Edelweiss is playing on the TV as The Sound of Music proceeds smoothly. I could watch this movie over and over again and never tire. It always takes me back to the days when my family was here, although I remember it vaguely.
However, despite the sweet nostalgic memories pouring inside me, my mind doesn't stray from the present. I'm still in Liam's arms, laying beside him with my cheek against his solid chest, my one leg across his thighs.
I feel safe when his body is this close to mine, all the while I'm playing with the soft fabric of his shirt, drawing circles and letters at times, trying to forget the past and embrace what I currently have, hoping for a better future.
"What's on your mind?" Liam asks.
"Just you," I whisper and smile indulgently, still glued to him like an adhesive material on the wood.
A gentle laugh rumbles in his chest as he remarks, "I'm here."
Yes, he is, but I want no more distance between us. I want to feel closer to him than this. I want more intimacy with him. I want to make love to him.
The old Kira wouldn't want this, but the new and bold one does. Honestly, I feel very proud of myself for even wanting his touch.
"I know. And I don't want to let you go," I mutter with a sigh and try to rise. He strains my waist so I don't move. "What?" Chuckling, I gaze up at him.
"Don't go. Stay right here," he pleads. Automatically, I comply by laying back on my tummy, my breasts pressed onto the muscles of his hard chest. "We'll take one step at a time, Kira. I promise I won't push your limits until you tell me to. But I still want to hold you, to touch you, and to kiss you deeply."
Mild excitement runs through me, and my cheeks suddenly turn hot like desert sand at noon.
"Then hold me," I murmur in a whisper, a smile on my curved lips. "Touch me, and kiss me. Now." I fall subtly to his side, propping my thing about his waist where he places his hand on my knee.
Smiling, his body shifts. He lies on the opposite side, facing me directly. We're now staring at each other, burning eyes mingling with scorching breaths that speak volumes about our mutual desire.
"If you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop. Are we clear?"
"Clear," I answer obediently, nodding my head.
Liam takes his time to study my features, from my bare feet, my curves, my face, and every flex of my muscles as if he's just seeing me today. And when I nearly release a sigh, his lips seal mine. Willingly I give him access to my mouth.
Softly without a rush, we kiss, and deeply we go as his one hand caresses my hair from the back base of my neck upward, with the other sliding over my silky robe questing for the skin of my thigh underneath it.
I emit a soft moan, and it's certainly from pleasure.
"You're beautiful, Ms. Jones," Liam says when we pause, sucking in a long breath. "Don't ever think otherwise."
"Okay," I breathe.
"Good. Now I'm going to touch you." His voice is thick and deep. "I want to make you feel good, my love, so don't hold yourself by thinking beyond us. It's me, your Mr. Darcy. I'm here with you. I want you to focus on only me."
My heartbeat accelerates, but I'm not gonna deny whatever he has in mind for us
I nod, my voice still strained, and I smile at the "Mr. Darcy" part. It's intimate. Now I know why we kept our formalities which weren't normal at all. It was a sign that we didn't want normal; we wanted more than we cared to admit.
Like butter in a hot pan, Liam's tongue pushes its way through my mouth and tangles with mine. Unlike before, he doesn't rush me. He's gentle and careful, even when his fingers trail over the most sensitive parts of my female anatomy.
I feel my muscles stiffening at his every caress on my chest, every tug on my aching nipples, my robe slipping away subtly as he wanders down to my lower abdomen. He doesn't stop kissing me, and I get too lost in the arousal to think about the unpleasant past.
I hug him tightly, crushing my breasts on his chest. His finger runs over my lips, teasing me softly until his index and middle finger slip into my mouth, rendering my heartbeat erratic. What is he up to? A giggle stays in my throat as I suck them, wetting them with my saliva until they grow slick and smooth.
"You're doing good," he says.
"Hmm," I reply between my heavy breaths.
And then, when I least expect, his fingers tugs at the waistband of my thong. I suck in a breath, and my squinted eyes linger on his dark yet ensuring ones. He's going to touch me there. My tummy clenches from ecstasy and not dismay, and I love it.
Gently he wanders to the apex of my thighs. I whimper softly, and he smiles at it. Jerk! I close my eyes, too embarrassed to let them watch his amusement. With his lips, he jolts me awake and kissing me deeper reconnects us more passionately.
I moan at the rub of his finger on my shockingly wet core.
"How do you feel? Do you want me to stop?" Liam murmurs hoarsely in my ear.
"No. Don't stop." I kiss him back hungrily and impatiently as thrilling desire runs through me.
For the first time, I free myself and enjoy this little heaven bestowed upon living creatures. Liam leads me to the edge of pleasure without pushing me to the pits of pain. We make out on the couch, with him teasing my body until I desire nothing but to feel him inside me.
"Make love to me, Liam," I beg, tears sliding through the corners of my eyes as it feels as though I'm dreaming awake.
"Are you sure, Kira?" He pants as if he's the one whose body has just shattered into something inexplicable with just a rub of fingers.
"Very sure," I answer, and without any word, he carries me to the bedroom.
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I feel as good as new when I woke up this morning. The sight of Mr. Intense sleeping soundly steals my smile away. I'm not sure how it happened, but I find him laying his head on my chest, his arms enfolding my upper body, possessively, exercising total ownership of me.
Do I mind? Not really. The new Kira loves the idea of belonging to him.
My bladder is about to burst, and with such a hassle, I manage to leave the bed without waking Liam. Slipping fast into my forsaken robe, I sprint toward the bathroom, unsure how I managed to hold it this long.
My smile is intact from last night, and my body heats up at the memory of Liam taking me slowly as if he's afraid of hurting me, only to speed up when I beg him to. Bad boy! I giggle, and the devil in me seems satisfied from last night's endeavors.
Now I'm standing in front of the mirror, staring at the slender brown-skin girl with rough curly hair and rosy cheeks, her hazel brown eyes big and bright. A smile sweeps over her face, and for the first time in her life, she does feel like a woman.
"Well done, Kira," I murmur, slouching my slim shoulders with a sigh of vigor.
I'm all refreshed after a warm shower. I wrap my body in a baby-blue towel before walking out. As I shut the bathroom door, I meet Liam's alluring gaze skating directly into me. Heat sears through me, making my sex throb.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He doesn't utter a syllable; instead, he drinks the sight of me in silence, making me wonder what lies beneath that smart head of his. Even with his just-woke-up face, he still looks handsome. That's my man.
"Good morning, Mr. Darcy." I break the silence, moving my legs towards where he's lying shirtless with hands crossed behind his head.
Such a glorious sight; all the muscles in place, with abs not too toned but firm.
At last, he rewards me with that bashful and rare smile. Liam's special.
"Good morning, Ms. Jones. An early bird, huh?" He rises to lean his head comfortably against the mountain of pillows.
As weird as it may sound, I still love it when we address each other formally. Maybe it's simply 'our thing' now.
"We both are," I reply with my best smile.
Without thinking twice, I climb on top of him. He regards me with an amused raise of his bushy eyebrows, and I lean towards his beautiful naked torso, placing him between my knees.
"Hmm, smells divine," he comments, breathing in my scented shower gel, a mixture of tea tree, lavender, and mint while tugging at my moist curls. "And I think I stink."
I chuckle. I didn't know he can be a clown.
"No, you smell Liam and a little bit of Kira." I move closer to plant a soft kiss that always ends up in an intense one.
"Liam smell? What is that?"
"You don't have to know." I shut him up with another kiss, and his body awakes fully.
"Did you sleep well?" he asks, and I nod. "Good. I love you a lot, Kira Jones, you know that?" His eyes resemble a lake in summer, so calm and attractive.
"Do you? How much?" I continue playing with the mass of his hair that needs a trim now.
Fluffy, dusky brown, and slightly unkempt in a sexy fashion.
"Too much, especially after last night," Liam says shamelessly, turning my cheeks crimson. "I need you to be mine. I want to have you all the time, Kira, and it drives me insane thinking otherwise."
Point taken, Mr. Darcy.
"I am yours already, and you're mine, too, Liam Darcy," I reply in a similar possessive tone of voice.
Smiling, Liam takes ahold of my waist, and I think I'm sitting on his erection down here; it's hard. I giggle while grinding against him.
Liam groans. "You're being naughty now, Kira. Don't think I'll be as gentle as I was last night." He looks turned on.
"Am I?" I feel him getting harder, and my body demands more.
Smiling, Liam wets his lips as the blue in his eyes turns wild. "You're also a morning person, huh?"
"I'm every moment a person, Mr. Darcy. Thanks to you, I've just learned that much about myself." I keep taming him, and like a cue, I feel his finger slipping the slit of my towel, heading towards the summit of my thighs.
"Well, I guess I'm proving it myself." Liam grins, and his blue eyes glint playfully. "You're wet already," he claims, sounding sure of himself.
"Am I?" I remark, my breath labored in anticipation of what he's about to do, of where he's going to touch.
"Indeed you are, Ms. Jones." His finger answers as it slides into me with so much ease.
A sweet, delicious tingle settles in the pit of my stomach.
The rubbing and teasing turn my mouth agape.
Holy mother of God! I yelp a thin moan.
"Hmm." Liam holds the back of my neck to draw my face closer. "Ready for another one?" he asks, brushing his lips on mine.
"Yes, Liam," I beg, my voice barely audible.
"Just like at midnight?"
Just like at midnight? I flush at the memory.
"Yes, please," I whisper.
"You never cease to amaze me, Ms. Jones." He smiles, probably recalling when I woke him in the middle of the night like the monster of his own creation, asking him to fuck me.