Right In His Arms

Chapter Thirty-Five

Waking up right in each other's arm after a long night of s****l activities, was way better than how victoria envisioned herself on the twenty fourth of december. If not for the early morning buzzing of her reminder, she almost forgot about her friend's birthday. She texted xander to ask about the birthday preparations and after she got a satisfying response, she looked at liam. Giving him a feathery kiss on his cheek, she quietly got off the bed and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast, seeing that she ruined the last one with her temper.

Few minutes later, she walked back into the bedroom with a tray of sandwich toast and a glass of fresh orange juice. But liam was no longer in bed, she heard water running in the bathroom, so she dropped the tray on top of the bedside drawer.

"That smells good." liam spoke behind her.

"Of course, good morning liam." she said

Liam wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer to him, "Liam? Shouldn't that change after last night? I refuse to accept it was causal."

"It wasn't." Victoria shyly responded.

Liam lifted her chin with his index finger and planted a soft lingering kiss on her lips. "I can't get enough of you, i want you everyday, every time." he said and kissed her again.

Victoria threw her hands around his neck and said in between breath; "The feeling is very mutual." and with that said, liam carried and placed her on the bed. He began to trace kisses along her neckline, his mouth returned to hers and his tongue slid into her mouth, warm and wet. In response, her breast swelled and n*****s tightened, she was surely not in for the slow sensual love making that happened the previous night. Not that she didn't like it, she actually loved it, but she wanted him to give her more, more heat, more intensity...No holding back or treating her like an egg that would crack any moment.

With the strength she didn't know she had, she swapped places, liam smirked. Her mouth slammed against his and in an instant, her tongue thrusted in, igniting the fire he tried so hard to suppress all night. She wouldn't blame him now for loosing it, he sat up and undressed her completely as she did him. The wetness he felt made his erection hard and stiff, pushing him back down, she slowly sat on it and he groaned with unsatisfied need. Her nails clawed at his chest as rode him, her own need grew with every movement she made and it drove her crazy. He reaching for those protruding n*****s, he sat up and wet them with his tongue, she arched and cried out in pleasure, her head fell back and she rocked against him. Swapping again, it was left to him to bring them to pure satisfaction, and when the time came, the confession of their love for each other, sealed it up.