Page 82 of Falling for You

“I’ve heard angry sex can be super hot, though.”

“You think we need to be angry for our sex to be super hot?”

Right. Probably not. Everything between us has been scorching. We barely need to touch each other and we’re ready, ripping and tearing at clothes, eager to be naked and tangled up. Between the sheets, on the couch, in the shower, in the kitchen, any hour of the day.

The best thing about me working from home is we can go at it like bunnies at any time. If she’s not at the salon and I’m not at The Goat, we’re together and typically caught up in the physical attraction we feel.

“I’m hungry,” I growl and she wiggles in my lap.

“I made breakfast.”

“I had something else in mind.”

Lifting her up, I lay her back against the table, draping my large body over hers. I push her t-shirt up so it’s bunched around her neck, kiss my way across her chest. She’s still not wearing a bra which means I get instant access to her amazing breasts. They’re full and heavy and the perfect size. Falling to her sides just like they did that first night. I don’t move them around, I relish them as they are. Spilling over, nipples hard and ready for my mouth.

I take my time, showing her how I feel about her.

Cherished and rapidly approaching love.

I know it and feel it coming.

Dragging down her panties right along with her soft sleep shorts that drive me wild. Bare to me, I give myself a moment to take in the beauty laid out for me. Every inch of her is gorgeous. And mine. The thought sends a thrill through me, a possessive streak I didn’t know existed until I met Chloe.

“Gorgeous.” The term of endearment I use for her is fitting.

My tongue salivates, ready and anxious for a taste of her. I want to spend my day with her flavor surrounding me. I’m like an addict, never getting enough.

She groans loudly and shimmies, pressing her body against my face.

“Patience,” I scold, lightly smacking the inside of her thigh. She cries out from the pleasure–pain. “You like that, gorgeous?” I give her a hard suck that makes the noise she made seconds ago sound like the barest of whimpers in comparison. She grinds herself into my mouth and it has me reaching down and grabbing the condom out of my pocket because I’ve learned since Chloe and I got together that it’s good to always be prepared. I slide out of my black joggers and kick them aside, rip open the condom and sheath myself quickly. Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her apart, opening her up to me.

I’ve already learned what she likes but that doesn’t stop me from teasing and playing around. Building up the anticipation for both of us. Her hips swivel, showing me what she wants. “You like thinking you’re in control, don’t you, gorgeous?”

She whimpers when I put space between us.

“Rex,” she groans, begging. “Please.”

“Please what? What do you need?”

“You.”

“Damn right,” I growl, giving her a few more swipes of my tongue, swirling it in the way that she loves, that I know will give her the start she needs to go off. Then with one final hard suck, I stand up.

And drive home.

“Fuck,” I groan. My hips are relentless, the table underneath us shifting against the tile floor in my kitchen. “You feel so good, gorgeous.”

“Yes.”

I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth while I continue to bring us to the brink. Her nipples are so sensitive, and when I nip at them with my teeth she comes unglued. She lifts her hips to meet my thrusts and I grip her thighs, certain that my fingers will leave marks. Hoping they do.

Wanting her to stay marked as mine for everyone to see.

The level of caveman I feel with her is unbelievable.

“I’m… coming…”

She doesn’t need to say the words.

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