eye contact
You stepped into the bedroom and Liam was already waiting, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with quiet intent. He didn’t rush you. He simply held out his hand and said, “Come here, love. Let me look at you.” The moment your fingers touched his, the shift happened. His voice lowered, soft but certain. “Strip for me. Slowly. I want to watch every inch.”
Your clothes fell one by one while he stayed close, never breaking eye contact except to let his gaze travel over the skin you revealed. When you stood bare, he stepped in and ran both palms from your shoulders down to your hips, thumbs stroking the curve of your waist like he was memorizing it. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Every part of you deserves worship, and tonight that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
He guided you onto the bed on your back, then climbed over you, bracing on his forearms so your faces stayed inches apart. “Eyes on me,” he ordered gently. “Don’t look away. I want to see every reaction.” His mouth descended, trailing kisses along your throat, then lower, until he reached your breasts. He licked one nipple, then the other, before closing his teeth around the sensitive peak in a careful bite that made you gasp and arch. He soothed the sting with his tongue and moved lower, biting softly at the underside of each breast, marking you with faint red crescents you would feel tomorrow.
Liam kissed down your stomach, praising every inch. “These hips were made for my hands,” he said between kisses. “This soft belly, these thighs—fuck, I could spend hours here.” He spread your legs wide and settled between them, maintaining that steady eye contact. “Keep looking at me while I taste you.” His tongue dragged slowly through your folds, slow and deliberate, savoring. When he circled your clit he hummed in approval at the way your thighs trembled. “So wet already. Such a good girl, getting this soaked for me.”
He slipped two fingers inside you while his mouth worked your clit, sucking and licking with focused pressure. Every time your eyes started to flutter shut he would pause and remind you, voice rough, “Eyes open. Look at me while I fuck you with my mouth.” The command made you clench around his fingers. He added a third, stretching you, and bit the soft skin of your inner thigh, sucking just enough to leave another mark. The sting melted into heat that pooled low in your belly.
You reached down instinctively to touch his hair, but he caught your wrist and pinned it gently above your head. “Not yet. Let me worship you first.” He returned to your cunt, tongue relentless, fingers curling against that perfect spot inside until your breath came in broken gasps. “That’s it,” he praised between licks. “Let me hear how good it feels. I want every sound.”
When your thighs started to shake around his head he rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still locked on yours. “Turn over for me? No—on your back still. I want to watch your face when I’m inside you.” He stripped the rest of his clothes, cock hard and flushed. He rubbed the head against your slick entrance, teasing, then pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. Both of you moaned at the stretch.
Liam began to thrust, deep and steady, one hand cradling the back of your neck so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “Feel how perfectly you take me?” he whispered. “Tight and hot and mine. You’re being so good, keeping those pretty eyes on me while I fuck you.” He leaned down and bit the side of your neck, then your collarbone, each mark followed by a kiss and a murmured “mine.” His pace stayed controlled even as your walls fluttered around him.
You begged softly, voice shaking, and he smiled against your skin. “Ask nicely and I’ll give you what you need.” When you whispered “please” he rewarded you by sliding a hand between your bodies to circle your clit again. The dual sensation—his cock filling you, his fingers rubbing, his teeth grazing your shoulder—pushed you closer.
“Come for me,” he said, voice still gentle but edged with command. “Come while I’m looking at you. I want to feel it.” Your orgasm crashed through you hard, inner muscles pulsing around him, thighs locked tight against his hips. He kept thrusting through it, murmuring praise—“That’s my good girl, so beautiful when you come”—until the aftershocks faded.
Only then did he let himself chase his own release, hips snapping faster, eyes never leaving yours. When he came he buried himself deep, groaning your name, biting down on your shoulder one last time as he filled you. He stayed inside you afterward, kissing the marks he’d left, stroking your hair, still holding your gaze.
“Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.” He eased out carefully, cleaned you both with a warm cloth, then pulled you against his chest. Your body hummed with satisfaction, every bite and touch still tingling. Liam pressed one final kiss to your forehead. “Rest now. I’ve got you.”
