No Control

I wake up the next morning and realize right away that Liam isn’t next to me. It feels so strange. This is the first time it’s happened since our first night together. I get up to go look for Liam. I’m not wearing anything so I throw on Liam’s white t-shirt that is laying on the bed.
I check a couple rooms trying to find Liam. When I don’t see him I head outside and find him swimming. I stand there and watch him doing laps. He looks so good wet.
He doesn’t know I’m there yet as he gets out of the pool and starts to dry off. He turns and spots me. I can’t help but notice the serious look on his face. He stops drying off and drops his towel. He is walking purposely over to me. As he gets closer I notice that the look on his face is blatant want. He walks straight up to me, his eyes moving from my body, to my eyes, to my lips. His arm wraps around my back and pulls me close to him. His mouth is on mine, his tongue with a purpose. I can feel through his swim shorts how badly he wants me. I’m not sure what spurred this desire, but I’m not complaining. Liam puts his hands on the back of my thighs and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He carries me into the bedroom.
Liam removes his swim shorts and the fact that he’s still a bit wet is doing things to me. He pulls the t-shirt over my head and looks me up and down as if it’s his first time seeing me. We move to the bed and he is above me. I rake my fingers through his wet hair as his hands are all over me. Liam takes me in a way that I never thought possible, in a way that only he can. Assertive yet sweet and romantic all at once.

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