Trusting Liam(10)

She released my hair and started pulling on my arms, and I crawled up her body. And like earlier in the club, our hands started searching for each other. Pulling each other closer, touching everywhere, trying to get closer. I’d never felt like I’d needed to get closer to a girl—I’d never felt like I had to make her mine. Sex—no matter how different the position or girl—had always just been sex. But this girl? I needed all of her. And as she gave me more of herself, and slowly gave up fighting for control, my body roared with a need to make her mine—to let everyone know she belonged to me.

My head fell back against the bed when we’d gotten my jeans and boxer briefs off, and she took me in her hands. No matter how amazing her hands felt on me, I wanted more. Flipping us over so she was on her back again, I parted her legs with my knees, and kissed her slowly as I moved my cock over her piercing. She whimpered and her fingers dug into my back a few minutes later, and her eyes locked on mine as her rapid breaths became uneven. Just because I’d never been with a girl who pierced her clit, it didn’t mean I hadn’t heard enough about it. And from the way she’d instantly fallen apart the first time and was on the edge of another orgasm right now, it wasn’t hard to see it served its purpose. I was officially in love with that fucking piercing.

“Oh God, I . . .” She moaned as her body began vibrating again, and the moan turned into a sharp cry when I quickly thrust inside her.

She gripped my back as I moved inside her, alternating between hard and fast thrusts and slow, torturous movements, taking me all the way out only to slam back into her. She breathed for me to go faster, and a shudder worked through my body as I tried to hold off on my own release. I wanted to give her what she wanted, but I knew what I was doing was driving her crazy, and I loved watching her. Throughout the entire time I would tease her clit for a few seconds before backing off it completely. By the time I dropped my head into the crook of her neck as I came inside her, she was whimpering and digging her nails into my shoulders, to the point where I had no doubt there would be marks. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I rested my body on top of hers, and kissed her gently before moving my lips down her throat and over her collarbone. Leaning back, I went down her chest to the swell of her breasts, and spent minutes torturing her nipples as I hardened inside her again. I slowly began moving my hips, and everything about this time was different. My body never moved from pinning hers to the bed. Every movement was slow and in sync as I moved one of her legs to wrap around my waist.

Cupping my cheeks in her hands, she pressed her mouth to mine as I slowly made love to her. There were no other words for what we were doing, and it was something I’d never had the desire to do before. None of this made sense, and all of it was too passionate an encounter when we didn’t know each other, but I couldn’t get enough of her.

As I went back enough so I could reach between our bodies, my movements never faltered as I rolled my fingers around her sensitive bud, and the force of her orgasm sent me into my own. There were no words as our bodies trembled against each other, and none as our breathing slowed and we came off the high of what had just happened.

Rolling our bodies to the side, I held her close and just stared at her for what could have been hours as my fingers trailed up and down her spine. I’d never wanted to fall asleep next to someone as much as I did her. I’d never wanted to replay a night. I’d also never stayed in bed and just stared at a girl. If the girl stayed it was because we were too drunk to get her home, or for me to leave. Once again, this girl was changing everything I’d ever known, and I still didn’t even know her name.

When her eyelids started getting heavy, I brushed her hair back from her cheek and looked into her dark eyes. “Where did you come from, Moon?”

Her eyebrows pulled together, and a confused look crossed her face before relaxing when I traced the tattoo high up on the side of her ribs. There was a small, black crescent moon there, and it seemed to fit her for now. Why out of all her tattoos had I chosen that one to call her by? I don’t know. But there was a part of me that was worried that this night would shatter if I knew her name at that moment. Tomorrow would be a different story—I would find out everything I could about her then.

With a soft smile, she lifted one shoulder in a shrug, and leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips and relax into my chest.

“Good night, Moon,” I whispered before we fell asleep.

MY EYES SHOT open, and my arm automatically reached out beside me, looking for a girl I somehow knew wouldn’t be there. But it took my mind a few seconds too long to catch up, to know that it’d been a dream—a dream I’d had every night since I saw her on Friday. Running my hands through my hair and down my face, I groaned as the memories continued to torture me.