Page 63 of Falling for Red
He bites his lip, his hand squeezing my neck the slightest amount. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Removing his thumb from my clit, he props himself over me and fucks me harder. His thrusts are hard, but slow. He stares deeply into my eyes before squeezing my neck for a moment then releasing it. Propped up on both hands, he thrusts hard and fast, staring down at me, and all I can think about is werewolfromance and imprinting. This is the closest I’ve ever been to feeling like my soul is merging with another.
He smirks. “Sparky, stay in this moment.”
I grab the back of his neck, bringing him down for a kiss and rock my hip to the side. I want to be on top. He picks up my cue, and I roll on top of him, staying inside.
He hums, looking up at me, and his thumb goes back to my clit. “This is how you’re going to come.”
I roll my hips in a circle over and over feeling him in a new way.
Great cock.
Another point for the perfect guy. He thrusts up, and I squeak, not expecting that.
“Lean back,” he commands. “Rest your hands on my thighs.”
I lean back and instinctively close my eyes, giving in to all of the sensations. He slowly thrusts up, and it feels like the toy pulses from earlier. The circles he’s making with his thumb speed up.
I want to come. I want to feel his cock in me as I shatter. I open my eyes, wanting to see him most of all. My orgasm crashes through me, and I flop down on him. He holds me tight as the waves of it run through me. My eyes go wide as I feel his dick throb inside of me. I look up at him from his chest, and he smiles, running his hand through my hair. Wordlessly conveying so much.
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Playing with her hair, I want to spend the rest of my life doing this over and over again. Fuck that was perfect. “Where do you keep your scrunchies?” I ask, nearly recovered.
“The first drawer on the right in my bathroom.”
“What about another condom?”
Her brows knit together. “You don’t have to?—”
“Today. Yes.”
She rolls off my chest and pulls open the drawer of her nightstand. “Here.” She hands me another condom.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, setting the condom on the nightstand. “When I get back, you better be on all fours.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks with a bratty edge in her tone.
I roll on top of her, pinning her arms down. “You can always fuck around and find out.”
She hums, like she’s deciding what she’s going to do. I release her wrists and slide out of bed. Looking over my shoulder, I remind, “All fours.”
In her adjoining bathroom, I roll the condom off and toss it in the trash. Taking a piss, I look up at the ceiling. I hadn’t imagined meeting my wife on the job.
Wife.I’ve never thought about anyone else like that. But it feels right.
Washing my hands, the anticipation of how I’ll find Claire grows. Will she be a brat or not? Either way, we’ll have fun. Opening the scrunchie drawer, it’s nearly overflowing. I finger through and find a patriotic one with stars and stripes. Perfect.
Stepping back into her room, she’s on all fours, and I smile.
“Took you long enough,” she says over her shoulder.
I grumble. “That mouth of yours.” Standing at the side of the bed, I squeeze her ass. “Maybe I should punish it …”
She licks her lips, holding my gaze, and my cock twitches, ready for more.
“Show me what else that mouth is good at.”
