Page 61 of Perfect Liar
Will’s weight was crushing me, so I pushed against his chest, digging my nails into him. He lifted himself and supported his weight just slightly above me.
His lips slid down my neck, to my breasts, and he sucked and pulled on my nipples through my bra with his teeth. Then his kissed my mouth again while dragging his fingers down the front of my body, stopping at my panties.
With a quick, powerful tug, he snapped the side string.
I cried out as he pushed his fingers inside me.
“That’s my good girl…wet and tight,” he said.
He pleasured me the way he had on the plane, his fingers moving in and out, his thumb circling and pressing. He pushed me higher and higher by increasing the intensity.
Another cry burst out of me and onto his mouth as I came.
“I need you, baby,” he said.
His words, his movements, they were desperate but controlled. He forced himself to be still and waited with burning eyes for my response.
That growl still waiting at the back of his throat vibrated.
“Yes,” I whispered.
But the word screamed inside my head over and over. Because he made me feel, made me want. Because my soul was no longer alone.
I reached down to get his trousers out of the way, and as soon as his erection was free, I wrapped my fingers around him, sliding my hand up and down his hard length.
He groaned, a throaty sound of pleasure and torment.
My bra snapped away as he unhooked it. He captured my hands to confine them above my head again. He spread my legs wide with his knee.
My body responded wildly to his touch. His mouth teased my skin, and I arched against it. I moaned. I pleaded. But instead of entering me, he slid his hand down and pushed his fingers inside me again.
“Will, I need you now. Inside me. Please,” I begged.
He shut my mouth with another kiss, then bit my earlobe.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
Will was a big man. Every part of him. He was the very definition of power. And in comparison, I was small and maybe even a little delicate. But I really didn’t care. If he hurt me at first, it would be good pain.
“Please, please, Will.”
He smirked, obviously pleased with my desperation, released my wrists, and then he kissed his way down my body. Heat surged through me. He gripped my hips and drew me to his mouth, burying his face between my thighs.
“Oh god,” I cried out.
As he intensified the pleasure, I panted. I pulled his hair. And as my body shattered, fragmenting into billions of pieces against his mouth, I screamed out his?—
He shoved inside me with a fierce thrust, his mouth covering mine, swallowing his name as it left me.
But he didn’t thrust again. He buried his face in my hair while his body shuddered. He cursed against my neck and then kissed me there.
God, he filled me completely, his throbbing erection like a second heartbeat within my body.
Will lifted his head and met my eyes. His fiery blue stare burned into my very core. Then, lowering his face to my shoulder, he wrapped me up tightly in his arms.
“Christ…fucking Christ,” he said.
I clung to him with all that I had, and when he started to move inside me, slowly, stretching me, I cried out again.