Liam looked at her.

She was still looking at the window, the lake sitting dark and still beyond the glass, the moonlight on the water.

Her profile in the warm light of the room.

The black dress sitting short on her thighs, the neckline low, the center of her chest on full display, her hair loose around her shoulders.

"I want to make it up to you," he said.

Elena turned her head and looked at him.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Just looked at him the way she looked at things she was deciding about.

Then she said, "You don’t owe me anything."

"I know," Liam said. "That’s not why."

She looked at him for another second.

Then something in her expression shifted, the composed surface giving way slightly to whatever was sitting underneath it.

Liam moved closer to her on the couch.

He reached up and put his hand against the side of her face, his thumb at her jaw, and she turned into it slightly, the small movement of someone who had been waiting for contact without knowing they had been waiting.

He kissed her neck.

She exhaled.

He felt it move through her.

Her shoulders dropped slightly.

Her head tilted just enough to give him more room.

He kept going, his lips moving along the line of her neck, slow and deliberate, finding the places that made her breathing change.

"Mm—"

His hand moved from her jaw to her waist, fingers spreading across the fabric of the dress, feeling the shape of her underneath it.

The curve of her waist pulling in before her hips flared out, the fabric pulled tight across both.

He kissed further down toward her collarbone and she made the sound again, lower this time.

"Liam—"

He brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her properly.

She kissed him back immediately, her hands coming up to his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt.

He felt her lean into it, her body pressing forward, the warmth of her coming through the thin black dress, her boobs pressing against him, full and heavy.

He reached around to the back of the dress and found the zip.

Drew it down slowly.

Her back appeared under his hand, warm and smooth, and she shifted to help him without breaking the kiss.

The dress slipped off her shoulders and she pulled back just long enough to let it fall completely.

Liam looked at her.

No bra underneath. Her boobs sat full and heavy, pale skin flushed slightly pink, her nipples already hard, standing out and pointing forward.

They moved slightly with each breath she took, the weight of them shifting.

’Well hello, girls,’ he thought. Just that.

She came back and kissed him and he met her, his hands going straight to her boobs, both of them, his palms holding the full weight of them, his thumbs moving across her nipples slowly.

"Mm—" The sound came from somewhere deep and involuntary, her back arching into his hands.

He kept both hands there, squeezing, feeling her respond to each movement, her nipples getting harder under his thumbs, her breathing coming faster against his mouth.

She pulled at his shirt impatiently, working the buttons from the top down.

He let her get it off him and dropped it somewhere.

She ran both palms flat down his chest, feeling him under them, her fingers spreading slightly as they went.

Then she found his waistband and worked his belt loose without looking down, her eyes on his face the entire time.

He reached for her while she worked.

His hand traveling down from her boobs, across her stomach, past the thin waistband of the black lace panties.

He could feel the heat coming through the fabric before he even touched her properly.

He pushed the lace to the side and pressed in slowly.

"Oh—" Her hands stopped on his trousers entirely.

One finger. Then two, sliding into her pussy slowly.

He felt how warm she was, how ready, and moved his fingers in a steady curl on each stroke, his thumb pressing lightly against her clit at the front.

"Ah — mm—"

She recovered enough to finish with his trousers and then his hands were occupied and so were hers and they were both working at the same time, her hands on him as his fingers moved inside her, and the sounds coming from her were no longer anything she was trying to manage.

"Liam — yes — right there—"

He kissed her neck while his fingers kept moving and she made a sound directly into his ear that went straight down his spine.

Her hips had started moving on their own, rolling forward to meet each stroke of his hand, her thighs pressing together around his fingers and then opening again.

Her boobs moved with every shift of her body, swaying forward and pulling back, the skin of them flushed warm.

"Ah — ah — don’t stop—"

He didn’t.

He kept the same pace, both things at once, his fingers and his mouth moving together, feeling her body respond and responding back.

"Ah— Oh god — Liam—"

Her hands had gone from his waistband to his back, her nails pressing in, gripping him like she needed something to hold onto while everything else was happening.

Then she pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him hard, breathing fast against his lips, her boobs pressed flat against his chest, her nipples dragging against his skin with every breath she took.

She pulled back.

Flushed from her face all the way down her chest. Hair completely undone. Chest heaving.

She looked at him with her eyes slightly glassy and then she climbed onto his lap, her knees sinking into the couch cushion on either side of his thighs, her weight settling down against him.

She was straddling him now, sitting up on his lap, her pussy right above him but not there yet.

From where she was sitting on his lap his dick pressed up against her stomach through the lace, hard and pointing upward, the length of it flat against her belly.

She looked down at it. Then back up at his face.

She reached down and wrapped both hands around his cock.

Liam inhaled sharply.

She started moving her hands. Both of them working together, one following the other, grip firm and pace deliberate on his cock.

She leaned forward and found his mouth and kissed him at the same time, slow and deep, and he kissed her back and the sound he made came into her mouth before he fully decided to make it.

"Hm—"

She felt it against her lips and smiled without breaking the kiss.

She kept going. Her hands steady, the friction continuous, completely focused on what she was doing and what it was producing.

His hands found her ass. Both of them, spreading wide across the full curve of it, squeezing hard. She felt his response move through him immediately, his grip on her tightening.

She picked up the pace.

His breathing came through the kiss in short pulls that were getting less controlled. His hands on her ass pressed harder, fingers sinking into the softness of it.

"Tch—"

She kept going. Her boobs pressed against his chest, bouncing slightly with each movement of her arms, her nipples dragging against his skin continuously.

She felt the change in him. The way his whole body had gone tight underneath her.

He came.

His head went back, his hands pulling her ass hard against him, a low rough sound leaving him through his teeth. She kept both hands moving through all of it, unhurried, feeling everything.

When it was done she sat back and looked at her hands.

Then she raised one finger to her lips and tasted it. Slowly. Looking at him the whole time.

"You came a lot," she said. The smile at the corner of her mouth completely satisfied.

Liam looked at her. Still catching his breath. "I’m not done."

She raised an eyebrow. Then she looked down.

His dick was still completely hard.

’As expected,’ she thought. She wrapped one hand around him again, one long slow stroke from base to tip. ’I’m crazy for him.’

"No," she said quietly. "You’re definitely not."

She kept stroking him slowly, her eyes on his face, her free hand pressed flat against his chest. She felt him twitch in her grip on a specific stroke and noted it and came back to it.

Then she rose up slightly on her knees and reached back with one hand, pulling the lace to the side. She took him in her other hand and positioned herself above him, the tip of his dick right at her pussy.

She stopped.

Just held herself there.

She looked at him.

"I don’t know what I would have done," she said. Her voice quiet and completely direct. "If I hadn’t made it there in time."

Liam looked up at her. "That’s never going to happen again," he said. "Not to me."

She looked at him for a moment longer.

Then she kissed him.

And she sat down.

"Oh—"

The sound came out of her fully and immediately, her whole body seizing, her hands gripping his shoulders hard. She stayed completely still, her forehead dropping against his, her eyes squeezed shut.

’She’s so warm,’ Liam thought. His jaw had gone tight. ’She’s gripping my dick like she’s decided it’s not going anywhere. Like her pussy made a decision completely on its own and didn’t consult anyone about it.’

A fine tremor was moving through her thighs on either side of his.

He held her. Both arms around her, one hand spread across her back and the other across her ass, just holding.

She breathed.

"Mm—" She pressed her lips together and it came through anyway.

Then she started moving.

Slow at first. Her hips rolling forward and back in small careful motions, finding the depth of it. Her boobs pressed against his chest and moved with each roll of her hips, the weight of them shifting continuously, her nipples dragging against his skin on every stroke.

"Ah — mm—"

’She’s so tight,’ he thought. ’Every single movement she gets tighter. Like her pussy is pulling me in on purpose and enjoying every second of it.’

He moved his mouth to the side of her neck and she tilted her head back immediately, her ass pressing back against his hands as she rolled her hips forward, the motion getting longer and more deliberate.

"Oh — yes—"

She picked up the pace gradually. Her sounds climbing with it, each one slightly less contained than the one before, her whole body finding the rhythm.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The sound of them filled the room. Underneath it the crickets outside and the complete stillness of the lake beyond the dark windows.

Her boobs bounced with the pace now, heavy and continuous, swaying forward on each stroke and pulling back. His hands on her ass felt every movement, the soft flesh spreading against his palms each time she pressed back, rippling with each thrust.

"Ah — Liam — ah — oh god—"

Her sounds had completely let go of any shape. Just pure reaction, each one arriving without warning, her head dropping forward and then going back as the rhythm continued.

He moved one hand from her ass to the front of her, his thumb finding her clit, pressing in slow circles that contrasted with the pace of everything else.

"Oh—" Her whole body jerked. "Don’t — don’t do that—"

He kept doing it.

"Ah — Liam — I’m going to—"

"Faster," she managed. Her voice completely gone. "Please—"

Liam looked at her above him. Her hair everywhere, her chest heaving, her boobs moving with every breath, her face completely undone and not performing anything.

"Let’s change position," he said.