Page 129 of Falcon

She leans her cheek into my palm and nuzzles it softly. “Why?”

“Because I love you.” I say it so easily, because I mean it. I’ve never meant anything more in my life.

Her bottom lip begins to tremble and the tears that were once pooling in her eyes begin to roll down her cheeks.

She doesn’t speak, not at first. She rises up on her tiptoes, pressing her soaking wet chest against mine and places the softest kiss onto my lips.

When she pulls away, ever so slightly she whispers against me, “I love you too.”

Hearing those words sends an electric shock fluttering through my veins.

I search her face for just a moment before yanking her to me again, this time the kiss is anything but soft.

It’s messy and wet. Harsh and demanding.

She wraps both of her arms around my neck and holds on tight while I lift her from the floor, with both my hands gripping her perfect ass.

The water from her arms and body are soaking my clothes, but I don’t care, not right now, all I can think about is she loves me.

“Say it again,” I demand, placing her on the bathroom counter, yanking her by the waist until her ass on is on the edge.

“I love you.” The words leave her lips in a moan because my teeth sink into her pert left nipple. “Oh God, I love you.”

I can feel her sliding her hand through my hair and holding the back of my head. Her nails dig into my scalp as she holds me exactly where she wants me.

I lap up the drops of water that are dotting her chest and neck before taking her mouth once again.

My cock is straining behind the fabric of my slacks so harshly it’s almost painful, and as if she can read my mind, her hand drops from my head and comes between our bodies, hers nude, mine clothed, to cup me through my pants.

“Say it,” she demands this time.

“I love you so fucking much, Faith. So fucking much.”

The mutual devouring of our mouths continues as we, as a team, work my belt open, my fly down, and my cock pulled free.

I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, tossing it aside.

“I need you, Marco. Please…please…” she mewls softly.

“I’m right here. I’m always going to be right here,” I tell her, as I lift her leg up just slightly, giving myself the angle I need, and sink into her pussy.

She groans loudly and looks down at where are bodies are connected, watching me slide in and out of her body.

“Do you see that?” I ask her. “Do you see what you do to me? How hard you make me? Look at you, Faith. You’re so fucking wet. Christ. You feel so good. I am so in love with you.”

At my words, she tilts her head back and moans out in relief and comes beautifully around me: contracting and fluttering with each wave, and I see goosebumps erupt over her skin.

She stays like that, arched back and reveling in the sensation, as I continue to push and pull against her.

I don’t want this to end, and I’m about four seconds from exploding way sooner than I want.

“Fuck me,” I growl and pull out nearly completely until just my tip is barely inside of her.

“No.” She sits up completely and wraps me in a bear hug, pulling me flush against her. “Don’t stop.” She lays kisses across my chest.

“Don’t want to come yet, baby, and you feel so good that I’m damn close.”

She kisses my neck, my jaw, my ears.

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