Page 61 of Quietly Falling
I’d fallen asleep with the goofiest smile on my face and woken up the same way. Even now as the sun peeks through the curtains, I still can’t believe how incredible last night was. There’d been no fumbling, no hesitation, andGod,it’d been amazing.
The intensity had been surreal.
Soul shattering.
Life changing.
And that was before I knew it was his first time.
Tears prick the backs of my eyes as it all settles over me. “You all right?” he rasps, his voice heavy with sleep.
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to do much else.
“Why are you upset?” he asks, his face still buried in my hair.
“How do you know I’m upset?”
“Your breathing is off.”
“That’s”—I pause, turning over to face him—“informative.”
Brushing the strands behind my ear, he caresses my cheek, my jaw, and down the column of my throat, his gentleness doing nothing to stop the dam of emotion from breaking.
“Tell me why.”
“I’m just really happy, like the kind I see all around me when I’m working but never quite imagined for myself. And I’m overwhelmed and humbled that you let me be your first, that you trusted me with something you’ve never trusted with anyone else, and I know that sounds a little dramatic but?—”
My rant is cut off when his mouth crashes over mine, hot and possessive as he hooks my knee over his hip, spreading me wide and teasing me with the head of his cock.
“Not dramatic,” he reassures, kissing me harder, teasing me more until I’m gasping for breath and completely out of my mind.
“Bodhi.”
“I feel it too, I just need this…need you.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Who only has one?” Lifting his head up, he looks at me, his eyebrows somewhere in his hairline as he stares at me. “That was rhetorical,” I mumble. “Okay, um…” My brain is foggy as I try to piece a coherent thought together. “I might have one in my bag? Oh! Bathroom. If Roman was going to stay here, there’s definitely some in the bathroom.”
“Don’t move.”
With a gracefulness that’s more than a little impressive, Bodhi untangles himself from me and stalks into the bathroom, emerging moments later with a strip of condoms.Thank the heavens.Ripping one off, he tosses the rest onto the floor, his hands not shaking this time as he rolls it down his length.
He’s honestly magnificent, muscles bunching and flexing as he climbs over me, truly incredible, but I might combust if he doesn’t get inside me.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, dragging the head of his cock through my folds.
“No,” I manage. “I want you to sit against the headboard.”
He does, a smile playing over his lips as I settle over him, my hair an unruly mess and last night’s makeup still on my face. I can only imagine how I look right now, but none of that seems to matter when he’s looking at me like I’m the most gorgeous woman in the world.
I feel sexy.
Empowered.
And I don’t tease either of us as I sink down on him, gasping as he fills me, his hands cupping my breasts as we both moan.
