Page 70 of The Way We Fell

“Good girl,” I say, pulling myself up the mattress and settling beneath her. “Hold onto the headboard.”

She grabs the leather, whimpering as I nip the inside of her thigh.Fuck, she’s dripping. I brush my lips over her sex once, twice, three times, and she trembles, bucking her hips against the sensation.

“Such a good girl for me,” I murmur against her, and a long keening moan leaves her lips. “Such a good fucking girl. Ride my face like a filthy little slut, Princess.”

I dip my tongue inside, gripping her thighs for stability. I need her to anchor me. I’m on a precipice, hanging off the edge of the ridge, and every single taste has my fingertips slipping further and further. I spear my tongue in and out, alternating between her entrance and her clit. She’s cool water on a hot afternoon, that first sip of beer after a hard day’s work. She’s the rain after a drought. She’s the best meal I’ve ever tasted, she’s hot and sweet around my tongue. I’ve always been a coconut kind of guy, but Katy Keller might just be my new favourite flavour.

She rocks her hips against my face and I moan against her. Fuck, she’s riding my face like she can’t get enough.Ican’t get enough. She tastes fucking incredible, and the sounds she’s making are driving me insane. My dick is rock hard and leaking, aching with the need for release. Katy is bouncing on my face, crying out with every roll of her hips, and I can’t take any more. I’m about to blow.

My hips rock of their own accord, and warmth floods my body, starting in the base of my spine and spreading out. My fingers tighten on Katy’s hips and thighs, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and it only spurs me on further. Marking her, claiming her. Making her mine. My balls tingle and tighten, drawing up into my body. I’m about to burst out of my own skin.

I tug her clit between my teeth and nip lightly, before sucking hard, and she grips the headboard and screams my name.

“HolyfuckJaysweetjesusfuck!”

I come in hot spurts on my belly, my breath coming fast and heavy against Katy’s sex as she collapses over me.

Holy fuck, indeed. Katy rolls off me, falling against my side.

“Did you—”

“Yeah, Princess,” I say bashfully. “You don’t even have to touch me and I’m losing my fucking mind for you.”

Her eyes are closed, a blissful smile dancing across her lips—and after a moment, that pretty smile lifts into a wicked smirk as her eyes flutter open to meet mine.

“I hope you’re not done, because I still have plans for you tonight.” Katy runs her fingertips down my torso, gently roaming over each rib before swiping through the sticky mess on my stomach. She brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean, and then she leans in to kiss me, moaning as her lips meet mine. My filthy princess loves to taste herself, kissing me after I’ve eaten her cunt.

I break the kiss when the need for oxygen becomes too great.

“If you have plans for me, I’m gonna need to eat something first. As delicious as you are, Princess…”

Katy smirks, rolling onto her back and flinging her arms out to her sides.

“Fine, I guess we’ll probably need the calories.” She lifts her head with a wicked grin before swinging her legs off the side of the bed and heading for the bathroom. I clean myself quickly with a handful of tissues from my bedside table while she does her business, before meeting her at the bathroom door.

“What do you want? I have some lasagne in the fridge, or we could order something. Pizza, again? Chinese? There’s that new burrito place?”

She pushes onto her toes and presses her lips against mine in a chaste kiss.

“Is it just burritos? Or do they do tacos, too?”

“Menu’s in the drawer next to the sink. I’ll be out in a minute.” I kiss her once more before ducking into the bathroom, where I pee and clean up properly.

I had my first nightmare in a long time last week, and the first one with Katy lying beside me. Before that, they only seemed to happen when I slept alone. It feels like tempting fate to bring the thought to the fore, but the dream, and the aftermath, weren’t nearly as intense. It felt easier to recover from it, and that, too, is something I’ve worked on extensively with Guy.

I take a minute to study myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. My skin has lost the sickly pallor it had a month or two ago; instead, the ever-present golden tan seems to glow as my eyes shine with something suspiciously like happiness. I know some of it is my own doing—running again, regaining my physical strength, the work I’m doing with Guy to repair my mental strength, too—but I’d be a fool to believe that Katy isn’t responsible for a large part of it, as well.

I smile at my reflection before turning and exiting the room, flicking off the light on my way.

I find Katy wearing one of my threadbare battalion T-shirts, sat up on the kitchen counter beside the sink with one bare leg crossed over the other. She has the takeout menu in one hand and her phone in the other, entirely lost to whatever thoughts are in her head as she studies the two intently. I stand in front of her for several seconds before she looks up, her face breaking into a heart-stopping grin when she sees me.

“They do tacos!” She holds out the menu and I take it, scanning it quickly. I make my choice easily, spotting the quesadilla section of the menu right at the bottom. I love how much Katy and her friends love Mexican food, but with the exception of a quesadilla and a good plate of nachos, it’s never my first choice. I knock Katy’s legs with my fingertips and she uncrosses them, swinging her feet as I step between her knees.

“Order some nachos, too,” I say, leaning in to kiss her mouth. She smiles against my lips, and that might be one of the greatest feelings. She kisses me one more time before pushing me away with a gentle hand on my chest.

“Nachos,andchips with guac and salsa,” she declares, showing me the extensive order on her phone screen and dramatically jabbing a finger against theplace orderbutton. “It’ll be here in thirty minutes.”

“Perfect.” I hold out a hand and help her jump down from the counter. When she sits up there, we’re almost eye-to-eye, and I forget about the thirteen-inch height difference that usually has her staring directly into my chest. But as her bare feet slap against the tile of my kitchen floor, I’m once again looking directly over the top of her head. She’s the perfect height for me to tuck her against my chest, to dip my head and press a gentle kiss into her blonde waves. The way Katy makes me want to be a better man is something I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about lately, but the way she makes me determined to be everything she deserves—that’s something that slams into my chest like a ton of bricks, and I tighten my hold on her, inhaling deeply and savouring the scent of her fruity shampoo as my lips continue to press kisses into her hair.

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