Page 79 of Trusting the Fall
I smile, waking up in the comfort of Leif’s entire body engulfing mine. Even in sleep, he tries to get as close as possible.
My arms rest on top of the forearm pinned against my belly. I move my fingers along the tanned and muscled skin, clutching his hand in mine, bringing it closer so I can press a kiss against his palm.
“Didn’t realise you could be so soft and sweet in the morning, Bombshell,” he says with a delicious grumble, thick with sleep.
“You’ve subdued me with your body heat. I’m near comatose under here,” I say.
He hums and pulls me further into him, causing me to giggle as his breath tickles against my neck, especially when he nuzzles his face into me, letting his scruff graze against me.
“So I should take advantage then.”
“Is it taking advantage if I’m willing?”
“You tell me,” he says and lets his hand travel down along the bare curve of my hips and around my knee before hitching it up and over his hip, opening me to him.
My heart beats strong and sure as his fingers tease back up my inner thigh and softly trace over my pussy. Adoring kisses land over my neck and shoulder as my body melts further into his.
His fingers glide through me, eased by the wetness now pooling there. Soothing moans fill the room as our hips roll together.
He moves his hard cock to rub between my thighs as one hand comes up to stroke at my nipples, his other hand still clutched in mine.
I bring his palm to my lips and bestow my own kisses, pledging my devotion.
The intimacy makes my eyes prickle, and a tremble quakes through my body.
Leif guides my lips to his over my shoulder and kisses me deep as a hand snakes between my legs. Moving his eager cock into my welcoming heat, his thrusts become slow and steady.
With his hand now on my clit, he tenderly commands my pleasure and directs my hips back to meet his.
I feel like a pretzel with our arms and legs bound, unsure of where he ends and I begin. I’m pretty sure I end and begin with him.
The reality of my feelings hit me like a lightning storm, shocking and luminescent. My orgasm builds like a rollercoaster cresting that first ascent, and our moans deepen together.
Leif holds my hips longer every time he sinks to the hilt. When his deep groan rumbles through my ear, I plummet down into my own orgasm, bringing my tears with it.
I’m not sad. It’s the beauty of the fall—of how worthy and treasured I feel—that overwhelms me.
My sniffles come with the whimpers of my emotional and physical release, and when Leif notices, because he always notices me, he kisses the tears away.
I bring my hands around him, holding him to me while he gives me the safety to work through my feelings.
As I come down, I’m left with the warmth of being owned by him.
He holds me tighter and kisses me with promise before slowly slipping out and heading into my bathroom.
I hear the tap turn on while I rub the lingering wetness from my cheeks.
When he comes back into the room, he has a washcloth in his hand. He pulls my legs open and looks down at me for a moment.
His fingers pet my sensitive pussy, and I can feel the combination of our release being painted on his fingers and guided back into me.
“I like seeing my cum drip out of you,” he whispers. “Such a beautiful mess we make together.”
He kisses my knee and then uses the wet cloth to clean me up, flinging it into the bathroom once he’s done.
He lies on his belly next to me, his face just a breath away from mine.
“Are you feeling okay?”
