Finally in the bedroom, he set her down and closed the doors. He took her in, her standing in the middle of his space, flush and aroused, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from kissing him, her thong and bra suddenly on the floor.

All his. Never anyone else's, with a lifetime to tell her just that with his body if she wanted it.

"Goddamn," he guttered out when her hands slid over her body, lifting her breasts up, then roved down to touch herself. She knew that made him crazy, but until she invited him, he would stay rooted. It needed to be her idea, her invitation. It always had been, right from day one, and especially now.

"Come here." She held out a hand. He obliged, one hand around her neck to kiss her, pushing her back towards the bed. Her sighs as he touched her were like fuel to the fire low in his belly, muscles corded and ready.

That anticipation spiked up and down his back while she undressed him. It was painfully good, her fingers trailing on his skin, her looks through her eyelashes as she undid buttons, unbuckled his belt. Just like that first night when he told her to take his jeans off, he didn't touch her as she rendered him naked. It was almost prolonging the pleasure so it could be twice as powerful when they did finally meet skin to skin.

He liked it when she took control, the square of her shoulders, the thinly held domineering look. He had missed that. As his underwear and jeans hit the floor, she leaned in and feathered the tips of her fingers over his cock.

"That is a beautiful sight," she whispered. "What should I do with it?"

That was enough to jolt him out of the lazy haze of lust. He lowered them to the bed, her following him as pulled himself towards the headboard, kissing, hands everywhere all at once. She straddled him when he stopped, her hand sheathed his cock, stroking slowly, her knuckles rubbing her own center as she did. The sensation of her hands sliding up and down, paired with the heat from between her legs meant his resolve to go slow and steady was faltering.

"Well, what are you going to do, Li Li?" he asked, and was rewarded with a slow, sexy smile.

"Impatient man," she said. "Aren't you the one who tells me to slow down? Hmmm?"

"Right now? Slow or fast, just—" he said and she leaned over, and took him into her mouth, her hand sliding effortlessly up and down his cock in time to her bobbing head, her tongue swirling at the same time.

It rolled his eyes into the back of his head. That was fucking amazing, and he laid back, resisting the urge to thread his fingers into the hair on the back of her head and pump upwards into her mouth. He grabbed the sheets on the bed instead.

"Fuck," he hissed, not able to articulate anything else. She could turn him inside out in minutes with that mouth. Always had. He pulled her up a moment later, not wanting to come, which was a distinct possibility if she didn't stop. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her left hand, and he coaxed her up to him, laying her along his body.

"Mmm, that was nice," she murmured. "I love the sounds you make when I do that."

"I love when you do that. Your mouth is so fucking hot," he breathed and kissed it, her tongue swirling with his, his cock twitching, wanting it back.

Kisses, touches, licks, bites... Tanner closed his eyes to feel everything more as they stretched out against one another with hands and mouths exploring. It was needy, and frantic, and he sensed a difference in her as she took control again, leading him in what she wanted.

He was hers as well in this way and he wanted to be taken as much as he wanted to take. It was still a new way to think for him, for so long not believing he would ever feel what he felt for Liana in another, and glad now he would never need to.

"Dammit," he hissed as she rolled her hips against him again, teasing and suggestive, her centre sliding up and down his hard cock, flat against his stomach. "I want inside you."

With heavy lidded eyes flashing fire and want, she inched herself up and sank down, crying out as she did. He held her hips, her head thrown back, her mouth open, and it hit him square in the chest as her snug, hot centre held him tightly.

They were each other's. Branded and tethered by this bonding. It sounded heavy in his head, and the emotion and pleasure mixed, stopping time as they moved together. He just drank her in, the sensation of her connected into him enhanced by her abandon. Today was better, headier, more erotic. She was opening back up fully, with no hesitancy.

"Fuck yes," she grated out as she their eyes met. He wasn't used to not wearing a condom yet—that had stopped when she confessed to having an IUD—and the heat spiked as his cock twitched inside of her, sensitive and ready

"You feel so damned good," she moaned next, her hands moving to her breasts, twisting her nipples.

"I love you, Li LI," he murmured, unable to keep the words inside of him as she gasped in time with her quickening rhythm. Redness crawled across her chest, over her cheeks, her skin displaying how it felt, for him to see.

She leaned down over him, still riding him for all she was worth, her breasts rubbing along his chest as she kissed him. He circled her with his arms, pulling her into him, wanting her entire body with him as she shook, crying out into his mouth, an orgasm building quickly and beautifully.

"Tanner," she said, biting out his name between high-pitched gasps of pleasure. "Don't let go," she added. "Don't ever."

He rolled her underneath him, looking into her eyes as he thrust into her, holding her still. "I won't," he answered. He was desperate for her to know, to hear it. "I won't," he repeated.

A tremor ran through her at his words and her hands moved to cover his, holding him in place as her hips rose to meet each thrust of his. She made that noise that told him she was about to come, her body tense and ready to explode. He wanted to come with her, and he quickened his pace, slamming into her.

"Fuck me hard, Tanner," she gasped out, bending her knees backwards, holding her legs. "I want it hard!"

He could feel it, her internal muscles squeezing him, and as she said it, he hammered her hard and fast, in time to her gasped "yes, yes". He gritted his teeth to hold on just a little longer, but it was too much, and let go as she squeezed him. His moans mixed with hers loudly, and he was sure the entire house, if someone was in it, would hear them, at this point.

"Li Li," he managed to gasp out as his own muscles shook with the effort, his energy spent. He fell to the bed beside her and she curled into him immediately, kissing his face, his neck, her hands grappling for him.

He did the same, wanting her close.

"We haven't done that in—" she said, and stopped.

"Done what?" he murmured, looking down into her face inches from his.

"I enjoyed that thorough fuck, you big bull," she finished. "You've been mister gentle lately."

He sighed and pulled her in. He'd waited too damned long, not listening to her cues. He was still relearning her, maybe never would completely.

"I didn't want to push you too hard," he replied.

The look Liana gave him stopped his heart. He swallowed the emotion rising up as she thumbed across his cheeks, and waited for her to respond.

"Thank you for that," she said. "But I'm not a delicate flower. You know that. From now on, more like this, okay? I like it. I will never get tired of the way we make love, Tanner West."

"Message received. I'll add it to the list, right?" he said as he pulled the covers up and over them.

"What does that even mean?" she asked, an adorably frustrated look crossing her face. "You keep saying that!"

It had just been a saying he'd picked up somewhere, he'd never really thought about it before now. He had to think of something or she'd never let it go. Waiting a moment to make sure she was good and ready to swat at him and as she growled, he silenced her with a kiss then answered as his hands slid down her body.

"A list of things the woman you love says to do or not do when you're making love to her, so you'll never let her down."