No Control

Liam and I are in the bedroom changing out of our suits so we can go make dinner together. “I’m going to take a quick shower, then I’ll meet you in the kitchen to help you with dinner.” Liam tells me.
I see Liam’s flannel shirt lying there and I decide to just put that on. It smells like him and I find that erotic and comforting at the same time.
I’m starting the pasta when I hear Liam coming. My heart flips as he walks into the kitchen singing Mirrors, beautifully of course. Next thing I know he is behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and singing in my ear.
Oh Lord!
I settle back into him as he has us swaying back and forth as he sings.
Liam turns me around in his embrace to face him. He continues to sing while he looks in my eyes. Alright, this just might be too much! Let alone the words he’s singing, but the fact that he’s looking into my eyes while he sings them.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I ask him.
He smiles and leans down to kiss me.
He touches his flannel that I’m wearing. “I like this much better on you.” Then he hooks his finger in where it’s opened at my chest, and pulls it out and looks inside it.
“Mmm, you aren’t wearing anything under it.” He purrs.
Liam reaches behind me and turns off the stove. “Maybe dinner can wait a bit.”
He picks me up and puts me on the kitchen counter. I open my legs and he slides in between them. The kitchen counter is the perfect height.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. That quickly escalates. As our tongues move perfectly together I can still hear him singing.
We can’t seem to get enough of each other. He’s kissing my neck now. He knows the special spot. It seems we have come to know each other’s bodies better than we know our own. He steps back to remove his shorts and then we join right there on the counter. I wrap my legs around him and our movements slowly evolve into a frenzied pleasure filled finish.
Liam re-dresses and then picks me up from the counter and carries me to the couch in the livingroom. We lie down there together, mostly in silence. Liam stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head. I lie there trying not to read too much into the fact that he had sung my favorite Justin Timberlake song to me. And sang the words with such passion to me, as though he felt that way.

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