Page 58 of Quietly Falling
“What?” he repeats, almost dazed as he pulls his shirt off and throws it next to mine.
“You wanted to tell me something,” I murmur against his lips as I press my tits against his bare chest. His hands immediately going to my ass, he pulls us down the hall to the bedroom, the sheets still a tangled mess from this morning.
“I forgot.”
“You sure?” I tease as he rips open my jeans, his palms sliding under my panties to grip my backside.
“Yes. God dammit, how do you always smell so good?”
He kisses down my throat as he undresses me, his mouth hot and teasing as he moves over my skin, my nails digging into his shoulders as he leans down to lap at my nipple with his tongue.
I moan, not even caring how loud I’m being because it feelsthatgood.
“Bodhi.” I squirm against him, needing and wanting more as he guides me back onto the bed, his body braced over mine.
“Are you sure?” The words are barely a whisper as he looks at me with a reverence that steals my breath—like he thinks I’m precious and he’s not sure he should be allowed to touch.
“Exceptionally,” I tell him, guiding his hand between my breasts and down my stomach, not stopping until his fingertips are soaked with my arousal.
He groans, stroking and teasing me, his thumb circling my clit as I writhe beneath him.
“Look at you,” he praises, the words making me buck my hips against his hand as I reach up to pinch my nipples, needing so much more with how worked up he’s made me. “You like that?”
“So much.”
“I want you to play with your tits while you ride me,” he murmurs, his fingers thrusting and curling inside me until I’m gasping and so close to coming I can barely breathe. “Will you do that for me?”
“Yes!” I scream as the visual pushes me over the edge, my back bowing off the bed, the pleasure so intense I’m whimpering and shaking by the time he pulls his hand from me.
“I love watching you get off.”
“I love you getting me off,” I pant and he chuckles, his lips hovering over mine when all I want is for him to devour me. “Please.”
“I like that too,” he says, licking into my mouth and pressing me into the mattress. The denim of his jeans is rough against my sensitive skin, the sensation driving me crazy as I touch every available inch of him.
Breaking the kiss, I gasp, his lips falling to my throat as he palms my breast and I whine, “It’s too much,please. I need you inside me. I need it so bad.”
His breath is hot against my skin as he pulls back and eases off the bed. He’s beautiful, his muscles rippling and flexing as he shucks his jeans and boxers, his hands trembling the slightest bit as he rolls down the condom.
My mouth is watering just looking at him, his eyes absolutely blazing as he crawls onto the bed next to me and rolls me on top of him.
He swallows hard, his swollen lips parting as his hands grip my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
“Ride me, Ella; show me what heaven feels like.”
Reverence.
Adoration.
Desire.
The words have my breath leaving my lungs on a gasp as I sink down onto him, swiveling my hips as I adjust to him before pulling up and then sliding down again, taking more of him until he’s groaning and panting and I’ve taken all of him inside me.
“Baby, you gotta move,fuck.”
“Like this?” I purr, dragging up before impaling myself on his length. When he doesn’t answer, I do it again.
And again.
