Relentless Liberation by L.J. Fine Page B

pressure built beneath
that special place as he pounded into her.
    Relentlessly.
    “Come on, baby, come for me.” He reached between their bodies
and found her clit with his thumb. “I wanna feel you squeeze my cock when you
fall apart.”
    Damn, she loved the way he spoke to her. That alone could
get her off. He was beginning to unravel too, losing his grace as he pistoned
into her, rhythm turning choppy. That he was starting to lose his shit was one
of the sexiest things she had ever seen.
    Then he moved his thumb just a little lower, rubbing that
delicious space on the underside of her clit, and that was all it took. Her
orgasm slammed into her, almost catching her off guard in its severity. Words
like oh God and Tyler flowed out of her mouth like a litany with
random non-verbal articulations that didn’t sound quite human sprinkled
intermittently throughout.
    It didn’t matter that the things coming out of her mouth
were unintelligible because she could tell he knew exactly how she felt. Could
even empathize.
    Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered on his still-working
cock and it wasn’t long before she heard him make his own unintelligible sounds
surrounded by her name, some growls and a few fucks thrown in there for
good measure. His dick swelled inside her as his whole body shook above her,
muscles straining, veins in his neck and arms popping.
    If she hadn’t been hopelessly in love with him before, she
most definitely was now. The words fought with her to jump from her throat into
the air but she desperately held them back.
    There was no way in hell she was going to enlighten him on
the inner workings of her emotions until he quelled some of her confusion. If
even then . She had a hunch he wouldn’t be too receptive to that kind of
declaration.
    So she bit her tongue as he collapsed on top of her and
buried his face in the hollow of her neck. He was heavy but she luxuriated in
the feel of him, the way his bare skin felt against hers, the rise and fall of
his chest as he regained his breathing. She wanted to soak it all up now and
store it in her memory banks to savor once this incredibly fantastic and unreal
night was over and things returned to their normal state. Because she knew that
it was an inevitability once morning came.
    After a while his lips meandered on her neck and over her
jaw, onto her cheek. He pushed up to once again brace his weight on his elbows
and his questing lips found hers. His kiss was slow and deep, deliberate and
unhurried.
    “Damn, baby,” he finally murmured. “I definitely called it
that day in your apartment.”
    Okaaaay, she wasn’t following. Then again, she was surprised
she could remember her own name right at the moment. So her brow furrowed. “Huh?”
    He chuckled and the sound vibrated from his body into hers.
“That you’re the best fucking lay of my life.” Then he abruptly lifted his head
and narrowed his eyes on her. “You better remember this, though.”
    She couldn’t help it—she had to laugh. Even though his words
inadvertently brought back some painful memories of a time before she met him.
He was so adorable and sweet that she found the pain was actually lessening.
And this mind-blowing experience was absolutely nothing like that first one.
    “Don’t worry. I couldn’t forget if my life depended on it.” She
kissed his smiling lips briefly and he followed her with his mouth, deepening
it. When her tongue touched his, his length twitched inside her and he groaned.
    “Lemme take care of this. I’ll be right back,” he said,
pulling out of her and gripping the condom at the base before levering off her
and the bed. As he made his way into the bathroom, she abruptly missed his
warmth, so she pulled the covers up over her body to try to compensate.
    Climbing back into bed, he spooned up behind her, pulling
her in tight against him. “I know we need to talk through some shit but right
now I’m so tired I can’t even see straight.” He kissed