The sharp ring of an alarm clock located on her burnished oak bureau across the room, brought Dharla abruptly from a deep, restorative sleep. Opening a lazy eye just a crack, she peered groggily at the offending object, silently determining if it was worth the effort to rise and shut it off, or if she should simply cram the soft feather pillow around her ears and ignore the shrill noise until her dreams overtook her again. Her indecision was quickly tipped on the scale when the sound of the water faucet permeated her ears even through the alarm's clang, and with an internal sigh she threw back the bedspread to pad silently across the floor and assertively turn the alarm setting to off.
Stifling a yawn, Dharla stretched, looking out the frosty windowpanes with a faint smile. Reaching towards the ceiling, she bent forward from the waist, touching her palms to the floor as she stretched, unaware of the appreciative gaze fixed upon her supple form from behind. Straightening, Dharla wrapped her arms about herself and came to stand in front of the window, enjoying the sight of the faint morning sun turning the freshly fallen snow into a miasma of tiny diamonds glittering on the ground. Without warning, two arms came about her from behind, pulling her into a strong frame, and a nose nuzzled gently into her crown.
"Good morning, little one. I have a hot shower running for you," Liam murmured tenderly against her fragrant hair, one hand traveling down her soft tummy to rest possessively on the flare of her hip. The other hand encircled her ribcage, pulling her closer yet. "Of course, if you continue to tempt me so, the water will be running cold long before I let you use it."
With a faint blush, Dharla turned in Liam's embrace, placing her palms on his broad chest before bestowing a chaste kiss upon his lips. He frowned in mock severity. "Is that the best you can do this morning, pet?" He swooped in for a real kiss, his lips meeting hers with a smoldering intensity that betrayed his intense desire for her. With an age-old wisdom ingrained by time, Dharla met his eager advance, lips parting submissively beneath the subtle command of his own. With a small moan, Dharla ground her hips against his, and he broke off with an admonishing smile, saying "Attend to your shower, my love. I'll await downstairs."
"I'll be there shortly," Dharla promised, lust rather than fatigue glazing her bright blue eyes now. With a happy smile, she strode to the bathroom where, as promised, a steaming hot shower waited for her body. Her gaze flickered appreciatively around the room; Liam had thought of everything. Her slippers rested next to the shower, her terry towel adorned the rack, and in the shower he had tied a sprig of eucalyptus for an invigorating steam. Disrobing, Dharla stepped into the large shower, closing the door gently behind her as she positioned herself beneath the cascading water. Eyes closing in contentment, her hands rose to brush the water through her hair before she shampooed. Feeling loved and cherished, awash in memories of the toe-curling kiss mere minutes before, Dharla failed to notice the shower door quietly opening.
She couldn't fail to notice the strong hands that assaulted her body... One rough hand firmly cupped her breast, while the other reached down, molding her mons in the palm. A sharp intake of breath escaped her parted lips, and her knees near buckled at the suddenness of Liam's actions. A feral grin crossed his lips as Dharla's head tilted to one side, and taking advantage of the invitation, he leaned down to bite the juncture of her neck and shoulder, at the same time sliding his erect cock between her sudsy cheeks and deep into her womb. A loud gasp echoed in the steamy confines of the shower, and his tongue snaked out to tease the flesh he gripped between his sharp teeth. His body began to undulate, shallow thrusts as he barely withdrew before slowly sliding back in.
"Liam..." she moaned restlessly, her head leaning back on his shoulder as his nimble fingers pinched and tweaked her erect nipples. Liam understood his love all too well, and his other hand rose to splay across her throat, lightly choking her even as his pose pulled her enticing body into the cavernous shelter of his own. He gave another thrust, this one short and fast, just to hear the gasp. Slow, slow, fast! Slow, fast! Fast, slow, slow... he repeated his rhythm, keeping her guessing, enjoying his balls lightly slapping her clit, the feel of her warm wet sheath wrapped tightly around his throbbing shaft. Her whimpers grew louder, her hands rising to clasp his hand at her breasts.
"Tell me you want me," Liam growled, biting her earlobe.
