Page 61 of Feels Like Falling
“Yes,” I rasp, the concession stealing what little breath I have from my lungs.
“I’m safe,” she murmurs, pressing her covered tits against my chest, reassuring me with the statement and her body.
“Me too,” I grunt as my hand moves to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place as I let go of every last reservation I’ve ever had about crossing this line.
It’s intoxicating—feeling how taut her body is strung just waiting for me to give in to her, to give in to this glorious unknown that’s always been between us. The one that we’ve waded in just far enough to taste but never enough to indulge.
Her body molds to mine as I guide her head down to meet my lips. Her fingers flex against my bare chest, and I know she wants to sink her nails into my skin—to feel grounded in my body as she comes apart.
“Do you want it as badly as I do?”
“Yes,” I whisper against her lips as I pull her down the rest of the way until her mouth is hovering above mine. She doesn’t fight my grasp and I know right now, in the darkness, she’ll surrender to me—to everything I want and everything I have to give.
My tongue licks along her lower lip, and she trembles as a little gasp escapes her. “Max.”
The plea in her voice slices through the last of my restraint as I crush my mouth to hers. Ellison moans, the sound reverberating between us as I slide my tongue into her mouth and roll her underneath me.
The movement traps my arm against the mattress, making me pull back long enough to unhook her bra and toss it across the room before covering her body with mine again.
There’s no talking this time.
No smart-ass remarks or sassy comments or digs intended to rile me up beyond all reason.
Her breasts are full and round as they press against my chest, her nipples hard and aching for me as I rock my hips against her lace-covered pussy. She moans and I swallow the sound, her leg hooking over mine as she searches desperately for a way to be closer.
I love this side of her, and I hate how long it’s been since she’s been so exposed to me, both body and heart. There’s no pretense here, just desire for all the things we haven’t said aloud.
Pushing up, I dip my fingers below the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs, throwing them onto the floor before discarding my boxer briefs. I have to stop myself from reaching for a condom. It shouldn’t be this big of a deal but it is because it’sher.I can’t stop thinking about the way she so freely asked for what she wants, not only inviting me into her body but trusting me as I hover over her gorgeous body once again.
God damn, it’s been so long.
So fucking long since I had her last.
Since I had her likethis.
I want to slam into her and I want to make love to her and I want to taste every inch of her twice over before I let myself come.
I want so much more than just tonight.
As if sensing my inner musings, Ellison’s slender fingers weave through my hair, gripping the strands as she pulls my face to her for a bruising kiss. I follow her lead, teasing her entrance only long enough to coat my dick with her wetness before rocking inside her.
She holds me tighter and kisses me harder with each thrust until she’s pulled me down on top of her, my body covering every inch of hers.
“Ellison,” I manage to rasp out as her mouth moves across my jaw to nip at the tendon in my neck. I don’t know what this is—this desperation pouring off her in spades as we climb higher and higher toward the inevitable pleasure we’re chasing.
I push her harder into the mattress, caging her in and pinning her down until she’s writhing and moaning and clawing at my back.
“Please.”
She begs me over and over to let her come, my body in complete agreement, sweat coating my brow as I rock and swivel my hips.
I’m torturing us both and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s to remind her who she belongs to even though we’ve never spoken the words out loud. Maybe I should have because there’ll be a cold day in hell before she’s anything but mine after tonight.
Hell, since she came back to Blackstone Falls. She gave us a second chance when we’d never even had a first.
Grunts and pants fill the air, my entire being content to consume her in this moment. But when Ellison’s hands move to grip my ass, her nails digging into my flesh, I snap. I piston into her, the bed scraping against the floor as she forces me hard—deeper—inside her hot, wet heat.
She comes first on a silent scream, her head thrown back as she clenches around me—wave after wave of her release strangling my dick until I’m coming too. I bury my face in her neck, sinking my teeth into her shoulder, and ride out the most incredible orgasm of my life.
