Page 69 of Trusting the Fall
“No.” I search for the condom that fell from my hands at some point and tear it open, shuffling back down his body to roll it down his length.
I keep my eyes on him as I rise to my knees, shivering at the way he fills me so well as I glide down his full length. He groans and fastens his hands against my hips once I’m fully seated.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and I nod, keeping my eyes locked with his as I roll over him.
Our sighs of relief fill the room as we move gently with each other.
I’m working up to my third orgasm, so I let my sensitive pussy lazily bob up and down, feeling every movement deeply. Leif’s hands clutch at my hips, and he rubs me harder against him, following my pace.
I love every moment his firm hands command me. I feel beautiful and worshipped, so I let the feeling empower me as I sit taller on his body and ride.
I rub my hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, pinching at the barbells, humming in response.
“Look at you, Bombshell. Never seen anyone as beautiful in my fucking life. Never will again.”
Our movements gain pace, as we barrel towards the finish line together.
My moans grow louder, with his words, with the way he helps guide me up and down his cock.
He keeps one hand locked on my waist while the other comes to land on my pelvis, a hand splayed across my lower belly possessively with his palm just resting against my clit.
I shiver and moan, moving maniacally. “Yes!”
“So beautiful riding my cock.” I reach down to put my hand over his where it rests on my side, and he flips his palm, lacing our fingers together.
I lean my weight into him, tightening my hands over his as my stomach clenches and my pussy throbs.
“That’s it, baby, you’re almost there. Tell me when I can come.” He takes the hand resting on my belly to grab my other hand, holding both of mine in each of his now.
“You can do it, baby. Ride me. Own me.” I squeeze his hands, ready to fall.
My whole body aches, and I’m shivering out of control, knowing that I’m not just falling to orgasm, I’m falling in a way I wasn’t prepared for. Wasn’t looking for.
“I’ve got you, Claire. Let go.”
“Come with me!” I cry as my body locks down on his.
Leif’s roar echoes through my body as he takes on a punishing pace, and my release floods between us, running down my legs.
And I do, I let go.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Project Update
I quite enjoy it when you’re right, actually.
In fact, my favourite thing is when you say yes.
Favourite sexual position? Oh my, is that appropriate to ask your contractor?
L x
PS. Any time it’s with you…
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