DISCLAIMER: the wonderful Stephenie Meyer owns the characters and world of Twilight.

Warning: Leathery lemons!

Music vibe: Snow Patrol – "The Finish Line"

CHAPTER 53: ALL THAT YOU COULD WANT

Yolanda POV

Liam set me down on the ground beside the car and we giggled like teenagers as we caught each other in another embrace and stood there necking.

The offshore wind had picked up a little and I could hear it whistling through the grasses that surrounded the parking area. The quiet fizzing of the surf on the sands a few yards away was comforting.

It took me back briefly to the dim distant past and a similar scene with an old lover while on a holiday back in the UK. That lover had been not much different from Liam in most respects – older than me, kind, loving, loyal, funny with a passion for me and for speed. How different my life might have turned out if we had still been together, but my lover's need for speed was his undoing and we were parted in the most finite and shocking way. It was not the first tragedy in my life.

So here I was today, several lovers later, with one who would see me through all eternity if I played my cards right.

As Liam covered my face in kisses and chased my lips with his own, making me feel all breathless even though I wasn't, I pulled back and grasped his head between my palms. I concentrated on his face and looked into his eyes, gazing at the man who was so dear to me now.

He was not classically handsome in the film star sense – indeed he was a bit craggy and slightly careworn - but he was handsome nonetheless. I now knew he'd had his share of sadness and bad experiences but he'd also had some better times. His face and body were not often still – he had so many expressions and mannerisms. I loved them all. He could not be described as staid and he generally put his nervous energy to good use. When talking in full flow, it was often hard to capture him on camera as I had found to my frustration. At other times, he could be as still as a statue, radiating calm and quiet confidence in spades.

His arched eyebrows always suggested some mischief, even when he was being deadly serious. His dimpled smile went straight to my heart relentlessly and when he pinned me with his steady blue-eyed gaze, which he did frequently before coaxing me with that smile, I generally felt a surge of desire rush over my body and settle in my core. Once I was held in his gaze, he never needed to say a word to make me feel goosebumpy all over. By the time he kissed me, I was generally on overload. His touch set me on fire and I was more than happy to be consumed.

His Irish lilt was music to my ears: it was a touch of home and family. He did not seem to have a bad bone in his body - he spoke only words of kindness and concern. Frequently, through his way of phrasing things like a question, he made me share with him conclusions and decisions on any subject.

The only time he took control firmly was when it came to my self-sabotage to which I was obviously prone: then he was all alpha, trying to protect me from myself. Even this habit was endearing and I loved him very much for it. Much as it went against my independent nature, it actually made a wonderful change to have someone look out for me and care enough about me to set his own wishes aside and look to my needs first.

As my confidence grew, I knew that some of the old Yolanda would come out and I imagined that we would have a more lively time of things, not always agreeing, but almost certainly finding a compromise. I was no Veronika but I was no pushover either. My vampire mind also skipped ahead to the "making up" part afterwards and my brow cocked an involuntary flicker of anticipatory satisfaction at the notion.

So here I was, beside a beach on a breezy day, embracing a tall sandy-haired man who was a dream to be with and had touched my heart so deeply. He had been looking at me questioningly as I held his face in my hands while I examined him. In answer, I rubbed noses with him and told him I loved him very much.

He smiled quietly and peppered my face with kisses again. I mused wonderingly how long this desire to kiss him back so lustfully would last. I'd been told that vampires set their hearts forever once they fell in love and I hoped this was so, but as a newborn, "forever" was a hard concept to take in. For the moment, it was one day at a time and absorb every bit of joy that I could.

As I stood cuddling Liam's lean muscular form, I also briefly compared him to that duplicitous piece of crap I had lived with in Dallas. They were worlds apart thankfully and I could not have been more glad to be a world a way from my old life. There was still a score to settle there, but I was in no hurry to do so yet.

After a good long while of necking beside the car, with a growl Liam pushed me backwards towards the car door, his body language indicating that he wanted to get seriously jiggy with me without delay. He pushed his body up against mine and I could feel the outline of the bulge at his groin making its presence felt. A rush of heat fizzed up inside my belly.

Without breaking to look at what he was doing, he felt for the door handle and opened the door. He pushed me into the car's interior, shielding my head against the door frame – more to protect the car than me, I imagine, as I probably would have left a dent in it if we'd connected!

I scooted back along the seat as Liam climbed in behind me with a wolfish grin on his face. As I lay back on the seat, Liam did his best to arrange his long body over me, grumbling a little at the awkwardness of it.

"I should've bought a bigger bloody car!" He looked chagrined at his cramped position.

"We'll manage. We did last time. Or we could decamp to the front seat if you like and see how that works."

I started to twist around in an effort to get up, but Liam stopped me from doing so. He lovingly ran his hands up and down my torso as I squirmed under him. "Let me see what I can do while I've got your glorious chest right here under my hands."

He pulled up my top and licked his lips as my lacy bra was revealed to him. He lightly ran his finger just inside the rim of the material, setting off tingles along parts of me that didn't seem connected. Gently cupping one of my breasts, he worked his tongue inside my bra and buttonholed one of my nipples, lapping and pulling at it with his mouth. It was exquisite and I squirmed some more, cursing under my breath.

My eyes dilated with pleasure as he scooted my skirt down a little and also placed kisses on my belly. He swirled his tongue around, circling my bellybutton, leaving a trail of tingling delight behind in its wake. His other hand moved further down my belly towards my groin as I hitched my breath in anticipation. He nailed my mouth with a firm kiss as his finger slid down into my folds and I clenched instinctively around his roving hand. As he kissed me, he continued to tease my breasts while I murmured with pleasure and relished his two-handed attack above and below.

As he groaned into my mouth, I moved my hands to his trousers and unzipped him, freeing his member and stroking it gently. He quivered in response as I ran my fingers up and down his silky smoothness before grasping it firmly and starting to stroke him rhythmically. Our arms became a tangle of pleasure-giving. The more firmly I stroked him, the deeper his fingers went inside me and the more insistent his tongue.

"Do you want to shift position?" I asked him breathlessly. "Will it be easier if I sit on you?

"Oh God, yes." He mumbled as he hurriedly lifted my legs to sit on the back seat and pull me upright on to his lap. My underwear took a battering as it was hurriedly removed and we positioned ourselves more suitably.

I didn't sit on his straining shaft immediately, preferring to tease him gently with more kisses and movements with my groin. He responded by pulling up my top again, this time taking it off and making love to my breasts which were pushing forward for attention and enjoying every moment of contact. I was forced to lean back slightly between the front seats, biting back a noisy response as my skin quivered under his touch. I really didn't know whether to shout, laugh, scream or cry as every fibre of my body was alive with pleasure.

As I was so turned on and nearly beside myself with his ardour, Liam grabbed his chance to move himself under me properly. He took me with a groan as he slid his full length into my wetness and pulled me down onto him, making his presence felt in the most delicious way.

I felt almost delirious with pleasure by now. There was something deliciously naughty about making out in a car like a couple of horny youngsters. I gripped the headrests on either side of me as Liam started to move me up and down on him. It wasn't long before he pulled me forward so he could snag my mouth again as his hand wound round the back of my neck and he started to lose some control, huffing out excited breaths.

I dug my knees into the leather of the seat and responded to his rhythm, jutting my breasts against him and rubbing my nipples up and down his chest. We both moaned loudly to our respective sensations as Liam deepened his loving of me. He filled me completely and his angle of attack nudged my insides in the right places, pushing me to my limits. I was so swollen and wet with lust that I no longer had rational thought. I panted into his neck, working over him faster and more feverishly.

"Jesus, I can't hold on." muttered Liam as he struggled to contain himself.

"Go on, Liam, let go into me, fill me with your love." I breathed into his mouth. I clenched round him, willing him to his climax.

"My God, I love you so much." He murmured and hugged me tightly to him as he finally lost it and released into me, shuddering as I felt him convulse inside me. He sought out my neck, kissing it firmly as he rocked into me, letting out sighs of contentment.

Although I had not actually climaxed on this occasion, I'd still been pretty far gone and was still joyous because his pleasure was mine and I was feeling pretty damned good with his loving.

When Liam had settled, I pulled away gently from him and made to move off his lap. His hands suddenly gripped mine in a blur. "Not so fast, sweetheart. You're not going anywhere yet."

"Oh?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. He moved a hand down and gently started to move it just inside my mound. I mouthed "Oh....." as I now comprehended his intentions.

I closed my eyes and started to rock with his movements. I was still swollen with desire and didn't need much prompting to get back into it. Liam eyes fixed on mine each time I engaged with him. A slow smile had spread across his lips as my breathing got more ragged and I clenched over his hand more and more. It didn't take too long for me to come to my own climax under his ministrations. By the time I reached that point, Liam was good to go again and pleasuring me with both his manhood and his hand.

I let out a cry of release as my muscle walls bore down on Liam's shaft and carried us both into that pleasure zone I was loving so much these days. Liam let out a curse as he shot into me just as hard as he had before, virtually crushing the life out of me in his throes of passion.

We stayed connected in place for the longest while, holding each other in that tight hug. When I was finally coherent again, I plonked a kiss on Liam's nose. "You jammy bastard, coming twice like that!"

"Perks of the job, me darlin'" he murmured, a saucy smile crossing his face as he nuzzled my neck in satisfaction. "Shame we can't drive back to Forks with you on my lap or I might have made it a hat-trick!"

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A/N: Hmmm, oh boy I could do with Liam right now! Thank you for following this story.