Chapter 15: morning after

I wake to the sound of his beating heart.

With morning light peering through the blinds. Showering his godly sculpted body. Giving a golden glow to his perfectly tussled brown hair.

I circle my fingers along the half chest mechanical tattoo and scars connecting to a series of beautiful military tattoos that sleeves his arm.

Liam: morning beautiful.

He kisses the top of my head.

Willow: good morning

I raise my head greeting him with a quick peck before darting into the bathroom.

I return to the pleasant welcoming of his morning wood tenting the bed sheet and Cheshire grin across his un shaven masculine face. I pause in the door way taking it all in. Heat already rising between my legs and through my cheeks.

He throws off the sheet and I give him a raised brow and a mischievous grin of my own while admiring the size and detail of his cock. I crawl over top of him kissing the rippled muscles from his lower abs to his chest rubbing my already very moist center up and down his very hard growing erection.

Squeezing my ass cheeks he re positions me down on him with his strong muscular arms. I dig my nails into his chest while lifting and thrusting my hips. His hands firmly grip my waist as he takes control of my body pounding his into mine harder and faster.

Excitement gets the best of him as he loses patients throwing me on my back and making me his in the most pleasurable way.

His smile reaches ear to ear. His eyes gloss over with a look of contentment.

Laying with our legs tangled he traces the tail feathers of my Phoenix tattoo that wraps around from my back twisting around the scar that lays across my lower belly.

Liam: You're so beautiful Willow.

He strokes the scar with the most delicate touch causing goose bumps as his eyes search mine. His are mixed with a bit of sadness and anger.

Liam: will you tell me?

I know he's asking for the story behind the tattoo and scar. I look away closing my eyes. Liam grabs my chin brushing his lips softly across mine.

Liam: We all have scars. It's nothing to be a shamed of.

I push my head back against the pillow slightly annoyed letting out an exaggerated huff.

Willow: It's not the scar that I'm a shamed of.

Liam: Is it because you can't have kids?

I nod my head no and strum my fingers along the cluster of small scars along his lower right side to the scattered ones hiding amongst the tattoos on his chest.

Willow: Tell me about yours first.

He grabs my hand kissing the back of my knuckles before holding it against his chest and looking to me with a grin.