Page 78 of Trusting the Fall
He matches my strokes with his own, continuing to let his bare cock slide between my pussy lips, grinding harder every time the base of his cock meets my clit and the ring there.
“Yes,” I whimper.
His hands move with an ardent touch up and down my thigh and hip.
“I wanna eat your pretty pussy, but I also need to feel you clenching around my bare cock, baby. Help me. What do I do? Tell me what you need,” he says against my lips, not letting up in ensuring every part of him is touching every part of me.
“I need you.”
“Fuck.” He kisses me hard, then pulls back, looking down between us where his hard length drags down and back up through my heat with barely-there restraint.
When he drags back down again, he pauses at my entrance, then looks at me. I feel my breath pick up.
I’m lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, or maybe it’s the intensity of the moment, and then, with aching ease, he pushes into me.
I shudder as I feel every inch of his him glide along the quivering walls inside me. We both moan when he becomes fully seated to the hilt.
I can see every ounce of his pleasure in real time as he feels it. Like a gateway to his emotions, he wears it on his face. It’s euphoria. Admiration. Love.
He pulls out and thrusts back in with the same leisurely pace. Deep, grinding rolls that feel like they’re drugging my mind and body every time he nudges at my G-spot, holding it there before repeating the motion over and over.
I can’t take the distance any longer.
I prop myself up to meet his lips, letting them bruise over his with the same sluggish momentum of our hips.
He pushes me back down and rolls us over, so I’m seated astride him.
His hands fly to my hair, massaging at my scalp and tangling in the tresses. I continue to roll against him, picking up the pace as I feel my orgasm cresting.
I want to wrap myself around him, but I can’t in this position.
I push my hands against the mattress and push, holding on to one of Leif’s shoulders, encouraging him to follow me.
We’re sitting upright over the side of the bed. I’m seated on his lap with my knees resting against the mattress so I can continue to push up and down, bouncing on his cock.
His arms lock against my back like a boa constrictor, and I wrap mine around his head, cocooning us in our bubble of lust and devotion.
“Claire,” he murmurs against my lips, and it’s like he erases any other time he’s said my name before.
I’ll only ever want to hear it again the way he just said it.
Like a declaration that no one will ever love, honour and respect me the way he will. The way he does.
It’s with that knowledge that I crumble around him, crying into his neck. “Leif.”
He continues pumping up into me, following close behind, but not quite there yet. “I want you to come inside me,” I say.
He stutters for a moment, and I pull back to look in his eyes. My pussy is extra sensitive, but I continue to roll over him and say it again.
“Please, baby. Come inside me.” It’s my exposed emotion that does him in.
My pleading words to share in the raw truth of our connection that makes him let go. Helping me to let go of all the ways I’ve held back before.
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WarmthcocoonsmeasI wake from the best sleep I’ve ever had.
I go to stretch out my limbs, but two heavy arms are wrapped around my waist and chest. Legs are tucked up behind mine, and a deliciously hard cock is nestled against my arse.
