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I’m struck by how long and dark his lashes are as he gazes down at me.“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell him.“Can’t believe you’re mine.”
Okay, that…that was about a thousand times more vulnerable than I like to be.More vulnerable than “I love you,” maybe.
It’s like climbing to the highest peak of a roller coaster.My heart pounds and my body buzzes as pleasure coils inside me.Fallon’s picked up his speed, thrusting more erratically now, with a force that’s almost painful.Then the absolute sweetest moment happens when he takes my cock in his hand and starts stroking me.
I stroke my hands over his arms, his back.“Baby, you’re making me feel so good.”
I’m nearly there when he stops.He stops thrusting; he stops stroking.While I’m gasping and sputtering and asking him what the hell is wrong, he reaches forward and uses two lubed fingers to pinch my nipples again.
“I wish I had clamps right now.”He seems almost sad.
“Next time,” I gasp.“Next time you fuck me, whenever that is.I’ll get you all the clamps you want if you will let me come right now.”
“Not so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh?”
Oh fuck, did I do this to him?“I’m a horrible human being.”
With a low, dark laugh, he gives my nipple another squeeze before he finally, finally, finally slides out of me and back in again.
“That nipple’s going to be deformed by the time you get done with it,” I grumble.
Another laugh.“If it is, then you’ll be able to look in the mirror and think about what I did to you.What nobody other than me has ever done to you.Just like when I look in the mirror to enjoy the handprints you leave on my ass.”
“Oh fuck.”It’s the most articulate I can be when he’s thrusting hard, fucking me again, but somewhere in the back of my mind I remember again that I didn’t tell him I love him yet.I need to.I need to.He needs to know that there’s nothing he can do to me to stop the way I feel about him and that I’d trust him with literally anything.I’d let him deform my nipples, bite them, chew them, and cut them the fuck off if that was what he needed.
It’s not healthy, but I don’t even care.This is a side of myself that I never would have met without Fallon.I don’t want to discover it with anyone else.
“Forget what I said before,” I tell him.“Tear my ass up.Just let me fucking come.”
I pry open my eyelids—I didn’t realize I had closed them—and there he is hovering above me, looking smug and determined.His chest heaves with his heavy breaths, and his fingers dig deeper into my thighs as he holds my legs up and fucks me harder than I thought possible.
There will be bruises there tomorrow.
Good.
My orgasm erupts in a mix of shouting and writhing, my ass somehow forcing itself onto his dick harder in desperation to wring out every drop.I wrap my hand around the one he’s got on my dick.Together we stroke until it’s sensitive, until the pain starts, and we don’t stop until I’m sure there’s absolutely nothing left to wring out of me.
When Fallon unloads inside of me, the force almost hurts.But it’s a good hurt.
He collapses on top of me, and for a while we’re both silent.Both breathing heavily but in sync with each other as he slowly slides out of me.
“That was amazing,” he whispers.He glances up at me, looking a little unsure.“Did you like that?”
“I fucking loved that.”I run my hands through his hair.“I fucking love you, baby.”
His cheeks go red.“You’re high on orgasm endorphins.”
“I am.And I love you, orgasms or no orgasms.I’ve been wanting to say it for a while, but it never felt like quite the right time.The truth is, I don’t think I’d survive if I lost you now.”
“PJ.”There’s a lot of weight and worry in the way Fallon says my name.The way he shakes his head.
It’s okay.We’ll get there.
I shift slightly on the bed and suddenly realize how sore I am.“Oh, shit.Think I’m going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow.That was good, though.”
“I’ve never done that before.”He sounds almost amazed.“I’ve been curious for a while if I might be a switch, but…”
Marina hadn’t wanted to, I assume.Everything he’s told me about her suggests she wasn’t a woman who ever wanted to submit.I probably wouldn’t want to either, if it was with anybody but him.
