Page 59 of Lessons in Falling
And I knew exactly what the question insinuated, the second I remembered that the condoms were not here with us, but on the other side of that door.The thought almost made me lose my breath.Of course.
Good,she sighed, and there was genuine relief in the sound, and the way she aligned us.I’m on birth control.Can you just fuck me—
I slipped inside her, and it was the easiest thing I’d ever done.Wet, and ready, and perfect.Like she’d been molded specifically for me—or maybe I’d been made just for her.Her words cut off with sounds that, hopefully, were drowned out by the sounds of the shower.A moan that mixed with my own unapologetic groan in the air between us.
Like this?I asked, and she bent over without my instruction, holding onto the shower wall while I tried my best to support her weight with the arm around her waist.The other was still busy with her breasts.
I tested the waters.I needed to, to know how much of this I could take—how to draw it out long enough for both of us to have our fun.So maybe I’d last longer than a pubescent teenager this time around.
Slowly at first, I drew in and out of her.Feeling her walls clench around me, feeling myself twitch inside of her.Knowing every single thing she liked just by the way she arched her back a little further, pulsed around me or the string of little noises and sweet curses escaping her lips.
This, too, was like music to my ears.
I’d adjusted to the feel of her around me, and she must’ve adjusted to my size, too—tauntingly defying my rhythm and rocking against me, burying me inside her to the hilt.Fuck,I ground out between gritted teeth, head thrown back, pace picking up.I don’t think anything feels as good as you, Val.I don’t know if anything ever could.
Her response, as always, was a deep moan.Praise did that,I’d realized—when I’d told her how well she was taking my fingers, how proud I was that she was keeping quiet so well, a few days ago.It made her come apart at the seams, unraveled her from the inside out.It was no different now.
Our eye contact was unexpected.The way she glanced back, across her shoulder, and locked her eyes straight with mine had me stutter in my rhythm, made me twitch inside of her and forced me to stop, just until I knew I wasn’t about to finish this thing early for us.The look she gave me was teasing.
Scoring a goal?she asked, then started moving against me, way before I’d been ready.Somehow, I managed to hold off the inevitable.Doesn’t that feel better than this?
My head shook.Not in a million years.
Winning the championship last year?
I was finding my footing again, matched her rhythm, then sped up.Not even close, sweetheart.
The smile on her lips deepened, from teasing to appreciative.Her head fell back, her moan was drowned out by the water still raining down on us, and my full focus was on her.A world outside of this bathroom—the shower—did not exist.Her ass nestled against my crotch, and she was taking me deeper and better than I thought possible.Shewas better than I thought possible.Everything about her.
Her hands twitched against the tiles, trying to hold onto something and finding no purchase.Her breathinghadbeen uneven, but now it was picking up.Her voice was hoarse, her moans more uncontrolled.And I just needed to see her.
Quickly, without much but that primal need, I turned her, pinned her against the shower wall and angled her just right in my arms.For me to hit new spots inside of her, legs wrappedaround my waist, and for her to finally find something to hold onto; me.
Watching her face contort, a soundless gasp on her lips, eyes closed, that was it for me.I had a minute, tops.One in which I needed to get her there, too.The showerhead was an option.My fingers weren’t, but hers were; she’d used them earlier, so why not—?
There was a knock on the door.
A knock, then another, and an attempt to open the door.Then, probably right out of Valentina’s worst nightmare:Caden?Valentina?Which one of you is in there?Iris.
I froze.Still inside of her, buried to the hilt, unable to move without the possibility of an orgasm that couldn’t be timed worse.The moan on her lips died down to a frustrated groan, hopefully drowned out by the shower.I upped the pressure, just to make it a little louder.Just in case.
We exchanged a single glance, her brown eyes wide—in shock by what could’ve turned into the second discovery today, maybe.Or in desperation to come, and knowing it had been delayed.At least I thought it had.
Me!Valentina shouted before her head snapped back in my direction.She circled her hips as best as she could while still in my arms; slowly, just once—as if she were testing the waters, too.And as if she couldn’t help herself.I was right there,she breathed, more of a frustrated complaint whispered against my lips.You said I should do things for myself, right?Not care about anything else?She was paraphrasing, but I couldn’t find it in me to correct her when she moved again, and her head fell to my shoulder with another sigh.This is what I want.You.Now.
And I was only just a man.Fueled by Valentina Rhodes, naked in my arms, moving on my cock—encouraging me.I shouldn’t.We shouldn’t.
Ah,it came from outside, reminding me once more of the reason.That the way I was slowly dragging in and out of her was a bad idea.But how could it be,really, if it felt this good?Have you seen Caden?Did you guys fight?
I wouldn’t necessarily call this fighting.The way her back arched and she leaned back against the shower wall, lips parted, hips moving against mine.Only when I nudged her, with a smile I couldn’t have possibly hidden, did she remember to reply.
No!But her voice wasn’t carrying the conviction it should have—it had been more of a whimper.An encouraging sound, really.So, I picked up my pace.Why?Valentina added, before her lips parted in a soundless moan again.
There was a thud against the door, and Iris was probably leaning against it now.I think he slept outside?Her tone was a mixture of amusement and actual concern, I think.But I couldn’t be sure; my entire focus was on Valentina.And the little sounds she usually made right before she’d come.My sign to keep it up.
My lips puckered around her nipple, and I could feel it, too.That sense of sweet relief crawling closer.Only that it wasn’t crawling, but sprinting.Fast and selfishly.
Valentina?Who’d been too busy keeping her voice down to remember to answer her best friend outside.You okay?Did you slip and fall in there?Do I need to burst through this door?
