Page 54 of Falcon

“Take these off,” I moan breathily.

“Hold on.” He props up with one hand braced against the sofa back and uses the other to pull a square foil packet from his pocket.

I trail my nails up and down his ribcage. “I guess you really did think we were a foregone conclusion.”

“A man can hope.”

And once again, we collide in a kaleidoscope of kisses and roaming hands. His jeans hit the floor, as does my shirt and then my bra.

This is the first time I’ve been fully naked with a man in years, and I don’t feel an ounce of worry or an ounce of fear. The only thing I feel is pure, unadulterated, motherfucking need.

I can feel his cock, hard and unforgiving, pressing against the ultra-sensitive skin between my legs, and in a moment of bravery, I reach down and take him into my hands, pumping him slowly.

My eyes are steady on his face so I can take in every reaction, every ripple of muscle in his cheeks and tremble of his lips.

“Christ,” he groans and places his forehead on mine. “You’re killing me.”

“But what a way to go,” I tease.

I part my thighs a little more and guide his tip up just a bit then I gently graze it back and forth over my clit, which is currently swollen and begging for some kind of attention.

“Ohhh,” I sigh out. “Wow.”

I feel him push up, putting more weight on the back of the couch so he can look down at the small connection we have right now.

“Keep doing that,” he commands, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

I use him just as I do my toys. Small circles, then back and forth…repeating over…and over.

I can feel a louder cry bubbling in my throat. “I could come just from this,” I tell him. “I’m going to. I am.” It’s inevitable, a foregone conclusion, just like he said we were.

“Do it. I want to see it. Show me that beautiful face contorting when you come for me.”

I’m well on my way, but then I feel his hand reach down and blend in with his cock head and my slickness…and that’s all it takes.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I scream, louder than I truly intended as one of the most intense orgasms of my life rocks my every vein, my every fiber…my entire being.

I’ve let go of his cock and I’ve brought both of my hands up to my face, covering it out of habit, but he doesn’t let that exist for long.

I’m still trembling in aftershocks when he pulls my arms back down, cock still nestled against my pussy, and places a soft, chaste kiss on my lips.

“That was perfect,” he tells me, before laying another kiss to my mouth. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

I hear the crinkle of the foil packet opening, then wet rubbery sound of the condom slipping on to him, then I feel his hands curling over my knees then gliding to grip the back of each of them.

My legs are bent in his hands and he parts my thighs, exposing me even further to him. He sits back on his heels and drapes my thighs over his.

I’m quaking like a leaf, not with nerves, but because instead of sating the need, my orgasm only fueled this fire deep inside of me.

He leans forward, bracing himself on his hands on either side of my head, on the cushion beneath my head.

“Tell me you want me,” he says, licking his lips. His eyes have darkened to almost black. He looks like a predator, someone I should be trying to avoid, but I want to run right into his arms.

“I want you, Falcon. Please…fuck me.” I reach up and back, wrapping my fingers around his wrists by my head.

“Fucking finally,” I hear him groan, before he shifts his hips and sinks deliciously into my body.

I gasp sharply. It’s painful, but I crave the pain. It quickly starts to bleed into the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever felt, and then when he begins to move…game over.

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