Chapter 8

8

OPAL

S ome women agonize over this decision for ages. Some commit to never having sex until they're married, or until they've been living with a guy for at least six months, or whatever timeframe they consider suitable. Maybe I'm weird for never really thinking about drawing any arbitrary lines. I always figured that I would know when the time came.

And now it has.

Liam holds me so tenderly, his huge hand moving slowly across my stomach, as if he truly worships my rounded, ample curves.

Maybe it's too fast, or maybe it's not. All I know is that when I look deeply into his dark eyes, there's something there. Something warm and wonderful. Something that I know in my heart he has never experienced with any other woman except me.

He's the spark I've always craved to find my place in life – which I know now is going to be West Stoneburg. Somehow, that knowledge gives me a little push of courage. Why be shy with him, when he just consumed my body with a fire I can't even comprehend?

My palm lightly strokes his forearm, then I shift, fingers trailing across his firm, rippled abs and then drifting lower, my thumb fiddling with the edge of his jeans to unbutton them. Liam stares directly into my eyes as I slowly unzip, pulling toward me so I don't hurt him. His pants are already straining, and I can't wait to see why.

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice is even deeper. There's a brightness in his eyes and a slight flush in his tan cheeks. It's thrilling to know I arouse him this much. That my body is making his react like this.

"I told you. I want you."

My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I reach into his jeans and shorts. Oh, wow. My fingertips gently stroke his hot, hard length, which seems to keep going and going.

With a chuckle, he rolls away, yanking off his jeans, shorts and socks all at once. When he rolls back, I stare down at his crotch, blinking. "That’s…a lot," I mutter. My fingers barely fit around it as I cautiously stroke all the way down to the base. It practically pulses in my hand. Although the skin itself is soft, the core is very firm, and it feels…stretched, I guess?

My eyes lift to his, and I giggle when I realize I've been staring. It makes Liam chuckle, sliding his thick arm under me again. "I love the way you laugh," he murmurs against my ear as his palm lightly circles my breast.

Does he know that I melt into a puddle of mush when he looks at me like this? I'm pretty sure he likes the way I twitch and tremble every time he touches me.

I honestly have no idea how I existed in this world before meeting him. Everything seems amplified. Brighter. Maybe it's because the lust emotion has been truly activated for the first time.

His lips meet mine in a feather-light touch, and I sense his excitement. He doesn't seem to want to rush me, and yet we're both curious and more than ready to go. His thumb flexes against my nipple several times, then his hand drops between my legs. Instantly I spread them, wanting him to explore any way he wants.

He pulls back to watch my eyes as he slowly thrusts a finger inside me. From the way I tense up briefly, I think it's clear that I am a virgin. It doesn't bother me that he knows how innocent I am. Actually, I get the sense he likes it.

"You're sure? Beyond sure?" His thick voice crackles with emotion.

"Positive."

He moves slowly, jiggling his finger inside me, making sure that my juices coat his skin. My breath begins to stutter as my body takes over. Squeezing his length gently, I move my hand all the way up and down, then drag my thumb across the tip. Grinning, I look down and see a few drops of liquid escaping.

"You're so sexy," he growls, slowly shifting his weight so that he's on all fours over me. The sensation of being completely surrounded by this incredible man makes my heart race.

From how excited he is, I would have guessed that he would have simply grabbed me and taken me. Instead, Liam slowly lets his eyes wander all over me. I can practically feel his gaze on my skin. Having all his attention centered directly on me is intoxicating.

His erection slides against my stomach as he reaches down to lightly flick his thumb against my clit.

I think he likes the way I squirm. Likes the way my hips shift, back arching slightly as I try not to gasp. This feeling is almost too much for me to process. It can't be natural to feel this much lust for someone so fast. Although it's more than lust, these feelings…brand new and glittering and all tangled up in my head like a long string of Christmas lights.

His teeth graze the side of my throat, lifting my body up off the bed. I feel like a bow being tightened. "Easy, baby." His low murmur does nothing to relax me, instead sending wild shivers straight through my overheated skin. "Just tell me one more time that you want me."

My fingers grip the back of his shoulder, directing his lips to mine. "I want you."

He smiles while kissing me, then groans softly as he fills me with his finger, twisting around, flicking his thumb against my clit, not wanting to hurt me.

At this point I wouldn't even care. I just need…him. Need everything. Need to know how close we can possibly be.

He settles one forearm on the bed, his other hand stroking down my side to grip his cock. Our breath stutters as he drags the thick, blunt head against me, testing my juices. I'm so wet, and my pussy feels wide open.

I couldn't possibly be more ready than I am right now.

Liam pulls back so that I can watch his expression…and he can watch mine. As the stiff shaft begins to move inside me, I feel like screaming in pure joy. It's so intense. Even more than the physical sensation of my body opening for his, it's that look in his eyes. What is that look?

It feels like love. Or at least the beginning of love. Or the introduction to the beginning of love. Something at the start of the path to love, anyway. And happiness. And…

I cry out his name, arching forward to bury my face and his muscular shoulder. It's so intense. Too many feelings coming at me from all directions. But the physical pressure itself is exquisite.

"So wet for me, baby," he groans, leaning slightly on his side so that he's not covering me completely. He grips my hip, rocking us back and forth as his length works slowly deeper.

Taking him inside my body is so deeply intimate. I had no idea.

I think Liam is able to see what this means to me – in fact, I think it's just as overwhelming for him. "Do you want more, gorgeous?"

I'm already nodding, legs spreading wider as I lean slightly toward him. My eyes and mouth snap wide as he bears down, slowly thrusting inside as deep as he can go.

Oh my…

I can't control my moans and gasps, the way my hands scrabble at his back and shoulders, the way I kiss his neck, his clenched jaw, anywhere I can reach.

"I know, baby," he says soothingly, even though it's through grit teeth. "It’s too much. But you're too much, too. You're so fucking hot and perfect for me, and this feels so good I'm going out of my mind."

My hands are busy exploring every inch of him, splitting the focus of the deep, fiery pleasure coiling deep within me. Liam takes my hands, closing his left fingers around both of my wrists at once to pin them over my head. Go figure: I'm stretched out, naked and helpless, and I’m the most grounded in my body that I've ever been.

Just when I think I can't possibly feel any more pleasure, he begins to thumb my clit while nibbling along my ear. "Let yourself go, baby," he urges. "Just let it happen. Let that sexy little pussy come all over my cock."

And, once again, Liam proves that he's an expert in throwing fuel on a fire.

He thrusts a bit faster, deeper, watching my eyes as I nod eagerly. I'm utterly fascinated as I watch his body tense, knowing that we're creating this immense pleasure together.

The earlier sensation of my body being too tight around his has released, and now I'm squirming and writhing on his shaft. Looking down to where our bodies are joined, the contrast is incredible. My pale skin and his rich tan. His hot muscles and my soft curves. He's so much taller than me – I feel kind of small around him.

Is it possible for his cock to swell even more? I swear it feels like it just did. "Are you going to…" I blurt, then I lose my words and my head falls back as my entire body begins to spasm at the thought of him coming inside me.

When I'm able to tilt my head toward Liam again, his expression is a mask of barely restrained control and there’s a wicked gleam in his eye. "That's it, sexy. Come on. Fuck me back. Come hard for me, baby."

I'm bucking against him as his thick shaft rams over and over, making crude, wet sounds as our bodies slam together roughly. His thumb digs into my clit a bit harder, and then I'm gone, twisting and screaming as incredible electricity zips through my veins.

He kisses me savagely, rocking even faster until I feel his thick cock release inside me. Wow . It is unbelievably satisfying to feel my body draining his. It's raw and animalistic and so damn hot.

"Opal," he growls, releasing my wrists to clutch my body against his. "My baby."

My pussy spasms again, hot and wet. As if being called his feels right to every single cell inside me. My head is spinning as I look up at his expressive, dark eyes.

"Opal… I…” He collapses to the side, rolling away but keeping his arm around me. Holding us close. He stares at the ceiling for a few moments, catching his breath. Then he looks over, almost guiltily. "I'm so sorry… Was that too rough for your first time?"

My wild grin makes his eyes twinkle. "No way."

"Good." His fingers walk a slow line from my knee to my hip. "Because that was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me, and I just couldn't quite control myself."

Although he's keeping his tone light, there's something in the way his jaw tightens. He’s the kind of guy who really does want to control and be responsible for everything. Keep the world spinning exactly the way it should.

Just for a nanosecond, I'm flooded with guilt. My art, my videos… I'm literally playing with fire. Is he going to feel responsible for me? Will my work ruin his reputation or anything?

I hope he doesn't ever expect me to be perfectly normal. Other than that, I think…well, nothing right now, to be honest. I'm far past thinking at the moment.

I'm left with the vague, hazy, impression that I'm okay with a guy who's a slight control freak, if he knows when to let go, like he just did.