Page 54 of The Way We Fell

“You want me to fuck you like this?” I take my time, still reeling from my orgasm, as I push a single finger through her folds. Desire rushes warmly through my veins as her walls flutter around my finger, and she throws her head back, exhaling loudly.

“It’s a start,” she says, and I begin to move my hand, adding a second finger, and she whimpers.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck, Jay,yes.”

“Can you take more, Princess?” I settle over her thighs, my eyes flitting from her face to her pussy, fascinated by the sight of my fingers disappearing inside her. I’ve never given a shit about my fingers inside a woman before but right now it feels like the fate of the whole world rests on me pleasuring her just right with my hand.

“Fuck,more,please,” she begs, and I pull two fingers out and push three in. She cries out, rocking her hips, and the sight of her pussy swallowing my fingers has the base of my spine tingling. My vision clouds at the edges as she rides my hand, and I need—

“Fuck, Jay, I need you,” she cries. “I need you inside me, fuck, please.”

I pull my fingers free, and she cries out again. I grab a condom from the drawer beside the bed and roll it on roughly, covering the rubber with her juices from my fingers, and then cover her body with mine, lining up and pushing home with one long thrust.

Holy fucking hell.

If I’d known how fucking good her pussy felt around my dick, I’d have been inside her hours ago. Her ankles lock behind my hips, resting just above my arse, pulling me closer, deeper, as she cries out and I settle my hips against hers.

“Fuck,fuck, you’re so fucking big,fuck,you feel amazing, holy shit, you fill me so well, you feel so fucking good,” she rambles in one long exhale, rocking her hips up to meet mine.

Words like that will do wonders for a man’s ego. I begin to move, keeping a steady pace at first, but fuck, she’s so hot and soft and wet around me and the way she fits me like a fucking glove, I can’t stand it. Before I even know what I’m doing I’m pounding into her relentlessly, grunting like a caveman, one hand palming one of her tits and the other wrapped around her throat. Her eyes lock with mine, lust-blown pupils making them appear almost entirely black, and she nods almost imperceptibly. It’s all I need. I tighten my grip just slightly, applying gentle pressure, angling her face up with my thumb on her chin to kiss her hard.

I can’t get enough of her. Her tits, her pussy, her fucking mouth. She pushes her tongue past my lips and teeth and into my mouth, sweeping and exploring and rubbing our tongues together and I crash my hips into hers. I can still taste her, and I can taste myself in her mouth, and the combination sends me headlong into a spiral I know I’ll never recover from.

“Fuck,Jay,” she exclaims breathlessly as she tears her mouth from mine.“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

God, I fucking love the sound of my name on her lips.

“Do it,” I say. I beg. “Come for me, Princess.”

She thrusts her hips up to mine again. I lose track of the entire world around us as she tightens around me, short fingernails clawing at my shoulders and ankles pressing my hips against hers. And then I’m coming too with a yell, my entire body stiffening and then quaking over hers.

I’ve never come twice in such a short amount of time before. I’ve never come so hard I’ve seen stars. I’ve never felt such an overwhelmingneedto hold a woman safe and tender in my arms after sex.

But fuck, my little sister’s best friend might just be the one to change everything. I kiss her face again, a kiss on her hairline, over both closed eyelids, both cheekbones, the tip of her nose. A soft, closed-mouth kiss to her lips. As our bodies begin to relax, I roll us both to the side and just hold her, never quite pulling free from her folds. I need to get rid of this condom, but I don’t want to lose this closeness. She shuffles closer and the movement has me slipping free from her pussy, but she snuggles into my arms and buries her face in my chest.

I reach down and pull the condom off my softening dick, tying it off and tossing it on the floor beside the bed. Future me can deal with it later. Right now, there’s nothing in the world I’d rather do than hold Katy in my arms.

“Katy Keller,” I whisper into her hair. “The girl who changed everything.”

Chapter twenty-six

Jay

Ilieawake,fightingsleep. An angel lies beside me, golden hair chasing her across the pillow. Even in sleep, her lips curve into a peaceful smile. She’s beautiful. I ghost a fingertip over her full cheekbones—not enough to disturb her, but enough to commit everything about this moment to memory. If this is all I get with Katy Keller, I want to remember it forever.

My dick has certainly been keenly aware of Katy for some time now, but now I know he can finish the job—and fuck, I want to do it again, and again. To hear those whimpers, to see the flush on her skin, the lust-blown pupils, the kiss-swollen lips. To see the ecstasy on her face when she falls apart for me, screaming my name.

My mind is racing with a million thoughts. All the reasons why this is a bad idea. All the reasons I should’ve stopped this before it began. All the reasons I should run now. There may only be eight years between us, but the differences in the lives we’ve lived make those eight years feel like a lifetime. And then I look down at her face: still and peaceful in sleep, unworried by the stresses of the world, and those thoughts fly out of the window.

Because this woman—this beautiful, smart, sexy, sunshine of a woman—believed in me enough to stay. She stayed even when I pushed her away. She stayed when I fell apart. And she stayed long after she picked up the pieces and put me back together. And with every brunch, every touch, every smile, I fell closer and closer to something that could be love. Something my bones are begging for me to call love.

And yet, the doubts still swirl in my mind. The nagging worry of burdening her with my issues. The fear of falling asleep beside her, of waking her with the flashbacks and terrors that still plague me on a near-nightly basis. The worry of what she’ll see when she looks at me, drenched in sweat and hunched over the bathroom sink, desperate to catch my breath and hold onto my stomach contents.

I snatch my phone from the bedside table, lowering the screen brightness and angling it away from her face to protect her from the glare.

Jay

can I ask you a personal question

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