Chapter 14

14

OPAL

M ost of my life, I've been a pretty quiet person. The weirdo artsy chick who keeps to herself and stays relatively silent.

But something about Liam brings out my sassy side. And since he likes to tease me, I'm going to tease him right back.

Reaching down, I boldly grab his shaft, stroking a few times. Then I shift into place, notching the thick round head inside me. He reaches for my hips, but I grab his hands, entwining our fingers together as I meet his eyes.

I am so crazy in love with this man. My feelings are honestly like a fire that has escaped its enclosure and is racing across dry grass, heading for the great beyond.

If we're this in love now, what are we going to be like in a month? In a year? Good lord. Revolting to all outsiders, probably.

Biting my lip, I stifle a laugh as I start working down slowly, his cock an arrow pointed right where I need him. We're both restless, eager to feel him plunged deep, yet I flex my thighs, forcing myself to move at glacial speed.

The pressure is incredible. As I bear down on him, shivers zip up and down my spine as we moan together.

"So tight and wet," he growls, squeezing my fingers and pulling slightly, guiding me lower.

Working my pussy down onto his length, I study the light in Liam's eyes the way I normally study flames. The tiny little sparks. The blazes. The way his eyes roll back in his head for a moment when I finally sink down onto him completely.

Once his massive cock is fully seated inside me, I stop, taking a breath while remaining perfectly still. Then I start wiggling my hips, testing the angles until I pitch forward, rubbing my clit against his warm skin. I've never been athletic or graceful, yet suddenly I’m twisting my hips like a belly dancer, finding a perfect rhythm that makes Liam's eyes drop halfway closed.

"Hypnotic," he groans. "So fucking hot, baby." He releases my hands to grip my ass hard, joining me in the movement as we rock together.

It's a strange kind of power, feeling his manhood tunneling all the way inside me, moving up and down, stretching me open as I explore this wild connection. The pressure inside me from his swelling shaft is incredible, just as my thighs begin to burn from the effort of bouncing up and down.

I've always been too busy to exercise much. Now I make a mental note to start working on at least my thighs so I can do this all the time.

Gripping Liam's shoulders, I grind against him as his hips thrust up frantically. His growls and stutters are becoming louder as I ride him. There's something desperate and beautiful about this moment. The first time we had sex, we were reveling in the exploration. The newness of it all.

This feels like…claiming. Acknowledging that we belong together forever. This truth somehow permeates every motion, sharpening our lust to the point we can practically see it hovering in the air.

"Wow," I moan, as the pleasure builds fast. "Now I understand why women love big guys so much."

"Gonna come for me, baby?" I love how Liam's voice becomes so rasping and urgent when he's buried inside me. "Need to feel that hot little pussy dripping down on me."

Damn, I love it when my rugged firefighter loses control. Knowing that I can make him do that flicks a switch, making me fall apart. Pleasure explodes inside me, my vision overtaken by orange spots and the sight of Liam's lust-filled eyes.

My entire body spasms as I squeeze him so hard his eyes practically cross. Only his firm grip on my hips keeps me from falling over.

"That's it, baby. More. Give me all of it."

He's pounding up into me, our bodies making wet, messy noises with each deep thrust. The climax rattles me to the core, then I feel his warm release blast deep inside me as Liam roars through what feels like the orgasm of a lifetime.

I collapse on top of him and he holds me gently, stroking my back. "So gorgeous," he murmurs. "I can't believe I found the most beautiful artist in the world." Under his breath he mutters darkly, "Even if she's possibly a pyromaniac."

Laughing, I roll off him as we ignore the mess we've made of his bed.

"And this is just the beginning," he says, with a sweet grin.

"Yeah." My palm cups his chin, my thumb gliding along his cheekbone. "You know, I bet I could get some incredible footage with this sexy face behind the flames?—"

"No way."

I reach down to slap his ass lightly.

He chuckles deeply. "Okay, maybe."

My hand slips up to pinch his nipple gently.

"Yow! Fine, probably ."

"There we go," I laughed.

"Chef, safety captain, and now model," he grumbles, rolling his eyes. "I'm suddenly very busy with all this looking after the gorgeous new girlfriend stuff."

My lips graze his. "Don't worry. We have the rest of our lives to figure it out."