Page 52 of Fall Apart

She fists the base of my cock, squeezing and making me buck into her hand. “That I don’t like being toldno.”

I watch as she licks me from the base to the tip and takes the head in her mouth. Finally seeing those pouty lips around my cock is almost too much. She moans, taking more of me in her mouth and my lips hang open.

“Fuck, princess. Your mouth is so good.” She hums and starts to bob her head up and down. “Too fucking good.”

She laughs - she fucking laughs - with my cock down her throat. The vibration of her laugh makes my cock ache. I can see tears welling at the corners of her eyes as she takes all of me in. “Holy shit, Lizzy.”

She hums again, going faster and hollowing her cheeks. I grab her ponytail, loving every second of this, but this isn’t how I want to come tonight. I fist her ponytail and pull her off of me, my cock leaving her mouth with a pop.

I tilt her head back and she looks up at me, her eyes blazing a trail along my body. “I wanted my turn to make you come. You’re no funagain.”

“I told you I want to look in your eyes when I come in you. Now get in the fucking bed on your big pillow pile.” I point to her headboard. “Now.”

I watch her crawl across the bed, enjoying the site of her curvy ass and puffy, well-fucked pussy before she lays on her back. I follow her, lowering myself between her open thighs, notching myself at her entrance. I lean down, kissing her collarbone, then her neck, until my lips stop just under her ear. “I made you a promise and I’m going to keep it.” I thrust hard, burying myself in her, my cock already feeling like this is its new home. I feel the rush of air against my neck when she gasps and the pang of her digging her nails into my back.

“Fuck me harder then,” she breathes against my ear.

My heart pounds in my chest. This woman never stops amazing me. I grab her thighs, pushing them back, letting myself get even deeper in her. I pull back just enough to meet her eyes before we both look to where we’re joined. “See how fucking good we look?”

I rock my hips harder, enjoying how deep I’m getting. “You take me so fucking good.”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she chides playfully. I know that’s a lie. She loves hearing me praise her.

I reach down between us, pumping myself in harder and teasing her clit with my thumb.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” she cries into my shoulder and her teeth dig into my collarbone.

And that’s what I do.

I fuck her hard and senselessly, circling and flicking her clit. I can feel her walls tighten, bringing me closer to completely falling apart, as if I already wasn’t every time I’m close to her.

I feel her dig her nails into me deeper, her hard buds rubbing against my chest through her bralette. She wraps her legs around my ass, pulling me in deeper and I can feel her pussy flutter against my cock when she comes undone again. And this time, I barrel over theedge with her, losing myself inside her. The edges of my vision blur, but not enough to keep me from staring right into the icy blue eyes looking right back at me - into me.

I wrap my arms under her, flipping us over with her on top of me, cradled in my arms with us still joined together.

She burrows her head into my neck and I plant a kiss on top of her head, noticing her ponytail is now a flowing, beautiful mess of blonde hair.

“You’re really something else,” I say softly against the top of her head.

She hums contentedly against my chest. “Shut up, Clay. You’re ruining it.”

I laugh and roll my eyes. “I’ll be right back.” I pry myself loose from her grip and get out of bed, gathering our clothes from the floor and setting them neatly in the corner chair. She watches me curiously as I head to the en suite bathroom. I cock my head towards the door. “Warm towel service.” She smiles so brightly at me before I head in and grab a towel, her robe, and a couple hair ties from the counter.

I come back to bed, laying beside her while she cleans up and puts on the robe.

“Here. Sit up.” I pat the bed beside me. She gives me a questioning glance but doesn’t push back. I sit up behind her, rubbing her shoulders under the robe, cleaning up what’s left of her disheveled ponytail, my hands working absentmindedly. She leans back into me and I love this level of intimacy, like the other night, something I haven’t experienced in years - maybe ever. I enjoy the comfortable silence between us. It feels like an entire, unspoken conversation happens between us.

“I want to know something about you. Something new.” Her voice is soft and curious. Maybe I spoke too soon about enjoying the silence. But I think I might actuallyliketalking to her.

I sigh. “Then pick something.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Why don’t you ski anymore?”

That is not the question I was hoping for and not one I even know where to start with. There’s so much to unpack there. My mom, my injuries, Kayleigh, all the pain and memories. I think about it for a minute, my hands still mindlessly playing with her hair, and I come up with the best answer I’m willing to give right now.

“I’ve lost enough things in life that matter. It hurts saying goodbye.” I swallow hard, so many memories running through my mind. “After I tore up my right knee, it was almost a year of rehab and physical therapy. But I came back stronger than before, physically anyways. I still wanted to try.”

She nods, still facing away from me, but doesn’t say anything.

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