Page 71 of Falcon

“Where did you come from?” he asks.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I tell him.

He kisses along my neck before he leans back, eyes wide in shock.

“What?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”

“We didn’t use a condom. Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have got swept away… I…”

I stop his train of thought with a firm kiss on the lips before pulling back.

“Are you clean?” I ask him point blank.

“Yes. I always use one and we have to get tested all the time for fights. Blood and all, ya know?”

“I’m clean and I’m on birth control.” I slide my hands through his wet hair. “So relax. I liked it better anyway.” I smile.

“You are…wow. You’re incredible.”

He rests his forehead on mine until his cock is soft enough to slide naturally from my body. We don’t want to separate, so we don’t, not until nature does that for us.

We take a bit of time to wash each other, using our hands, of course, because I can’t stop touching him, he’s addicting, and when we finish, we get out and fall into bed together.

I honestly expect him to make another move, considering I’m all warm, pliant, and naked, but he doesn’t.

He just pulls me into his chest, tucks an arm around me, and kisses the top of my head.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, and my chest tightens.

This just feels so right.

Everything feels so right with him.

But then that dark, gross pit bubbles in my stomach when I remember he’s leaving soon, and this, whatever this is, can’t last.

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