Page 63 of Accidentally Falling
“I beg to differ.”
“Just make me come.”
She’s desperate, and something inside me snaps.
Growling, I don’t tease her; she’s too wound up.
And exactly where I want her.
Thrashing.
Moaning.
Chasing her release to the very end.
With a sound that’s almost a sob, her orgasm detonates, her body convulsing as she lets go—lets me take control.
I love her like this—uninhibited and pliable, her thighs tightening around me, holding me in place.
But we’re not done yet.
Because I need this too.
I need the connection in a way I can’t explain, one that terrifies me and gives me hope in equal measure.
Extracting myself from between Arden’s legs, I crawl over her before dropping onto the bed next to her and rolling onto my back. She’s exquisite, her skin soft and her belly round, and I can’t get enough.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, her lips curving up on one side as she inhales and exhales through her mouth.
“I can’t help it,” I admit softly.
Arden turns her head to stare at me for only a moment before pushing up on her elbow and leaning over to kiss me. It’s slow and sensual, the frenzy of earlier long gone as she licks into my mouth, taking control as she hooks her leg over my lap.
Nestling my dick between her thighs, she slides back and forth over my erection, her pussy slick from coming all over my face.
I groan, cupping her breasts as she presses the head of my cock against her opening, easing herself down at a pace that’s maddening and perfect all at the same time. Just like I knew what she needed before, she knows what I need now.
Every touch and caress seems to reaffirm that this thing between us is real—the version of us that’s separate from the baby, the one not struggling with any outside influences.
Just us.
It’s what I tell myself as she rides me, my hands gripping her hips as her tits sway. It’s the mantra in my head when she picks up the pace, impaling herself on my dick, as she watches me fight to hold on a little longer.
But I’m at her mercy, shattering as her pussy flutters around me, squeezing and pulsing until I’m thrusting up into her, gritting my teeth as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
The best.
Because it’s her.
34
JUDE
The sky is dark, the clouds promising rain as I head into the bar. My body aches, the weather an unfortunate reminder of how things didn’t heal quite right all those years ago. Physical therapy is helping but it’ll take time and work, and that does nothing to help my mood right now. It’s days like these that I can’t hide my limp, and I’ll have to suffer with the lingering glances and unasked questions out of sympathy and grotesque intrigue.
I shouldn’t be used to it but I am.
Or I was.
