Page 44 of Trusting the Fall

My body hums with urgent need.

I pull out of her and rip off the condom. Keeping one hand working the vibrator in and out of her pussy, I start jerking myself off with the other.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight.

“Holy fuck!” she cries as she throws her head back.

Her neck is bared to me, making me want to sink my teeth in and mark her. Raw possession riots through my veins.

“Watch, baby.” Her amber eyes are dazed when they come back to me then shoot down to watch as I continue to stroke my cock.

“Fuck.” Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a light sheen to her forehead as she pants over the word.

I can feel her legs shaking where I’m bracketed within her hips.

“Tell me, Bombshell. Tell me when you need my cum so I can show you what you do to me.”

“Now. Show me now.”

I pull the vibrator out, tossing it aside, then I fill her wet pussy with my fingers. She grips me, welcomes me, the second I’m in deep.

The cries she unleashes fill the room and force my own orgasm to hit me with unrelenting speed, painting my cum right over her clit and stomach.

I let my fingers slow as she comes down, unable to pull my eyes from where I’ve claimed her. It makes me want to stuff her full with my cock and brand her from the inside, too. Overwhelming need has me running my fingers through the mess on her stomach, embedding my cum on her skin.

“Why was that so fucking hot?” she pants.

I chuckle, then wander into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.

I clean off her stomach and around the piercing where my cum clings to the ring. I blow out a breath that threatens to choke me, because yeah, that was fucking hot. Every time with this woman is like no other.

Whenever I’m with her, I feel torn, wanting to stay in the moments where I’m buried deep inside her, high on desire or in the afterglow. The quiet, whispered moments where we melt into submission.

I throw the cloth back into the bathroom and join her on the bed, crawling up along her side. I tuck her into me and watch as her eyes stay closed while she brings her breathing back under control. I can see her pulse still thrumming hard in her neck. I lick at the spot before guiding her mouth to mine. She hums against my lips, then meets my tongue with languid strokes.

She rolls into me. Our naked bodies stretch out, side by side, and I get lost in the warm intimacy of our exploring hands and ravenous lips as we dote upon one another. The way I connect with this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Yet, she continues to keep us at a surface level.

I still don’t even know her fucking name, and it’s bugging me. Every time I ask, she just tells me,I’m your Bombshell.

There’s no way she’ll want to end this anytime soon. I can’t be the only one losing my mind with this connection between us. I’m sure of it. I just need to be a little more patient.

It’s just after four by the time I’ve dragged another few orgasms out of her, followed by a ‘lock the door behind you’ mumbled into her pillow, and I quietly dress and watch her in contented slumber.

I sneak into the kitchen and make sure the coffee machine has a full tank of water before grabbing the strongest caffeine pod from the stand and popping it into the dispenser. Quietly, I pluck a mug from the overhead cupboard and place it under the filter.

When I leave, I grimace at the dent in the wall behind the front door. I’ll have to fix that next time I’m over.

As I quietly flip the lock on the door and pull it behind me, I’m greeted by the roll and roar of the waves in the background. The air is calm in the early morning light, just shifting the sky from navy to a mix of deep purples and corals.

My emotions seem to match the surrounding space. My body is calm, my heart peaceful after spending a night getting lost in that beautiful woman, but my mind is like a moving sea, to-ing and fro-ing, stuck between the casual path she offers me and my need for more.

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Subject: Re: MAJOR CRISIS

Thanks for the colourful description, Claire.