Page 114 of Love By The Falls

A girl. A tiny little baby girl.

She stands on her tiptoes, and I meet her mouth. Fervent emotions pour through the kiss. I can’t name them yet as they spill inside of me and take over my body. I press her backwards until her back hits the wall. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, but she shakes her head.

“I’m not that fragile, Caleb. You won’t hurt me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she breathes and pulls my head down to kiss me again. I let go, trusting she will tell me if I’ve pushedtoo hard. I grab the back of her head and hold her in place as I ravage her lips. I gasp for air between kisses, but never enough to stop kissing her. I’m reckless, and I don’t think about anything other than being inside of her again. It’s been more than six months. I haven’t been with anyone else since. My dick hasn’t even twitched for another woman, but with her it stands to attention.

Charlotte pulls away, breathing harshly, and places her hand on the doorknob. She turns it slowly and presses her hand against the door until it clicks shut. “What about Charlie?”

“He’s watching his favorite TV show. He won’t move for another thirty minutes at least.”

Thirty minutes isn’t nearly enough to do everything I’ve wanted to do with Charlotte since St. Kitts.

“You have to be quiet, though.”

I groan, and she covers my mouth with her hand, giggling. “Much quieter than that.”

I lick the palm of her hand, and her giggles die on her lips. I lick her neck and her collarbone, dragging my tongue down the valley between her breasts.

She pulls down the thin straps of her dress, and it pools at her feet. She stands naked in front of me, except for her panties below the swell of her belly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, running my hands along her bump. “You’re carrying our child,taking care of her, all while taking care of everything else.”

She holds my head between her hands, and I kiss around her belly button, moving my lips lower. “Caleb,” she whispers, and my body jerks in response. I smell her sweet scent before I taste it, and I spear my tongue inside her as soon as I reach her core. She jerks from my grasps on her hips, and I worry she might fall, so I turn and walk her back toward the bed. “This bed squeaks too much,” she whispers, and I groan again. Albeit this time a little quieter.

“Hold on to the desk then,” I say and help her put both hands on the edge of the wooden furniture. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, it was mine when I was a kid. I’ve had my own fantasies while writing on this desk.”

I run my hands up and down her back and thighs and feel her body tremble at my fingertips. I drop to my knees and turn my body so that my face is between her thighs. “Hold on tight, baby,” I say and press my tongue to her clit. She shivers and drops her head, holding herself up with her hands against the desk. “Fuck,” she whispers.

I do it again, licking, tasting, and sucking the intense bud until her legs shake and I hold them steady with my hands on her thighs. She pants and moans and finally comes all over my mouth. I lick it all, savoring herpleasure, and wanting to start all over again, but we only have a few minutes left until Captain Whatever is finished.

Getting up from the floor, I pull her hips back and unbutton my jeans. My dick pops out as soon as I pull down my briefs, eager to get inside of her. “Is this position good?” I ask when I’m at her entrance. She pushes her ass against me. “Yes. Hurry.”

I slide inside of her with no further hesitation and little resistance.Ah, fuck, this is what I needed.

I drop my head back and feel her core clench, squeezing my dick and hugging it like a fucking clamp. I pull out, moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but she pushes her ass back, slapping against my balls. A shiver runs along my testicles, and I press my fingertips into her hips.

She pushes back again, and this time, my reserve snaps and I slam into her from behind. “Ah,” she pants, lifting her chin up to the ceiling.

I wait for her to tell me to stop, but she squeezes her thighs together.

Fuck it.

I push myself to the hilt and she pants again. I’ve hit her spot; I can tell by the way her thighs tremble. I find a rhythm—in and out—harder, faster—until we’re both panting and moaning. When her moans become loud, Icover her mouth with my hand as I slam into her over and over again.

She bites me when my thrust goes too deep, then lets out a muffled cry when she reaches her pleasure. My body tightens and races to catch up with her. I thrust once more, and my body explodes, releasing an orgasm I’ve held for far too long. I pull her onto the bed and we both fall on top of it.

“Damn,” I breathe. “That was better than I remember it.”

“I don’t remember my name right now,” she says, and I smile.

Good, because I’m starting to think I’d like to change it.

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