“You don’t need to apologize.” He closed the door behind him. “You’re welcome anytime. In fact…” He opened a drawer in his kitchen then pulled out a key. “Give me your key ring.”
I handed it to him.
He put the key on the ring then handed it back. “Come over whenever you want.”
“Did you just give me a key to your house?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah. I want you here all the time.”
I stared at it, watching it clash against my other keys.
He came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Just take it and don’t give me an argument.”
“That was really sweet…”
He kissed my cheek. “You’re my girlfriend. I’ll always be sweet to you.” He pulled away then headed to the living room.
“What were you doing before I came over?”
“Working out.”
“Where?”
“I have a gym in the basement.”
“Oh.” I eyed his knuckles and saw how bruised he was. He had scars along his stomach and arms, but they were fairly small. His knuckles were always in the worst shape. “You use a punching bag?”
He nodded.
“Your hands look really banged up.” I kissed each knuckle. “Maybe you should take it easy.”
He smiled. “Baby, I’m fine.”
“Okay.”
“What do you want to do?” he asked. “Go to a movie? Out to dinner?”
“I just want to lay in bed.”
“And make out?” He winked at me.
“Well, that’s always fun.”
He left the couch then went upstairs while I trailed behind. When we were in his room, he plopped down on the bed then beckoned me with his hands. “My lips have been lonely all day.”
I crawled on top of him then giggled. “Mine too.”
“Then give me some sugar.” He grabbed my face and pulled my lips to his. When we touched, it set my fingertips on fire. His hands gripped my hips then moved up my back. As soon as we kissed, his hard-on appeared underneath me. It was big and long.
Then he pulled me to the bed and rolled on top of me. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed his hips. My arms wrapped around his neck and my lips devoured his. His erection moved against the area between my legs, and the limited friction immediately made me pant. Liam always turned me on with little effort.
His kisses turned passionate and hot, wanting more than I could give him. When he breathed into my mouth, he suddenly pulled away. “I’m getting carried away…we should stop.” He lay on the bed beside me and grabbed my hand.
I didn’t want to stop. I cuddled beside him but didn’t make a move. He breathed heavily and stared at the ceiling. He kept his silence as he calmed himself down. He could have pressured me in the heat of the moment but he didn’t. Now I trusted him even more.
I wanted to tell him how I felt, that I loved him, but I was too scared. What if I told him the truth about my past then he left? The rejection would hurt a million times more if I confessed my true emotions.
When Liam calmed himself, he held himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. His hand moved under my shirt and rested on my stomach. He never went up to my bra so the touch didn’t bother me.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“It was okay.”
“Why do you sound sad?”
I shrugged. “I have to tell you something and I’ve been afraid to….”
His eyes darkened. He tensed at my serious words. “You shouldn’t be afraid to tell me anything.”
“But I am…”
“Don’t be,” he said firmly. “I’m going to love you the same no matter what you say.”
He said it again. He loved me.
“Do you mean that?” I whispered.
“Of course I do.”
“I just don’t want you to look at me differently.”
“I won’t,” he said firmly. “I promise.”
“Okay…”
He patiently waited for me to spit it out.
“I had a boyfriend when I was in high school. He was two years older than I, so naturally, I thought he was smarter and wiser than he really was. Anyway…our relationship started off normal. He was sweet to me and made me feel special but then he changed…”
Liam took a deep breath while he listened to me, like he was preparing for a hit.
“The first time we had sex, he…pressured me into doing it. It was painful and I didn’t like it. I cried as soon as I got home. I knew I lost my virginity to someone who didn’t love me.”
Liam didn’t react.
“Then, our relationship became worse. He would yell at me, be controlling, have parties all the time and never invite me. When I tried to leave or when I stood up for myself…he hit me.”
Liam took another deep breath.
“I was stupid and forgave him for it, but then it got really bad. Every time I was around him, he would beat me for any reason. My parents never approved the relationship and told me to end it, but I couldn’t. And toward the end, I was too scared to. Finally, I decided to do it. I snuck out of the house and drove to his place to end it. But when I did, he beat me worse than he ever had. I woke up three days later in the hospital…”
Liam’s eyes were red and they bubbled with tears.
“When I left the house, my parents came after me because they were worried. They were hit by drunk driver and they both died.” When the words left my lips, I felt the pain spread everywhere. “They died because of me.”
Liam’s tears fell freely. He buried his face in my neck and cried quietly. “Now everything makes sense,” he whispered. “I understand why you were so scared of me.”
I clung to him tightly.
“I’m so sorry.”
Listening to him cry made me cry.
“I don’t feel any different, baby. I love you just as much. In fact, I love you more.” He kissed my neck then squeezed me. “I would never hurt you like that.”
“I know, Liam.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay.”
He held me close, rocking me back and forth gently. We fell silent as we both worked through the pain together. For the first time, I didn’t feel alone. I had someone to harbor the pain with me. Someone who loved me.
Liam held me tightly for the next hour. The sun disappeared and it was dark in the bedroom. His breathing decreased and his tears disappeared. I wasn’t sure how he would react to the knowledge, but I was relieved it was in such a positive way. It could have gone quite differently.
Liam pulled his face out of my neck then lay beside me, staring into my eyes. His hand moved up and down my arm. His face was stoic and I didn’t know what he was thinking. “Your relationship with me will be completely different. I promise.”
My eyes softened. “I already knew that.”
“Good.”
I pressed my hand against his chest and felt the muscles underneath. There were faint scars across the skin. They seemed to fade in time. Feeling the solid slab underneath my hand reminded me he was real. He didn’t leave like I feared. He’s been patient with me for the past three months. It was a love I never thought existed. The tears burned behind my eyes.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “No one will ever hurt you again.”
“It’s not that…”
“What, baby?”
I took a deep breath, realizing the moment I’d been waiting so long for finally arrived. It broke through my chest, shattering my old body while creating a new one. “I love you…”
A smile spread across his face, and his eyes glowed with a new intensity.
“I never thought I’d be where I am now. And I know that’s because of you. You’ve been so patient with me even though I was a jerk most of the time, but you still put up with me. You showed me how love is really supposed to be. You’ve given me a new beginning. And I…you’ll never know how much that means to m
e.” I tried to keep my emotions under control, but it was difficult. I was full of joy but full of sorrow at the same time.
He grabbed my chin and fixed my gaze on him. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you. I had no idea why. I just trusted my heart. And it led me to the greatest happiness I’ve ever known. You heal me too, helping me diffuse my anger. My life is so much better when you’re in it. I don’t ever want you not to be in it.”
I snuggled close to him and held onto the moment. Happiness spread through my body. Nothing could ever take away what I found in him. When I initially met Liam, he scared me. He was so large and powerful, with serious eyes that watched everything I did. He could crush me with his bare hands. Then I got to know the sensitive and gentle man underneath. And he was perfect.
He cupped my cheek and kissed me. It was gentle like it always was. After his lips massaged mine slowly, he leaned back. But I gripped him and kept his lips to mine. I didn’t want him to leave.
His mouth flinched for a moment before he returned my kiss. The slow and purposeful kisses ignited me like they usually did. I just wanted to be close with him, to feel him in an intimate way. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me.
Within a second, the bulge I was used to feeling was pressed against me. My hands moved up his back, feeling the shifting muscles. Everything about him was perfect, including the scars. My hands glided to his hips and I felt the top of his sweatpants. The muscles of his stomach were as strong as his chest. I debated pulling them down. I wanted more of Liam than I had before.
Liam grabbed my hand and placed it against his heart. “My heart is already touching yours.” He kissed me again, silencing me. We spent the next hour kissing, our lips becoming chapped from the constant lip-locking. When he pulled away, he rubbed his hand across my lower stomach, moving toward my hip. He always touched me there.
Even though it was late, neither one of us were tired. We stared at each other, touching each other in different places.
“Hungry?” he asked. “I can make waffles.”
Liam ate more carbs than any person should. But he clearly needed it with a body like that. I had something else on my mind. I started to trust Liam when we got together, but it was nothing compared to now. I knew he was the man I wanted to spend forever with. I would never feel this love for anyone else for the rest of my life. It was too perfect to be topped. And I wanted something more.
I sat up and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I pulled it off then lay back down, only wearing my bra.
Liam swallowed the lump in his throat but didn’t glance at my chest. He kept his eyes locked on mine. He pulled his touch away, keeping his hands to himself.
“I want to,” I whispered.
“You just told me your most shattering secret. You’re emotional right now…”
“Because I’m happy with you.”
He still didn’t look convinced. “We don’t have to do anything. Just because we love each other doesn’t mean we need to be physical.”
“Why don’t you want to be?”
He still didn’t glanced down. “I’m really happy with the way things are. I would hate it if we moved too fast and I scared you off.”
“You can’t scare me off,” I said quietly.
Liam stared at me for a long time. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
He moved closer to me then stared at my collarbone. He placed his fingers on it and touched it gently. Then he leaned down and kissed it, being as delicate as possible.
His hand moved across my body, avoiding my breast. He found the scar along my ribs. He stared at it for a long time before he kissed it. “Now I understand why you covered yourself at the beach…your scars.”
I nodded.
“I feel stupid now.”
“Don’t.”
His lips trailed to my stomach where I had a small incision. Due to internal bleeding, they had to open me up and repair the damage. I was self-conscious about my body because of all the hideous scars.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. He didn’t pull down my shorts then came back to me. “I need you to be specific in what you want. I don’t want to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I don’t know what I want. I just know I want you.”
He leaned over me, separating my legs. I felt his strong shoulders and chest, wanting to absorb him through my fingers. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I wasn’t expecting the question. “Umm…I’m not sure. I don’t know.”
“Then you haven’t. It’s unmistakable.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to give you a lot of those.”
“Oooh…”
“And I’m glad I’m going to be your first.” He kissed my neck then massaged my side. Then he moved to my mouth and sucked the bottom lip. “How far do you want to go?”
“Let’s just see what happens…”
“No,” he said firmly. “I don’t want you to change your mind in the heat of the moment. I love you and want you to be here in the morning. So tell me your limits.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to make love.”
“Okay.” There was no frustration on his face.
“But I want to see you…”
“Okay. Can I see you?”’
I nodded.
“Okay.” He grabbed his sweatpants and boxers and pulled them off.
When I saw him, I took a deep breath. “Wow.”
He smiled. “That’s a nice response.” He leaned over me then pushed his hand under my back. He unclasped my bra then slowly peeled it off. When my bare breasts were exposed, he stared at them lovingly. He didn’t grab them or squeeze them. He pressed his mouth down and kissed every inch, spending more time on my nipples. Just his kiss was making me burn.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” His lips trailed down my stomach until he reached my hips. Then he lifted my lower back with one hand and pulled down my short swith the other. When I was just in my underwear, he moved down and kissed my inner thighs and my knees. He kissed me everywhere. I didn’t expect him to do that. Then he leaned back over me and grabbed the hem of my thong. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yeah.” There was no hesitation. My fingers moved into his hair.
He pulled them off and tossed them on the floor. He took a deep breath when he saw me then grabbed my hips. His cock twitched while he looked at me. Then he leaned down and kissed both of my hips. He spent more time on that body part than any other. Then he moved between my legs and gave me a long kiss.
“Oooh…” I gripped his forearms, not expecting such a sudden bout of pleasure.
He pulled his lips away then moved back over me.
I was breathing heavily, panting. I’d never had an orgasm before, but I think I was on the brink of having one. The area between my legs burned and I felt tight everywhere.
His lips pressed against mine and kissed me slowly like he usually did. My fingers moved into his hair, feeling his bulge against my stomach. His hand touched my skin everywhere, feeling the smoothness. Then he inched down to the area between my legs. When his fingers touched me, I gasped into his mouth.
He rubbed my clitoris in a circular motion, making me writhe and pant. Just a simple touch set me on fire. My hands moved to his back and I dug my nails into his skin, trying to cling to him.
With a single finger, he moved to my entrance and slowly moved inside. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt wonderful. He went painfully slow, feeling the wetness between my legs. Then his thumb returned to my clitoris.
I knew it was coming. I breathed into his mouth and writhed underneath him.
He broke our kiss and stared at me, waiting for me to explode.
I closed my eyes and gripped him.
“Baby, look at me. I want you to remember this forever.”
I opened them and clenched him tighter. His fingers kept moving the right way, and then it happened. I felt the explosion down below,
blinding and hot. Moans escaped my lips then I yelled quietly.
“Oh shit…”
Liam didn’t react to my words. He kept watching me.
When the blinding pleasure ebbed away, I felt the continued throb. I caught my breath when it was over. Liam pulled his hand away then sucked his fingers. I couldn’t believe he did that… He acted like nothing was amiss.
“How did that feel?” he asked.
“Oh my…”
He smirked.
“I still feel dizzy.”
“Get used to it. I’ll give you as many as you want.”
“You’re really good at that.”
He didn’t have a response to that.
I reached my hand down to grab him. Liam grasped me before I could touch him. I looked at him, wondering what the hold up was.
“You said you only wanted to see me. No touching.”
“I changed my mind.” I tried to reach him again but he kept me back. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“Another time,” he said gently.
I sighed. “If you’ve been faithful to me…”
“I have,” he said quickly.
“Then you must be frustrated.”
“No, I’m not.” He stared me straight in the eye.
“But…”
“But nothing. You don’t owe me anything.” He put my hand on the bed then cuddled into me.
“Liam, I want to.”
“It’s okay,” he said quickly.
“I’m sure,” I insisted. “I just…need you to show me.”
He eyed me. “I’m tired.”
I hit his shoulder lightly. “Come on. Let me. I want to.”
He took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
I nodded then pressed my face close to his.
“Okay…” He grabbed my hand then placed it around him. “Move up and down slowly.”
I did as he asked, our eyes connected. His breathing started to change, becoming deeper and rugged. Liquid started to leak from the top.
He guided my fingers to the tip then helped me move the moisture down his base. We did that over and over until he was smooth. “Now spit in your hand.”
I felt awkward doing that but I did it anyway.
He put my hand around his shaft. “Now continue.”
I moved up and down, watching his face become hot.
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