Words Aren’t Important || Briliam

liam-mayfield:

Liam’s hands trailed over Bri’s body, loving the smooth and soft feel of her skin, panting as he felt himself repeatedly buried in her, and needing his release but never wanting this to end. He smirked against Bri’s neck at the reaction that Bri had to his words, and he knew, he knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He felt her hips moving harder against his, and felt her hand move between their bodies to tease herself, and he groaned loudly against her skin. His brow furrowed as he heard her curse, and then suddenly her cries, his name from her lips, the feel her her walls tightening around him, “Yes… that’s it, baby… fuck…” His hands immediately flew to her hips, grasping her tightly and helping to guide her over in fast, hard movements, he was so close and her plea almost sent him over the edge, “God, Bri… don’t stop…” it didn’t take long before his orgasm finally crashed through him. His head fell back, and the room was filled with his loud and satisfied moan. He moved her hips over him slowly, riding out his orgasm. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her entire body close into him and kissing her slowly, but deeply, he pulled away to smile at her. “I don’t think you could be any more perfect if you tried…” And he meant those words, kissing her again.

She groaned and rocked against him, thankful for his hold on her hips because she felt weak as it was, and still needed to get him off. She leaned into him more, grasping onto his shoulders, burrowing her face into his neck, her lips parted and breath heavy against his slick skin. She smiled lazily as she heard his satisfied moans fill the room, his orgasm coursing through him. She hummed as he came inside of her, her hips moving gently against him before slowing to a stop. Her head spun as he kissed her, it was deep and passionate and she returned it eagerly. Her tongue tracing the lines of his lips before slipping inside of his mouth to taste him. She gasped softly as he pulled back, breathless from their workout and the kiss. “I probably could…you never know,” she teased, flashing him an impish grin before he was kissing her again. This time she pulled back, fingers brushing along the side of his neck, pale blue eyes flicking over his face. “Bedroom…we should probably move there at some point…” She nipped at his bottom lip and then peppered kisses along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble rough against her soft skin, loving the contrast between them. 

Briliam

liam-mayfield:

You want me to meet your father? Are you sure? Either way, I would love to go with you.

Well…yes, I do…and I’m sure. I love you, I plan on being with you for a long time…if you’ll have me of course, and I know he’ll love you just as much as I do.

Briliam

liam-mayfield:

I’m not saying these things just to be nice. I’m saying them because they’re true. Every single day, I ask myself if I’m dreaming, but there you are… looking like some angel I have dreamed up, but if I leave you speechless, just know that you do the same to me.

It’s really not fair, how you can just say things like that and make me fall even more in love with you. It’s far too easy for you to sweep me off my feet. I love you too, incredibly so…which brings me to something I wanted to ask you. I was thinking of maybe…going to see my father soon, and I wanted to know if you would come with me? 

Briliam

liam-mayfield:

#Vous êtes à couper le souffle.

No, love, I believe that is all you.

Tu es beaucoup trop sucré parfois. Vous êtes bien … incroyablement belle. Il est parfois difficile pour moi de respirer autour de vous, vous venez de me laisser bouche bée.

Briliam

liam-mayfield:

My apologies, I wasn’t trying to bring out your bad girl side.

Don’t worry, i’ll keep it for a little while, but when I say it goes, it’s going to have to go, otherwise they’ll never let me in a courtroom.

Why do I get the feeling that’s exactly what you were trying to do?

Well, of course…I respect that…I only want it for a couple of days, take advantage of it before it goes…

Briliam

liam-mayfield:

You’re definitely allowed to be, and what about when you can feel the beard against your….. 

For you, I’ll keep the facial hair then, since you like it so much.

Ahem..Liam! I was trying to be semi ladylike! 

Yes…good…at least for a little bit…

Briliam

liam-mayfield:

No? You like me looking like some caveman? My love, I do believe you’re biased.

Oh shut up…you do not look like a caveman. Also…I like the beard…I especially like when it scratches against my thighs..and neck…. Maybe I am a little bit…but I’m allowed to be.

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