Page 77 of Falling for You

“Are you wet for me? Ready for me, baby?”

“So ready,” I gasp when he grips his dick, rubs the tip against my clit, flicking against it.

“Yeah you are. You like that? How hard you make me?”

Oh shit. Dirty talk. He’s going to send me over the edge in no time if he keeps that up.

One finger enters me, twisting and twirling around before adding a second. “That’s right, squeeze those muscles.”

“Oh my gaaaah. Rex. You’re killing me. Enough teasing.”

“Never enough,” he says roughly before yanking his fingers out and sliding down until his face isright thereand his tongue is plunging inside and oh shit. Oh hell. I’m not going to last if he keeps it up. Because he’s sucking and licking and yup. He was made for this. Rex Matthews: Sex God. He could instruct people on how to give oral, he’sthatgood. His grip on my thighs is tight, pressing them apart so I’m completely opened up to him in the most vulnerable way.

I’m brought just to the edge, about to tip over when he pulls away just slightly, puckers his lips and blows on my hot center. The flat of his tongue presses against me in a long swipe. Rex moans as if he loves the taste of me. As if he can’t get enough.

“Ready for more?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Condom,” he tells me, no room for argument. “I don’t want to. Not with you. And I’ve never gone without, but I won’t do that until we know we’re safe.”

As much as I want nothing between us, I agree with him. Neither of us have abstained and it’s not worth the risk.

“Can I put it on you?”

“Fuck yes.”

I grin as he reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom, rips it open with his teeth then hands it over. He removes his glasses, folds the ear pieces over and sets them on the nightstand. I have no idea why watching that simple process is a turn on, but it is.

I slide it out of the foil wrapper then grip him in my small hand and slide it down his long shaft. His head drops back and he groans, cursing under his breath as he lines us up. He’s not small. Not some weird monster of a dick, either. Enough that I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, though. And I can’t wait. I’m almost giddy to feel him inside of me; I wiggle around, anxious to get this show on the road.

“Excited?”

Nodding gleefully, I admit, “I am. I really, really, am. I feel like we’ve been waiting for this forever.”

“No more waiting. This is it, okay? Once we do this, there’s no turning back. You prepared for that?”

“You’re mine. I’m yours.” I barely have the wordyoursout before he’s plunging into me in one hard thrust. I gasp, eyes widening and toes curling when he fills me up so completely.

Rex’s body stills, my fingernails dig into his shoulders and he hisses, dropping his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hang on, baby. I need a second. You feel fucking amazing and unless you want this over with before we get started, you need to have a bit of patience with me.”

“Aww. About to go prematurely like we talked about earlier?”

“No,” he growls. “Just.” I squeeze him with my inner walls and his head jerks up. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” I ask innocently and squeeze him again, “This?”

“Yes, that.” His teeth are gritted and suddenly his hips move, pistoning in and out of me at a speed that has his bed frame hitting the wall. Seconds go by. Minutes. Hours. It doesn’t matter because what he’s doing feels so good. So right. I never want it to end and I want it to end at the same time, anxious for release but needing this feeling to stretch forever. I don’t own my thoughts anymore.

He lifts my legs, placing my thighs on his shoulders. My hips rise up and he hits that spot so deep inside that I cry out. In the most delicious kind of pain. When he feels my sex clench around him, he groans, “You’re perfect. Tight. Eager. So wet. Mine.”

I can’t speak when he commands me to touch myself. Squeezing my breasts tight, I pinch my nipple. He watches, bright green turning molten as he looks between my hands and my face. Falling forward, he plants one hand beside my head. He licks his thumb on his other hand and reaches between us. Already keyed up from our foreplay, once he comes into contact with my clit, I fly. The orgasm taking over before I can get a grip on it.

“That’s it. Give in to me. Let me feel you come apart.” His words trigger something inside me. A deeper, harder orgasm than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Nothing compares. No one has ever made me feel this good. This wanted.

His hips speed up, pounding into me and soon he follows, my name a loud cry from his lips, back arching. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen — this incredible man letting go.

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