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  I was beyond words, beyond even moaning. I writhed and bucked against his face, shamelessly pulling his mouth onto me again and again. As the waves crescendoed, every muscle in my legs and ass clenched, desperate for the final lick.

  The circles of pleasure started deep within me and exploded out through my center. I screamed out again and again, and kept his face pushed against me as I rode wave after wave of pleasure. “Oh Liam, Oh Liam,” I panted. When the spasms finally stopped I lay still as a stone, completely unable to move.

  He kissed his way back up my body, wiping his mouth on the sheet before covering my still gasping mouth with his. When my hips had stopped rolling, and I was breathing more smoothly, he whispered in my ear. “And that was just my mouth, baby. Wait 'til you see what I can do with my cock.”

  When my mind had stopped reeling and I could breathe again, I turned towards Liam and kissed him gently. I trailed my hand down his stomach, through the line of hairs leading to his cock and took hold of it. “Your turn.”

  He clutched me tight to him, kissing my mouth hard, and cupping a breast in his hands. “I won't last long.” I could feel him hot and throbbing. “Do you want me to lick you?” I teased. “Say, please.”

  “Jesus woman, just talking to you makes me want to come.”

  “I think we can do better than that.” I went down on him and sucked him hard and fast. Within seconds he was exploding in my mouth.

  We fell asleep and rested like, well, I was going to say we slept like babies; but in reality we slept like tired young people who had just had really great orgasms.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  In the morning we lay wrapped around each other, enjoying the chance to sleep past 6am. Eventually, though, we needed to get up and eat.

  Luckily we were at my place, so there was food. My legs were still too wobbly to have walked very far. I made toast and eggs and we sat at the table, enjoying the beams of sunlight that were warming our pale winter skin. I held out my arm and laughed, “I look like a ghost.”

  “You look gorgeous.”

  “Stop.”

  “No. Say it. 'I look gorgeous.'“

  “I look gorgeous. For a ghost.”

  Liam leaped out of his chair and ran towards me. I put my hands over my head, cowering in my chair. He stopped dead in his tracks. His voice was warm with regret and concern. “Oh Madison. I wasn't going to hurt you. I just wanted to hold onto you.”

  I unfolded myself and tried to smile. “Sorry, sorry. I completely overreacted. My fault.”

  He kneeled down in front of me, put his hands on my knees and leaned close to my face. “Oh, baby. I just want to kill the people who did this to you.”

  I shook my head sharply and stood up. “No. We're not talking about this. I don't even want this in the room with us. This is an amazing morning...”

  He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “I get it. But are you okay? I'm so sorry if I scared you.”

  “I'm fine,” I snapped. I turned to tuck my head under his chin. He held me even tighter.

  “Okay, then. Why don't we get cleaned up and get out of here for a bit.”

  I stood back a bit to look up at him. “Is that allowed?” He laughed. “No,” I persisted, “I mean does that fall within our rules? I'm starting to get confused.” And it was true. I was so confused. I was starting to see that it could be hard to simply “have fun” together once a week or so, or at least it was becoming hard for me. We really weren't just having one-night stands of straight up sex. Liam was kind and gentle and generous.

  He sat back down and pulled me to him. “I know what you mean. How about this? Let's get dressed. Then we'll take a walk and decide if we're allowed to take walks together.”

  I laughed and felt instantly better. “Okay, sounds good. But I'm going to have a shower first.” I started to walk away, but turned back to him. “I want you to know that, whatever this is, is helping me. I love that you don't treat me like some damaged, fragile thing. I don't want pity, okay? This is working because you treat me like an adult.”

  “Okay.”

  I left Liam on the couch. I handed him the remote control, and the TV sprang to life. I figured he'd be amused for an hour or two.

  In the bathroom, I stopped to brush my teeth again. Eggs are great for my energy level, but not so great for my breath. I stared at my face, trying to see what Liam said he saw. It was impossible to believe. I started to doubt him again. “Oh, enough,” I thought to myself. “Stupid brain. You have the weekend off. Body, you're in charge.” I pushed my shoulders high, trying for confidence or at least a good stab at faking it.

  God I love showers. They are an under-appreciated miracle of the modern world. Warm water hits my face and I am a different person. I felt my muscles getting soft and warm. I washed my hair first, then soaped up my body. I was just rinsing off when I felt the cool air of the door being opened. “Liam?” The door closed and his shadow appeared on the other side of the shower curtain. I knew what he meant, what he wanted, but I wanted to stall for a minute. I needed time to process this.

  “Okay,” I squeaked with fake cheerfulness, “I'm almost done! Just give me another minute!” Or two, or three or ten.

  “I want to come in with you.” It was more of a command than a request. “I want to look at you.”

  “You've seen me.”

  “In the dark. It's time. Can I come in?” He waited a moment and I didn't answer. “I'm coming in.”

  I turned toward the jet so my back was to him. He came up behind me and stroked my hair and shoulders. As soon as he touched me, the fear was gone. Inhibitions seemed childish. Every action showed care and desire.

  He pushed my wet hair over my shoulder and began kissing all down my back. He licked at the water trickling down. I shivered with pleasure. He reached around me to lift the soap from the rack and began massaging my shoulders with the suds. He moved down my back, my ass, and my legs. He stood up and started again with my shoulders. The soap helped him slide effortlessly down to my breasts. Rubbing, circling, stroking. He pinched my nipples and the shock of it travelled down into my abdomen and pussy.

  I was already warm and swollen, and I started throbbing almost instantly. I tried to turn around to kiss him, but he stopped me.

  “Don't turn around. It's too much to see you all at once. I need to pace myself. I'm going to focus on the back of you for a minute.” He tickled the skin in the small of my back. He rubbed my ass, then grabbed my waist to pull me into him. I leaned back and felt his erection pressing against my back. His hardness, his excitement both turned me on and made me braver. What wonderful proof that I was attractive and appealing to him.

  I reached my arms up behind me to grasp the sides of his head. I arched my back and pushed my breasts forward. He massaged them faster and harder, rubbing his thumb roughly over my tingling nipples. His left arm stayed wrapped around me, just under my ribcage, but his right hand moved lower and lower.

  My body had no fight in it. I wanted that hand on my throbbing mound. His middle finger moved lightly down the center of my cleft.

  “Oh, you're so slippery. You're so ready.” His finger pressed harder and moved rhythmically up and down as I gasped and moaned. I could hardly stand. He cupped his hand all around my throbbing sweet spot then and started with wide circles, round and round, coming closer and closer to my aching clitoris. I leaned back against him, and put my hands behind us, grabbing his ass, trying to remain standing.

  He was holding me with one arm, and the right hand, cupped around my center was pressing upward with intensity and rhythm. He was nearly lifting me off the ground. I twisted my face towards him. I needed desperately to feel his mouth. My breasts, my mouth, my pussy all ached for him. He rubbed faster and faster and I cried out, pushing hard against his hand. “I'm coming,” I choked. “Don't stop. Harder. Rub me harder....” My entire body clenched for a moment, then exploded in exquisite spasms.

  Liam waited for my body to calm, then t
urned off the water. He helped me to turn toward him and said, “Let me taste you.” He spread my legs apart, and then the folds of my pussy and took a long slow lick from top to bottom. I shuddered with pleasure.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  “You. Bed.” Liam looked at me. The gentle, tender Liam was still in there somewhere, but I was seeing a new, fiercer, face. He kissed me hard, opening my mouth wide, moving his tongue deep inside me. I was being devoured. “I am going to have you right now.”

  He stepped out of the tub and wrapped himself in a towel. Then he wrapped me in a towel and lifted me over the edge of the tub. He carried me straight to the bed. He placed me down gently, but then ripped my towel open to stare at me. He quickly looked away. “Jesus, it's like starting into the sun.” He looked up at my face. “You're perfect,” he growled and kissed me. He pressed down hard on my lips.

  “I have to have you,” he was looking into my eyes. He didn't want to stop, I wasn't sure if he even could. But I was ready.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “And next time we'll take it slow. But...” He had put his finger back in my cleft and was moving it up and down again, “Oh, oh god. But I need you now.”

  I felt the same way. The sensations on my lips and my clitoris were fantastic, but there was a throbbing ache deep inside me that only one thing could touch.

  He climbed on top of me and kissed me hard once more, then began his rapid decent. He stopped briefly to tongue my nipples until I was crying out and pushing his head down towards where I needed him most. He pushed my legs apart, wide, and began moving his fingers around my pussy, caressing the lips and the tender flesh at the entrance to my core. He moved a finger gently in and out, and started to suck and lick my clitoris. I shuddered and grabbed his head, pressing him into my pussy.

  I had to come soon. I had to come or I would go insane. The throbbing deep inside had to be taken care of.

  I grabbed his hair and pulled him back up toward my face. I bent my knees, trapping him in my valley. I felt his cock, hard along my cleft. I tried to maneuver my hips to get it inside me, but with one hand he pinned my hips down and started teasing me with the tip of his cock: tiny movements at my entrance in and out. My tunnel was so swollen it felt almost like pain. My eyes clenched shut. Nothing else existed except that area where we were connecting. I didn't feel anything except that building excruciating pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck me,” I begged, but still he just teased. My legs wrapped around his ass and pulled him straight down, into me, into my slick, smooth, swollen tunnel. We both made a deep primal sound. The most basic and wonderful of pleasures was being met.

  He started to move slowly, and I could feel his firm width and length pushing at the sides of me. I could feel his head reaching deeply, pushing itself into my willing, wet, flesh. I was full of him. The size of him pushed on every fold of me. The pressure was intense and extraordinary.

  He started to pull out again, but my body wanted him right where he was. My core spasmed, circling him in its embrace. He cried out in pleasure and surprise. He, like me, was beyond control. He pulled far back then, almost out, and drove into me hard, pushing up until I cried out.

  He did it again and again, rubbing my walls with his head and his thickness, slamming himself against me. He shifted his position slightly so that his shaft rubbed my clitoris as he rode me, and I was soon wild, an animal, scratching at his back and his ass, screaming for him to fuck me and fuck me.

  I came hard, screaming out “Liam!” while I grabbed his ass and push myself up against him again and again, prolonging the beautiful waves that rushed through me. Finally, he was coming too. His eyes were clenched shut, his teeth gritted. The pounding grew even stronger as he cried out and slammed into me, pushing me up towards the headboard. I spread my legs wider and wider, wanting to welcome him deeper and deeper inside of me.

  Soon his ass was clenching hard and he was calling out, “Oh god, oh my god.” His hand was under me, grabbing my ass, holding it still and in position as he rammed himself up into me. He let out a final, deep groan.

  His body softened slowly as he lay down on top of me. He held his weight off my chest with his strong arms, and kissed the side of my face and neck slowly and softly. I traced my fingers along his spine. We stayed that way, loving each other's bodies, calming them down.

  After a long happy time, he tried to roll over; but I wrapped my legs around his and pinned him in place. I liked feeling his cock still just inside of me. I liked the weight of him pushing me down, tethering me to the world. I could pretend I was safe and maybe even loved.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  The walk was forgotten. We spent most of that day in bed. In the evening, Liam left my bed reluctantly and started gathering his things.

  “I'm on call tomorrow,” he said, “or I'd stay all night. I hate being on call on Sundays. It makes the week seem twice as long.”

  “It's okay. If you stay much longer, I think my heart will just give out.” I followed him out of bed and put on my robe. “Can I feed you at least?” He opened my robe and scraped his teeth across a nipple. The pleasure was intense and immediate, but I pushed him away laughing.

  “Be gone with you. I'm going to be in the library tomorrow afternoon...” I wanted to say, come and find me. Was that was a boyfriend/girlfriend thing? I didn't want to lose what I had with Liam, so I stopped myself. I couldn't appear too demanding or clingy. That was a turn-off. Right? I was getting a headache worrying about what I could and could not do.

  “You have cute little worry lines between your eyebrows. Getting a headache?”

  “Sort of.”

  “What's a sort of headache?” He moved toward me and started softly kneading the muscles of my upper back. He had a magic touch, but a headache wasn't really the problem.

  “I need some guidelines.”

  He sank into my couch and patted the seat beside him. “God, you sound like a medical intern now!”

  “Not medical guidelines. 'Us' guidelines. Like right there. Am I allowed to say 'us' guidelines, or is that being presumptuous or controlling?”

  He rubbed his head. “Your tension is contagious.” Then he looked at me and smiled. “I thought we were keeping this simple.”

  “Me, too.” He leaned back from me, resting his weight on the arm of the sofa. In all honesty I think I was actually relieved. I didn't want to be the one demanding emotional distance. That made me feel like I was damaged or incomplete somehow; it seemed better for him to say it, and then for me to be secretly relieved.

  I had sworn to myself I wouldn't get distracted from school, and here I was spending all day in bed, and I was probably going to be up half the night worrying about things. “But then we were going to go for a walk, which sounds like dating sort of stuff.”

  “Which we're not.” I was taken aback a little by how quickly he put that out there. “Look, get your work schedule.” He got his phone from the table. I got up to get my phone and scrolled through to find the days I was working, and the nights I'd be at the hospital.

  “Okay, so, these are the weekend days and evenings we both have off.” It was a depressingly small number. “So, the first question is, 'Are you seeing other people?”

  I sort of snorted at that. “I think you'd know the answer to that. A month ago I was pretty much terrified of men, so, I think I'll limit myself to one for now.” I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to what came next, but I had to ask, “Are you?”

  He looked down at his hands in his lap and rocked back and forth a little. Even though I supposedly didn't care about him at all, I could barely breathe waiting for his reply. Finally he shook his head, looked up and said, “No. No, I'm not.” There was a brief uncomfortable moment, after which he asked, “So, should we pencil each other in for the next two weeks?”

  I laughed at loud, but he wasn't kidding. He was right. If we didn't actively plan, our only meetings would be over red Jell-O in the cafeteria. “How often do you want to?”

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sp; “Woman, if it's up to me I'll be seeing you completely naked at every available opportunity.” He pulled me closer.

  “Okay.”

  He moved back and looked at me. “You don't seem too convinced.”

  I couldn't even put it into words for myself yet, so I had no chance of explaining it to Liam. But, especially with Chloe gone and having to spend every spare minute at the hospital or the library, I never seemed to see any of my friends.

  I was lonely, I think. It was that simple. And the idea of going to a movie or to dinner, hell the idea of getting to know something about him besides his prowess in bed was becoming really appealing. I don't think I was in love already by then, but I really, REALLY liked him. I liked him enough to know I couldn't blow it with some big emotional ambush.

  “No, of course I'm convinced.”

  “But...”

  “Well, if we happen to be hungry, or there happens to be a great movie on…” I started.

  “Or our legs cramp up from Kama Sutra positions and we need to walk it out?”

  I smacked him, but laughed. “Yes, exactly!”

  “Come here,” he took my hand and pulled me towards him. “I don't know how to play this either. The thing is, I'm probably leaving in a couple months, so it's going to work itself out anyway.”

  I didn't move but a lump formed in my throat. “Why? Where are you going?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “I've been trying to get a rotation in LA. I probably won’t get chosen, but I'm doing Emergency Med and it would be a great experience.”

  I hadn't even known what his specialty was. I thought he was in Cardiology! Why was I pretending this was more than it was? I really didn't know much about him or his life at all. He continued on, “So, I'm sure you can tell I'm really into you. But I can't get too deep into something, you know?”

  I nodded my head. I DID know. Who knew where I would be a year from now, or two or three? I could end up in a completely different city, too. Starting any sort of relationship was crazy. But it still hurt to hear him sounding like another commitment-phobic jerk. I knew I wasn't being fair, but tough. It was damn confusing.