine," he groans through gritted teeth.
As if our bodies are in tune to each other , we come at the same time. Liam falls on me, his breathing rigid by my ear, our bodies moving together with each hard breath as we fight for air. No words are spoken again. Liam removes the condom, throwing it away before he takes me in his arms, holding me tight. I fall asleep fast and sleep like I never have before.
Chapter 14
I wake up early the next morning still wrapped tight in Liam's arms. I wiggle loose and he only stirs a little, turning over on his stomach. I sit up and admire the muscular, tan, Italian god sleeping so soundly. I'm very slow and quiet getting out of bed, so as to not wake him, and shut the bathroom door as softly as I can. After using the bathroom, I find Liam's toothbrush and toothpaste. I stare at my still naked self in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I still have black eyes, but it looks more like I am wearing a dark eye shadow and some very heavy eyeliner. There are a couple of hickeys on my breasts and belly. Don't remember him doing that.
I decide to take a shower using his expensiv e men's shampoo and body wash. He has nothing girly anywhere in this apartment. I grab one of the giant towels on the shelf next to the shower. Wrapping it around me, I search the drawers for a comb. It takes me a while to get the tangles out of my hair. I definitely had some just-fucked hair.
Not knowing what else to do because I have no clothes , I go back in the bedroom with the towel still wrapped around me. Liam hasn't moved from the position I left him in forty-five minutes ago. I sit cross-legged next to him on the bed, lightly running my fingers up and down his back.
He stirs with a happy type moan, rolling over on to his back. His eyes are half open and the second he sees me I get a huge smile.
"I could get used to this," h e says with a yawn.
"Get used to what?" I ask , now lightly rubbing his chest.
"Waking up to your beautiful face." S itting up, rubbing his eyes, he takes my hand and kisses the palm. He gets to his feet and walks toward the bathroom. "Don't go anywhere, Petal. I will be right back," he orders. I enjoy the view of his tight ass as he walks away.
I sit there for a moment, when I hear the shower running. Time for a little snoopy snoop . Hopping off the bed, I open his bedside drawer. I half expect to see dildos and condoms, but there are just a few magazines, some books, and some chapstick.
Next , I wander over to a giant dark wood dresser. The more I look around this apartment, the more I believe that no girl has ever spent time here. He has one picture on the dresser. It's of a beautiful woman with his same dark skin and jet black hair. By the looks of the picture it seems to have been taken in the early 80's. With the clothes she is wearing and the style of her hair, it is definitely and old picture. She is smiling at the camera and holding her belly. She's pregnant, not very far along, but there is a definite baby bump. This must be his mother when she was pregnant with him. It's very sweet that this is the only picture I have seen so far in this apartment.
I think back to what Sarah had said about not asking abo ut Sal's wife, Liam's mother. Can I ask now that we have slept together, or will I be shut down? I don't even know how old Liam is. If I had to guess, I would say thirty-one or thirty-two. Maybe this is some information I should find out.
Age is not a big deal to me, but me being 23 , I'm sure my family would not like the age difference. I still hear the shower, so I decide to check out the very large walk-in closet. Hanging on one side is an array of expensive suits and a shelf with every color of tie you can
" Liam, I'm going to fucking come," I cry, feeling like my eyes are going to roll back in my head the pleasure is so great.
" Yes, Harper, it's mine. Your orgasm is mine," he groans through gritted teeth.
As if our bodies are in tune to each other , we come at the same time. Liam falls on me, his breathing rigid by my ear, our bodies moving together with each hard breath as we fight for air. No words are spoken again. Liam removes the condom, throwing it away before he takes me in his arms, holding me tight. I fall asleep fast and sleep like I never have before.
Chapter 14
I wake up early the next morning still wrapped tight in Liam's arms. I wiggle loose and he only stirs a little, turning over on his stomach. I sit up and admire the muscular, tan, Italian god sleeping so soundly. I'm very slow and quiet getting out of bed, so as to not wake him, and shut the bathroom door as softly as I can. After using the bathroom, I find Liam's toothbrush and toothpaste. I stare at my still naked self in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I still have black eyes, but it looks more like I am wearing a dark eye shadow and some very heavy eyeliner. There are a couple of hickeys on my breasts and belly. Don't remember him doing that.
I decide to take a shower using his expensiv e men's shampoo and body wash. He has nothing girly anywhere in this apartment. I grab one of the giant towels on the shelf next to the shower. Wrapping it around me, I search the drawers for a comb. It takes me a while to get the tangles out of my hair. I definitely had some just-fucked hair.
Not knowing what else to do because I have no clothes , I go back in the bedroom with the towel still wrapped around me. Liam hasn't moved from the position I left him in forty-five minutes ago. I sit cross-legged next to him on the bed, lightly running my fingers up and down his back.
He stirs with a happy type moan, rolling over on to his back. His eyes are half open and the second he sees me I get a huge smile.
"I could get used to this," h e says with a yawn.
"Get used to what?" I ask , now lightly rubbing his chest.
"Waking up to your beautiful face." S itting up, rubbing his eyes, he takes my hand and kisses the palm. He gets to his feet and walks toward the bathroom. "Don't go anywhere, Petal. I will be right back," he orders. I enjoy the view of his tight ass as he walks away.
I sit there for a moment, when I hear the shower running. Time for a little snoopy snoop . Hopping off the bed, I open his bedside drawer. I half expect to see dildos and condoms, but there are just a few magazines, some books, and some chapstick.
Next , I wander over to a giant dark wood dresser. The more I look around this apartment, the more I believe that no girl has ever spent time here. He has one picture on the dresser. It's of a beautiful woman with his same dark skin and jet black hair. By the looks of the picture it seems to have been taken in the early 80's. With the clothes she is wearing and the style of her hair, it is definitely and old picture. She is smiling at the camera and holding her belly. She's pregnant, not very far along, but there is a definite baby bump. This must be his mother when she was pregnant with him. It's very sweet that this is the only picture I have seen so far in this apartment.
I think back to what Sarah had said about not asking abo ut Sal's wife, Liam's mother. Can I ask now that we have slept together, or will I be shut down? I don't even know how old Liam is. If I had to guess, I would say thirty-one or thirty-two. Maybe this is some information I should find out.
Age is not a big deal to me, but me being 23 , I'm sure my family would not like the age difference. I still hear the shower, so I decide to check out the very large walk-in closet. Hanging on one side is an array of expensive suits and a shelf with every color of tie you can
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