No Control

I’m sitting in the big comfy chair in the living room, reading a book, waiting for Liam to get home. Apparently the book is really good, I don’t hear Liam come in.
I look up and see him leaning in the doorway of the living room, watching me with the sweetest look on his face. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Hi handsome. I didn’t hear you. When did you come in?”
Liam smiles. “About five minutes ago. I was just watching you. You were so adorable, so engrossed in your book.”
I blush. “I didn’t make any weird faces did I?”
Liam laughs and starts to walk over to me. “No, only cute ones.”
From behind his back he pulls out a gorgeous bouquet of roses. In all the same colors as the ones that had filled my room in Paris.
“Liam, they are gorgeous. Just like the ones you sent me in Paris. Thank you.”
He sits down in the chair with me, I shift and move to sit on his lap. “You are welcome, beautiful.”
I cuddle into him. “What’s in your other hand there, Mr. Payne?” I tease him. He grins and pulls his hand up from over the side of the chair. “Oh, just a present for you.”
I smile. “You are too good to me, Liam.”
He kisses my cheek. “You deserve it, love.”
I open the box. I giggle when I see what’s inside. “This is just like my shirt that you tore open and the buttons flew off.” I say.
Liam grins. “You remember?”
“Of course I do.” I trace circles with my finger on his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned. “I told you it was hot.” I tell him while I unbutton a couple more on his shirt, exposing more of his perfect chest.
“Well I told you that day, I’d buy you a new one.” He says.
“You didn’t have to. How you made me feel that day was worth the loss of a cute shirt.” I tell him as I move in to kiss him.
“Mmm, check the box again.” Liam says against my lips.
I look in the box and find a second shirt exactly like the first. “Two shirts to replace one?” I ask.
Liam raises his eyebrows. “I thought we could use one of them tonight to re-create that day.”
I swallow hard. “Damn, Liam.” I say as I move to straddle him. I pull my shirt off and grab one from the box. As I’m buttoning it up, Liam is watching me intently. “You know I’m really liking all these little reminders of things from our relationship. It’s very sweet.” I move in to kiss him, biting his bottom lip gently. “And very hot.”
Liam’s eyes are full of want, but I catch a little mischievous sparkle as well. “I’m glad
you like it because I have one more before I take you upstairs and make you scream.”
The tone of his voice alone almost sends me over the edge.
He hands me an envelope with a smirk. I take a breath, trying to control myself for a moment. I open the envelope and I squeal when I see what’s inside. “Liam! Really?”
He laughs. “Yes love, really.”
In the envelope are two tickets to Italy, and a picture of the villa we stayed at last time. Our villa.
“We leave tomorrow afternoon.” Liam says.
I’m not sure why but tears form in my eyes. I guess they are happy tears. Liam’s kindness and romantic heart just blows me away. I put my hands on each side of Liam’s face. “I’m so happy, Liam. Thank you. I love you.”
He moves his face to kiss my hand. “I love to make you smile, beautiful. I love you so much.” He tells me.
We gaze into each others eyes for a moment, then the want is back. Liam whispers in
my ear. “Let’s go upstairs, love.”
I move to get up and as he stands I take his hand and walk backwards to the stairs, looking at him (all of him) the whole time.
I stop halfway up the stairs and unbutton the few buttons left done on Liam’s shirt. I pull it off of him and then kiss, and nibble on his chest. He moans and gently pushes me down on the step. Then he is pulling off my pants. He’s on top of me, our tongues moving together slowly. Then I feel his hand moving inside my panties. I look into his eyes. They are full of such want, such passion, such love. As he takes me over the edge and I scream out his name, the cutest smile crosses his face. Who knew the stairs could be such a pleasurable location.
Liam helps me up and we continue to the bedroom. Once inside he shuts the door and pulls me up against it. His mouth is on mine, taking full possession of me. He bites my bottom lip before looking in my eyes. In the raspiest, sexiest voice possible he says. “I want you, Liz. Never anyone else but you, ever.” He smirks as he grabs on to both sides of my shirt. I’m so worked up I’m not sure how much longer I can wait. I beg him. “Please Liam.”
He rips open my shirt, buttons flying all over the room. Only this time we aren’t laughing. We are both so close to the edge. Liam literally picks me up and throws me on the bed. Which only makes me even more hot.
He pulls off any remaining clothes and aggressively takes us both to that perfect place where only he and I can go together. That place where our passion, desire, pleasure, and true love all come together.

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