The Price of Freedom

Chapter 21: Wholesome

DINAH

I froze in my seat, my eyes stuck on him as he casually just blurted out that he was in love with me. The sweet smile on his face doesn’t falter.

I lean over the table and kiss him, it was tender and sweet, but there was an underlying possessiveness to it. It quickly grew passionate and hungry and I was left craving more of him. I brought my hand up to his face and felt the stubble growing on his jaw. His lips, his tongue, he tasted so sweet, I was drunk on him.

I needed to catch my breath, but I didn’t want to leave the warmth of his kisses, the feeling of his lips on mine. He slowly drew back when someone cleared their throat beside us. It was the waitress, bringing our food out. I pulled back and sat back into my seat annoyed that she had interrupted.

Once they sat all the food down, she excused herself and left us alone again. Liam was giving me a cocky smile the entire time, I know he could tell how I was feeling. My face gave everything away.

He took my hand in his and kissed my palm, “don’t worry about her love, she just wants to good tip.” Even with his reassurance, I didn’t actually believe that. Yes, perhaps she was being nice because she wanted to get tipped well, but that doesn’t explain the times I caught her gawking at him and completely ignoring me.

The rest of the dinner we talked about my new job and his soccer career. I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead, he goes where his team is. I don’t even know what team he plays for or when he’ll have to leave.

“Where are you playing once football season starts up again?” I ask.

“I can renew my contract with Man. U or I was offered a spot with Barça.” Okay, so he either stays in the UK or he leaves for Spain. What would that mean for us? He’s already made me fall in love with him and he’ll be leaving either way.

Manchester is only four hours from London, and Barcelona is a two-hour flight, that would mean that we would only see each other when he’s free which is probably on weekends. Or I could just move with him. That’s not ideal, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a trophy wife.

How much am I willing to give up for him?

We finish our dinner and the bottle of wine and sit and talk for a few hours. He’s so proud of what he’s accomplished in his life so far that I would never want to take that away from him.

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We’re on our way back to my flat after dinner and I just want to run my hands all over his body. Leaning over the console I kissed his jaw; my hand made its way to his pants and found his length. I felt him tense up and grip the steering wheel trying to keep some composure.

“Dinah,” his voice sounded gruff and low.

I sat back in my seat, we definitely don’t need to cause a car accident, I can wait.

Serena texted me letting me know that she was staying with Sacha tonight, which meant I had the flat all to myself. We casually made our way up the lift and through my door.

I could sense the eagerness radiating off him as soon as the front door closed. He didn’t have to do much, I was wet, ready and waiting. He cupped my face in his hand as the other went around my waist and pulled me in close. Our bodies pressed flat against each other, I felt lightheaded being so close to him.

Liam captured my mouth in a long fierce kiss pressing his tongue into mine. My eyes fluttered close as I matched his movements, forcing my head back to accommodate for the height difference.

He slammed me against the wall pressing his body against my back, running kisses down my neck. His hand slid into my dress and grabbed onto my breast gently squeezing and massaging it, sending a tendril of arousal straight to my core.

Memories of Jacob throwing me against the door began flashing through my mind and a hint of panic crept in. I tried to push them away and enjoy Liam’s touch, but I couldn’t.

“Wait,” I panted turning around to face him. “N-not from behind... I-I need to see you.”

He nodded and continued his passionate assault. Liam pressed me back into the wall his fingers unbuttoning my dress and pushing it off my shoulders leaving me in my white lacey teddy. He held my wrists above my head as he ground into me making me feel him poking into my abdomen. I moaned into his mouth begging him for more. His lips left mine and trailed down my neck and over my shoulder.

In our lusty fog we somehow made it into my room, he pressed me down onto the bed and settled in between my legs his hands massaging their way up my inner thighs, his thumbs pressing down every couple of inches. The air was getting thicker and my breathes became heavier as I tried to focus with his hands on me.

“Liam, please,” came out a breathy moan.

One of his hands pressed my breast up and he took the crest into his mouth, running his tongue along the edge of the lace teddy. My hands scrambled into his hair pulling him in closer.

“f**k, every time you say my name it goes straight to my cock.”

So much for wholesomeness, I thought dully.

“Can I?” He asked reaching in between my thighs for the clasps on the teddy. I simply nodded. It was hard to focus when all I wanted was him inside me and his painstakingly slow movements were pushing me to the edge.

He paused for a second letting me catch my breath while he took off his suit jacket and started with the buttons on his shirt. I could see definition on his chest and abdomen, he was incredibly sexy without even trying. I pulled him down on me into a steering hot kiss as I finished the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

Liam found the straps of my lingerie and began pulling them down my arms the lace cups flipping over pushing my breast up with a rough flick of my n*****s.

His hand slid down to my bud and began drawing circles while the other went back to groping my breast. He leaned over and took my sensitive n****e into his mouth, his tongue swirled around the crest with soft strokes.

My legs were pushed further apart as he settled into the valley between my thighs. I could feel him press up against my already throbbing core, it hurt to not have him deep inside me. I began to fumble with his belt trying to get rid of the last two layers keeping us apart. I pushed them down and I could feel the warmth radiating off him.

I took his d**k in my hand and guided it to my entrance, he softly pressed the tip in and waited. With one long hard thrust he shoved deep into me making me gasp for air, letting his weight drop on me as I felt all of him.

The warmth of him inside me reminded me of the first time we had s*x. I would have never imagined us being here right now.

“I missed you.” He groaned picking himself up onto locked arms. “I missed how your tight little p***y felt wrapped around me. I want to hear you scream my name,” he said as he withdrew himself and thrust back into me in one hard stroke.

A possessive demanding strength coated with a soft tenderness took over him as he worked himself into me. I was flooded in sheer pleasure every time I felt him push further into me. Guttural moans escaped my lips with ever push and pull of my hips.

“Li—uh—m,” I moaned or begged or pleaded for more as I shattered around him.

I could feel how wet I was around him, as he continued to pound into me reducing me to a weeping mess. His mouth met mine and swallowed every moan and cry as he moved in and out of me pushing me further up the bed.

Liam reached down and began rubbing my clit again causing me to tighten feeling like a coil that is getting ready to spring. I spasmed underneath him as my hands tried to find anything to grip onto and steady myself. All I could grab was him, my hands ran their course across his body and with a hard thrust, I clawed at his back.

I kissed his chest and ran my tongue up his collarbone towards his jaw as he continued to plow into me with reckless abandon. The last of his self-control vanished into the ether as he licked and bit my neck claiming me as his own while emptying himself inside me. He continued to thrust into me as I foolishly tried to refill me lungs, I could feel him working himself into me.

As Liam continued with his languorous strokes, he pushed my hair out of my face and began showering me with sweet tender kisses. I wrapped my hands around him reaching over his shoulders and pulling him closer.

He rolled us around to where I was laying on top of him as he gently caressed my skin, soothing my sore muscles. He was no longer inside me and I missed the lewd noises we made when he was. My core was fluttering at the emptiness it felt without him, but I was exhausted. I couldn’t go again, at least not now.

“I’m all for cuddling, but you’re sweaty,” I whisper.

“You weren’t complaining earlier.”

“You were distracting me,” I answered.

I laid there with my cheek resting on his chest, listening to his breathing steady and his heartbeat regulating itself. The last thing I remember were his words as he kissed the top of my head and continued to run his fingers across my skin.

“I love you Dinah.”