Page 40 of A Dark Fall
“Almost isn’t enough.”
“I was distracted.”
“What were you distracted by?” he asks.
I put my finger to my mouth and look upward as if I have no clue.
“Well, I like that I distract you.”
Sitting up, I reach behind and unclasp my bra, trying my best to make it look smooth and seductive, though I’m not sure taking off a bra can be done anything but awkwardly. Unless you’re a stripper.
When he turns back around to face me, his eyes blaze, causing that warm spreading sensation in my stomach to start again. He moves over me, settling himself between my thighs, his slightly intimidating hardness lying thick and hot against my hypersensitive skin.While he holds himself up with a strong-muscled arm, he continues to stare down at me. The atmosphere seems to shift from erotic to something else—something more intimate and intense.
“So beautiful ...” he says, fingers skimming the shape of my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” He leans in to kiss me, chaste and soft. “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you.” He sounds almost shy. It’s not how I thought he’d talk in bed. “Fuck, I haven’t stopped thinking about being inside you, Alex.”
And there it is. How I thought his pillow talk would sound.
“Look at me,” he says, shifting his body over mine.
My eyes flutter open to stare at him. God, he looks serious. And strong. Dangerously strong. The corded muscle of his neck and shoulder pulls tight as he holds himself up. Yes, he’s a man made for having sex, for making women come. I should count myself lucky to have at least one night of pure, unadulterated lust with this man.
He nudges his cock closer to the space between my legs, teasingly, temptingly. “Do you want me inside you now? Is that what you want?”
Cheeks flushing hot again, I nod.
Leaning down, he licks his tongue into my mouth as he moves the tip of his cock to press against my opening, resting it there.
“I want you to look at me when I put my cock inside you,” he says. “If you close your eyes, I’ll stop, okay?”
I’m not thinking straight enough to analyze the point of this, but I’m pretty sure I’d agree to anything at this moment, so I nod.
He pushes in, and the scorching heat of him is immediate, the feel of him making me gasp aloud before he begins to push himself into me. It’s so painfully slow my entire body thrums and trembles under the building pressure. His face is a picture of focus as he alternates between looking at where he’s entering me and back up at my eyes.
It’s without a doubt the most intense sexual experience of my life.
When I feel him fill me all the way up, the sensation becomes too much, and my eyes close on a soft, desperate whine.
Quick as a flash, I feel him pull out, so I’m left with only the feeling of emptiness and confusion. My eyes fly open to glare at him.
“What did I say?” he asks, looking slightly amused, I think.
My head isn’t functioning properly, so, for a moment, I don’t know what he’s talking about. Then I remember.
“Sorry. I was trying ...” I say meekly.
“Mmm, then try harder,” he says, voice low as he starts to push himself in again.
This time, I make sure my eyes are open and looking up into his as he does. The feeling is more intense the second time, and more like rapture. He’s a tight fit, but I feel my body grab onto him from the inside, greedy and possessive. I dig my hands into the soft skin of his muscular back to pull him closer and balance out the sensation.
“Fucking hell, Alex ...” he moans as his eyes close over. Perhaps the eye contact part is over now because he’s all the way in. He is all the way in, isn’t he? He has to be—there can’t be any more of him.
He brings his head down and kisses me, holding onto my bottom lip gently with his teeth. To ease the torturous pressure of him throbbing but not moving inside me, I undulate under him, tilting my hips up. He lets out a delicious moan I’m certain I’ll fantasize about for the rest of my life.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard or slow, baby?” he asks, a small smirk settling on his face now.
Oh, so he’s a sadist.
“I don’t know, Jake. Please ... just, please ...” I pant pathetically, desperately, as I hold his gaze.
