Chapter 240: Again

Sarah did not leave.

Her hips shifted back against him in the dark, a small deliberate press, and Liam’s hand tightened on her stomach.

She was still slick from everything they had already done his cum, hers, the mess cooling between her thighs.

When he hardened along the curve of her ass she exhaled once, slow, and reached back to guide him, fingers wrapping around his cock with a certainty that made his breath catch.

She stroked him once, twice, smearing the wetness already there, then angled him against her entrance and held still.

He pushed into her from behind without rushing.

Sarah moaned into the pillow, softer than before, the sound worn and open. She was looser now, sensitive, every inch of him dragging against overstimulated flesh.

The slide was filthy and easy. He sank in until his hips were flush against her ass and held there, feeling her flutter around him, before he began to move. Deep, unhurried strokes.

One hand splayed between her breasts, cupping the soft weight of them, thumb brushing a nipple until it tightened. The other hand rubbed slow circles over her clit.

She trembled almost at once, thighs twitching against his, breath stuttering into the pillow.

"Too much?" he murmured against her ear.

"No." Her voice was rough. "Just slow. Like that."

He kept it slow. The bed barely moved. Outside, the lane was dead quiet. Inside, the only sounds were her broken breathing and the wet slide of his cock working in and out of her.

Each withdrawal left her clenching as if to keep him; each thrust seated him to the root. Sarah’s hand covered his over her stomach.

Her breasts filled his palm, heavy and warm, nipple tight under his thumb. He pinched lightly and she gasped, pushing back onto him harder.

When he pressed firmer on her clit she came with a shuddering, almost silent cry, clenching around him in weak, prolonged pulses, thighs shaking against his, cunt fluttering as if it could not decide whether to push him out or pull him deeper.

He rubbed her through it, still buried inside her, until the shaking eased into smaller tremors and she was panting against the pillow, skin damp under his hands.

He did not finish with her.

He eased out, the loss drawing a soft protesting sound from her throat. Cum and her release slicked her thighs and the sheets in a warm mess.

He rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs again. Sarah looked up at him, eyes heavy, lips parted, hair stuck to her temple with sweat.

Her breasts rose and fell with uneven breath, nipples still tight, a faint mark already darkening above her collarbone from earlier.

He kissed her while he lined himself up deep and unhurried and pushed back inside in one long stroke.She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as he filled her to the hilt.

This time he let himself take more.

Still controlled. Still deep. But harder, the rhythm steadier, his mouth on her throat and the top of her breast while she moaned under him.

He sucked a mark into the soft skin above her collarbone, then lower, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking while his hips drove into her.

Sarah’s legs hooked around his waist. Her nails scored his back. Every thrust bottomed out against her, wet and loud in the small room, the slap of skin on skin filling the dark.

She was so wet he could feel it on his thighs. When he drove into her at a sharper angle lifting her hips with one hand, grinding against her clit with each stroke she gasped his name and came again, weaker than the last, body fluttering around his cock as he fucked her through it, not stopping until the shaking passed and she was soft and gasping under him.

Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and let go.He came with a low groan against her skin, flooding her a second time, hips grinding flush while she held him through every thick pulse.

He stayed locked inside her, emptying himself deep, cock twitching as he spilled into her, until there was nothing left but the beat of his heart against her chest and the warm slick of his cum already starting to leak out around him where they were joined.

For a long minute afterward he stayed where he was, both of them breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin in the narrow room. Sarah’s fingers traced idle lines on his shoulder.

Her thighs were still trembling faintly against his hips. Inside her he could feel the residual flutters, small aftershocks that made her breath catch each time they came.

"I can’t feel my legs properly," she said, almost laughing, almost not.

"Good."

She turned her face into his neck. Outside, far off, a single set of footsteps passed in the lane and faded. Neither of them moved to dress.

The night still had hours in it. He eased out of her carefully; she winced and then sighed, legs falling open on the ruined sheet.

Cum streaked the insides of her thighs in thick lines, pooling slightly on the fabric beneath her.

He kissed her breast, lingering on the nipple until she shivered, then her sternum, then the damp hollow of her throat, and she let him, fingers loose in his hair.

"You’re going to make it impossible to walk back like nothing happened," she murmured.

"You don’t have to walk yet."

She did not argue. Her hand found his and held it against her stomach, where his release was still warm inside her.

He could feel the soft give of her flesh, the slight stickiness where sweat and sex had mixed. Outside, the lane stayed quiet.

Inside, the narrow bed held them both the second wave spent, the dark still thick enough to hide in, her body soft and open under his, breasts rising slowly against his chest, thighs loose, cunt still twitching with the memory of him.

He traced the mark he had left on her collarbone with his thumb. Sarah’s eyes were half-lidded, watching him in the dark. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

There was nothing left that needed saying while the night still belonged to this room and not to the blue house down the lane.

The night was not finished until she decided it was.And for now, she stayed.