Page 28 of Trusting the Fall
“Of course you can. The world wouldn’t dare stand in the way of what you can do. And right now, that’s unlocking the front door. Then I want you to lie on your bed, spread those luscious legs and have my aching pussy ready to welcome my tongue.”
“Oh, god.”
I hear more rustling of sheets, followed by soft, hurried footsteps and the sounds of a lock clicking.
I chuckle at the manic enthusiasm I can hear through the speakers, more so when it sounds like the deep bounce of a spring.
“Did you just jump on the bed?”
“I’m doing what you said. I’m waiting.” Her words tremble through manic breaths.
“You know, you going faster doesn’t make me get there any faster.”
She cries out in a desperate whimper. “How long?”
“You still wet for me, baby?”
“Painfully so.”
“Lick your fingers. I want one hand pinching your nipples and the other rubbing slow circles over that needy little clit.”
She answers me with a groan, and I’m rock solid in my briefs now. “Nice and slow, baby.”
“I need you,” she whispers.
“I’m turning onto your street.”
I don’t recognise the feral need in my voice. The hunger within my body to have this woman.
I can’t remember another time I’ve craved someone so urgently. But that’s what she does to me, turns me into a hungry beast satiated only by her. Any little bit of her I can get.
I bound over the curb leading up to her driveway, cutting the corner and letting my truck lose a bit of control. The same way my mind is as I come to a screeching halt and rip the keys from the ignition.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I race up the footpath, leap over the small set of stairs and crash through the front door.
I’m vaguely aware of a crunching sound as I fall against the wall in my race to the bedroom. Possibly broken drywall, but that sounds like tomorrow’s problem.
I throw the door closed behind me while I toe off one shoe, hopping down the hallway as I pull off the other when I finally reach the wide-open door of her bedroom.
Just like I told her, she’s splayed out in the middle of the bed, thighs wide open, body writhing against the sheets, one hand pinching at her pierced nipples and the other rubbing at her clit.
“Oh, look at you, Bombshell. Waiting so patiently for me to serve you,” I say with words like gravel, dragging up my throat.
I stalk towards her, my heart rioting in my chest the moment she locks her warm hazel eyes with mine and rips her hands off her body as if she’s surrendering to my touch. Letting me look after her pleasure, trusting I’ll make her feel good.
I stand at the foot of the bed and slowly remove my belt, letting it fall with a clang once it’s free of the pant loops.
Her gaze bounces between mine and where my hands pull at my button, but once the purr of my zipper sounds, they stay fixed on that spot.
In one motion, I pull both my jeans and briefs down my legs and kick them aside. I stand for a moment, letting her take in the sight of my hard cock before I crawl onto the bed between her parted thighs.
I trail a hand down the smooth skin from her knee to the crease where her leg meets her hip. I bite my lip to hold in my amusement at watching the way her body squirms, ready and waiting. I blow on her pussy, earning a wild cry as she throws her head back into the pillows.
“Baby, I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already so close?” I coo.
She pins me with a glare, gritting her teeth as she responds. “I don’t want to be close. I want to be finished. So put that mouth to better use and make me come.”
I lick my lips and hold her gaze as I bring my hand with a barely-there caress over her hardened clit, flicking at the ring and down her slick centre, before parting her with my thumb and forefinger.
