Liv POV
Her fingers curl in his shirt to steady herself. Liv's legs are feeling wobbly all of a sudden and the line of kisses from her neck to her collarbone are making it hard to focus. He's gentle with her, his hands travelling up and down her back, always pulling her closer against him. Her own fingers are travelling up and down his arms, tracing his tattoos with her fingertips.
When one of his hands move towards her zipper from her jumpsuit, she feels him pull back to lock eyes with her. An unspoken question lingered in his eyes and Liv breathes in slowly. She was too far gone to stop now. She wanted him. His body against hers without these stupid jumpsuits. Instead of answering his silent question, Liv moves forward to him.
Her heartbeat is fast when her lips crash on him again. No more hesitant kisses, no more gentle exploring of his arms with her hands. Liv's own hands search for the zipper of his jumpsuit and starts pulling it down. Amos took this that she did want to continue and suddenly picked her up by the hips.
"Come here," he growled in her ear and she holds on to him by the shoulders.
Legs circling around his hips and she feels his arousal pressing against the jumpsuit. He supports her weight by cupping her ass and carrying her to the bed. "Let's get that jumpsuit off," she murmurs when Amos puts her down on the soft mattress.
He kept standing up while she pulls the zipper further down, glancing up and her gaze never leaving his. When she pulls the jumpsuit down, Liv quickly gets up and starts pulling his shirt over his head. Leaving wet kisses on his bare chest when the shirt falls on the floor. Her thumbs clinging on the hem of his boxers, grinning against his lips and opening her eyes.
Amos stares back at her, a half smirk on his face and with one movement, her zipper is down and her jumpsuit off her shoulders. She does the same with his boxers right before Amos' hurried hands slide off the tank top she's wearing and the rest of her jumpsuit.
Liv whimpers when he bend towards her and one of his hands cups her breasts. Closing her eyes when his lips crash on hers again. The kiss is filled with hunger, with need and she needs to have him even closer to him.
Her hands have a hold on his shoulders when she pulls Amos towards her. He obeys and in one swift movement, his knee separates her legs so he can fit between them. She can feel his need and her own hunger to have him is matching his. His hand caressing the side of her body, moving toward her leg to lift it up his thigh.
No foreplay, there was no time for it. She can't stop whimpering his name when Liv feels his arousal pressing against her thigh. Her nails scraping on his back, leaving red marks and Amos groans. But he holds back for some reason, making her look up at him. Eyes locking and she notices her heart beating frantically the way he's looking at her. Desire and hunger and no man has looked at her like that in a long time.
Her lips forming kisses on his cheek, making Amos close his eyes and his fingers play with her hair. Slowly she makes her way to his ear, nibbling his earlobe before whispering. "Fuck me, Amos. Don't hold back on me now."