Page 153 of Built to Fall
Lina easily joins me, straddling my lap and forcing my hands to fall when she runs her hands along the nape of my neck. “Fuck me,” she says in two breathless syllables. “Please.”
“You must really want it if you’re already using manners.” I drink in the sight of her, grabbing her chin to make sure she’s looking at me. “Are you sure?”
She nods, lifting her arms for me to take her crewneck off. “You’ve made it clear you can make me come.”
Of course I oblige, pulling it up over her head. “That was never a concern.”
I just want her to feel good about this, not like it’s something looming over her head.
A grin lifts her lips. “So you might as well do it again.”
I withhold the groan stuck in my throat while she pulls my sweatshirt over my head.
Our lips, hands, and bodies all collide at once, like a storm breaking against the shore. We’re moving against each other like it’s the last moment we have together. I force myself to remember that it’s not.
This is only the beginning of us. And with every ounce of hope I have, there isn’t an end in sight.
“Get a condom,” she tells me when her hands meet my waistband.
Everything she says hammers through me in long breaths. It makes me reach for the nightstand as she pulls my pants and boxers down from where she hovers over my lap.
“Can I put it on?” she asks when I procure the foil packet.
Fucking hell.This girl is going to be the death of me.
Still, I nod, handing it to her while I quickly unclasp her bra, leaving her in only her red thong.
“There,” she says with a tone of completion, but I can hear the arousal coiled in her words, begging to be unwound.
I grip her hips, shifting my weight and flipping us with practiced ease so that she’s now beneath me. Her ragged pull of air slices the silence as her back hits the mattress.
“What’s your next move, pretty girl?” It’s a reiteration of how I only want this if she does, and while I think her sliding a condom over my cock makes it pretty fucking clear, I still want to see where her head’s at.
Her eyes flicker with amusement. She must be thinking the same thing as her eyes land on my dick. “Did the condom not make it obvious enough?”
My fingers thread through the roots of her hair, pulling it enough to tilt her head to the side. We’re both smiling.
“Fuck me,” she breathes, looking straight at me, so sure of herself.
She’s not a virgin, but it’s almost worse that she’s even the slightest bit experienced and still has no idea how good it could be.
Lina must see my hesitation, because the next thing she does is encase my jaw with both hands, kissing me as my hands trail down her stomach.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she warns when she pulls away.
“I’m just making sure you really want to do this.”
“I do.” She pauses for a second before adding, “Just let it be known that I’m not the most flexible person in the world, but as long as you don’t try to fold me in half like I’m some kind of trapeze artist, we should be good.”
My laughter spills out before I can stop it. “Noted.”
Then, with a little less hesitation this time, I guide her thighs apart and settle between them, bending to press a kiss just above her navel.
She arches slightly, her breath hitching as I trail my mouth lower, slow and deliberate. I want to memorize every inch of her, every sound she makes, and every flutter of her pulse beneath my tongue.
Without allowing myself to think too much about it, I slowly sink into her, watching her face to make sure there’s no pinch of pain in her eyes or flicker of doubt in her expression.
Lina keeps her eyes fixated on mine, almost like she’s challenging me to give her something more. As always, the change in pace riles me even more.
