Page 112 of Pleasure Island
“No.” I curled my arms and legs around him, urging him closer. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He stared at me for a long, long moment, then he started to move.
I quivered at the sensation. I’d never gone skin to skin before, and the ridges of his cock, the swelling of his head, all of it seemed too intense.
“Don’t stop,” I said again, tugging his head down to mine.
Our mouths connected, tongues tangling in a greedy battle.
We moved together, mindless, blind to anything and everything that wasn’t each other.
I cupped the back of his neck when he broke the kiss, holding him close.
He gathered me up and thrust high, hard into me.
I cried out.
He did it again.
Again.
My skin felt too taut, too small, too tight for everything happening inside me, and I knew I was moments away from shattering for the second time in just minutes.
“Come with me,” I begged, pressing against him desperately.
He shook the water out of his eyes and slanted his mouth over mine again. I curled my tongue around his, drawing him into me. Then I bit on him gently and sucked.
He shuddered against me, and I felt his cock jerk.
The sensation made me moan and tighten around him.
That just made him swell even more, made his cock jerk again.
It was an endless pattern that went on and on – or so it seemed. One more pulsating thrust from him had me crying out into his mouth as I climaxed. I fought it back, desperate to have him come too. Then I felt it – felt him coming inside me, a heated wash against too sensitive tissues.
“Mila,” he muttered against my mouth.
I moaned as the climax shook me – shook us both.
And despite the exhaustion that was already washing over me, I slid my arms around him and clung tight.
* * *
We lay in bed,wrapped around each other.
I opened my mouth, words burning on the tip of my tongue.
“I love you,” Liam said abruptly. He rolled me onto my back, half covering my body with his as he stared down into my eyes. “I love you, Mila.”
My mouth fell open in shock.
He kissed me, hard and fast. “I know it’s soon. Hell, we haven’t even gone on an official date, but I know what I feel, and I know what I want.”
“You do?” I stared up at him, dazed.
“You.” He covered my cheek with his hand, his pale green eyes locked on mine. “I want you.”
He pulled me up against him, burying his face against my neck. “I know it’s too soon,” he said again. “But I know what I feel. Give us a chance, Mila.”
