Page 20 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
“I haven’t yet, but I’m hoping you’re about to rectify that.”
“I love you so fucking much.”
“Get over here and show me.”
Without taking his eyes off me, he lifted the strap of his laptop case from across his chest and over his head, letting it drop to the floor. His phone followed. He kicked off his shoes at the same time as he pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering to undo his buttons. His belt and trousers were next, then his socks, and finally, his tight black boxers.
I took another sip from my drink and watched as he stalked towards me.
He took the glass from my hand and drained the contents before placing it on the table next to my phone. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me around his body so I was straddling him, and he was seated deep inside me.
There was no messing.
No words.
No foreplay.
I was impaled.
I wasn’t sure who groaned the loudest, but mine was cut short when he forced my lips down on his.
His tongue invaded my mouth. His scent invaded my senses. His dick invaded my body, and I welcomed each and every intrusion.
I raked my fingers through his hair, needing him closer to me. My body heated at the scrape of his stubble against my face, and I almost combusted as my nipples brushed across his naked chest.
“Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. My pretty girl. Oh, how I’ve missed you. My heart’s been hurting so bad, so fucking bad, baby.”
He licked from the dip at the base of my throat all the way to my mouth.
“I thought you were mad at me. You were ignoring my calls.”
“I’ve been on a plane.”
“My heart’s been breaking.”
“I’m here to fix it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I think my dicks broke, too. Can you fix that?”
“Absolutely. With these shoes on, I can conquere the world.”
“Fucking oath you can.”
I arched my back, offering my boobs up to him, and he squeezed them together, licking and sucking at them both like a man possessed. My knees were gripping his hips on the edge of the bed, and I raised myself on them slightly before lowering back down and grinding against him.
His hands were everywhere—my hair, my hips, on my either side of my face. He kissed, licked, sucked, and tasted me. It felt as if he had only just started to touch me, and I was already primed to explode.
“I’m gonna come.” I panted.
“Yes. Come, baby, please. Let me feel ya squeeze around me.”
As the first jerks and shudders took a hold, I felt him let go inside me.
“Sarah. Sarah. Sarah.” Was all I could hear. Over and over again, he chanted my name.
