Page 30 of Trusting the Fall
I throw the packet on the pillow beside her head, caging her in with my arms as I look down at her.
Her palms run over my chest, and she looks effortlessly content. Surely, she feels the shift that’s been brewing between us since the first time we hooked up.
“Are you ever going to tell me your name?” I ask.
“A bombshell by any other name still tastes as sweet.” She bites her lip as her honey eyes look up at me. I lean down and kiss her. Once. Twice. By the third time, her hands are climbing around my neck to hold me there.
I rock back onto my heel to shift the weight off my hands, then lean down to grab her legs. Hooking under her knees, I scoop her further underneath me and wrap her legs behind my back.
I reach for the condom, pulling my lips off hers so I can tear at the foil. Navigating between our bodies, I manage to roll the latex down my cock, then place my arms back beside her head.
Her blonde waves are tangled and sticking to her cheek. I sweep the locks back and stare at her pretty face.
“What are you waiting for, Lover Boy?” She’s all flirt and tease, but where my mind goes is the opposite. I’m waiting for more, but I know I’m the only one there right now.
It doesn’t bother me. Yet. I’ll keep playing this game until she figures out I’m not like the guys of her past who were happy to let her go.
She’s an action girl. Pretty words don’t hold much weight. So that’s what I’ll do.
“Just wanted to remember how your face looked before.”
“Before what?”
I hold my dick against her entrance and drive in. Our chests are pressed so hard against each other I can’t tell whose heartbeat I’m feeling.
“Before I gave you my cock and saw how much you fucking loved it.”
“Oh, I do,” she breathes. “I fucking love your cock.”
“Best you’ve ever had, Bombshell.” I grip one knee that’s wrapped around me, the other clutching at her golden waves as I continue to hammer into her long and deep. “Tell me.”
She nods. “Best I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t forget it,” I whisper against her lips. “Say it again.”
“Best. I’ve. Ever. Had.” The words sputter out between moans.
I swivel my hips and rub my pelvis against her clit ring. Euphoria shudders through my hips, my spine, all down my legs.
“One more time,” I beg.
She places her hands against my cheeks, forcing my face in front of hers.
She looks deep into my eyes, rapture swirling within the gold.
“Best I’ve ever fucking had,” she grits and smashes her lips against mine.
Our bodies crash against each other. Hands claw at slick skin. Both of our voices cry out in greed and hunger as we meet our orgasms together.
I collapse on top of her, resting my cheek against her chest. The beat of her heart rams against me.
I run my palm up and down her torso as her fingers play in my hair.
“Mmm,” she hums. “Same time tomorrow?”
I laugh and kiss her chest, right over that beating heat.
“What? Are you done with me?” Maybe I’m not done with her. Maybe I can’t be.
