“Liar!” I was shocked. His face crumpled into a sad little boys. “Everyone who knows you calls you Lizzy.” I laughed out loud realising why he’d looked so hurt.
“Sorry. How do you do? My name is Elizabeth Clarke, but you may call me Lizzy.” We shook hands.
“Is that better?”
“Yes. I like Lizzy.” He grinned.
“A-hem, so? What’s your name?” He sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs. Wiggling his eyebrow in a mocked attempt at seduction, he turned to me and responded.
“What do you want it to be?” I burst out laughing and fell on to the sofa opposite him.
“That’s my favourite film! You like it?”
“Love it.” He sat up and crooked his finger. “come here and I’ll whisper it to you.” My stomach flipped. It might have been the wine or the relief that Rosa seemed to be getting better. Or only that we were safely tucked away in my sister’s home, but I didn’t feel guilty as I slunk over to join him.
When I got within his reach, he scooped his arm behind me and pulled me on to his lap. I felt nervous but at the same time a feeling of excitement bubbled up inside me. This moment felt so different to the awkwardness of our contrived meetings in the Bunker. He was so at ease and cheeky, not at all what he had been like before. For that reason, I wondered if he was messing around. That any minute he’d get up and pull out the sofa bed to go to sleep.
Pulling me closer, he placed a hand behind my head and leaned me back towards the bed. Slowly lowering his lips down to whisper in my ear. The fresh stubble on his chin roughly scraped my neck as he moved his mouth to speak.
“My name is Liam Finnegan. Pleased to make your acquaintance Lizzy.” He said my name in his now familiar, melodic Irish tone and his mouth moved around to kiss my neck.
Extending his leg out behind him, he kicked the door shut with his foot. He stood up and threw me into the middle of the bed as easily as if I were a sack of flour. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me all night and now they sparkled with his desire. I didn’t need any prompting this time. My t-shirt was on the floor within seconds. He started to laugh.
“Well, that was much easier than the first time.” My eagerness had taken me by surprise. I blushed but don’t think he noticed. The room was lit naturally by the fading daylight which shone in through the window.
Liam crawled over and knelt up on the bed in front of me. He dropped his hands to his waist and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. I sniggered to myself as it joined mine on the floor. The view in this room was only getting better.
His hands lightly cupped my face and drew my lips up to meet his so that I was kneeling too. Our bodies pressed together. The naked skin of my stomach was touching his. At first, very softly, he gently brushed his lips against mine and then kissed me hungrily. As though remembering himself he pulled away and lay down beside me. He lent up on his elbow and looked down at me.
“I need to know something.” He said.
“What is it?”
“In the bunker. You kissed me, I’ve never been kissed like that and ever since I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. You blew me away. I wanted you to kiss me like that again every time I looked at you.” I was flattered and a little surprised that I had left such an impression on him at all with everything that had gone on.
I knew the kiss. It was the one I had perfected in college, and I had known what I was doing when I had done it. Back in the Bunker, it got the reaction we needed.
“You mean like this?” I ran my fingernails from behind the top of his ears to the nape of his neck and gently pulled his head towards mine letting our noses touch. Very slowly I tilted my chin up so that I could grab the fattest part of his bottom lip between my teeth and very gently tugged as I let it slip out of my grasp. I kissed his mouth. Then with a flicker of my tongue, I wet my lips and parted his. He began to join my rhythm and I pulled away again. This time running the tip of my tongue along the inside edge of his top lip. Liam groaned with wanting and I was empowered.
It could have been the wine or the good-looking man that was holding me, but a part of me which I had thought of as forgotten woke up. Emboldened I bit his lower lip again. He responded with the same animalistic lust I had seen in him that first time.
He rolled me on top of him with my legs either side. Both of his hands clasped my ass and pulled me down on top of his crotch. Furiously he kissed me until my lips tingled with overuse. His tongue danced inside my mouth moving in time with mine. Stopping only to snatch breaths in between.
His hands moved up past my waist, and he trailed them up my bare sides leaving a trail of invisible fireworks as he went. I caught my breath as his fingers reached my bra. Quickly deciding that over the bra action just wasn’t good enough for him. He leaned up to unfasten the back. As he pulled it away, he caught my nipple in his mouth and sent a shiver down my spine which resonated all the way down to my toes.
Desperately not wanting to miss a thing. I tried to take in the sensations echoing inside of my body. Liam’s hands were everywhere. He stroked my skin like he had been reunited with a lost love. From the way he touched me I knew that Liam was an experienced lover, and yet he drank me in. His mouth explored every curve, every crease of my torso closely following his gliding fingers. I was both overwhelmed and in awe of him.
I had never had someone pore over my body the way that Liam did. I felt like a million dollars. My hands gripped the meaty part of his broad shoulders as he playfully nibbled my skin getting lower and lower. As he worked his way over every part of my upper body, I could feel him underneath me. His crotch was getting harder and began to strain against the material of his jeans.
By the time Liam tossed me over on to my back, I was desperate to get him out of his clothes. He undid the top button of my Levi’s and teasing, pulled the waistband apart to let the zipper slowly open.
The action brought me back to reality. I remembered the pants I had on were not particularly flattering ones and decided that they would be better off than on. The second Liam turned around to throw my jeans on the floor I scrabbled out of them and flung them behind the headboard of the bed. Never to be seen again.
“Woah! I was planning to take my time. Is someone getting impatient? You like getting your own way don’t you?” My cheeks flushed, but everything he did felt so amazing that I knew I would quickly get over the shame.
Affirming his earlier statement, I grabbed for the buckle of his belt and began to unthread it. Taking back control, he snatched the end of his belt out of my hands and pulled it. With one swift movement, it slid out of the remaining belt loops. He hung it over the back of the headboard behind me. My hands were already busy with the buttons of his fly as he discarded his belt. They popped open with ease, and his jeans were off in one fluid motion.
He tugged at my hair winding it playfully between his fingers as his mouth caressed my neck and chest. With his weight on top of me, I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach. The heat of it burned through his boxers which made me whimper in anticipation. I couldn’t wait anymore. The ferocity of my lust for him was alarming. He was a man I had known for less than a month. Yet, I ached for him in a way I never had for anyone. What’s more, he knew the effect he was having on me. I could tell by the expression on his face.
Liam got up on all fours above me on the bed and looked down.
“I need to even the playing field. I’ve been thinking; you’ve already had me at your mercy twice. In fact that first time I’d been drugged.” He reached up for his belt from the headboard.