Page 68 of Falling Slowly
“Tell me what you want,” he panted, speaking so close to my mouth I felt his hot breath on every word.
“I want you inside me. But I’m stuck.”
He grabbed my hips and lifted me a couple of inches. “Bring up your knees.”
I fought out of the leggings still hanging off my ankles and shuffled up, wedging my knees on either side of his hips, creating a bit of space between us. The relief! I could move, even if my knees were squished between the taut fabric and Charlie’s hips.
“Much better.” I reached between us and gave him another stroke, enjoying the way he grunted, his hands tightening around the back of my thighs.
“Stop! Unless you want me to come all over your hands.”
“Did you say you had a condom?”
“Jeans back pocket.”
I snuck my hand underneath him, locating the jeans crumpled under his thighs, this time successfully fishing the condom out of his back pocket. How did condoms even work? I hadn’t done this in ages.
Before I could further embarrass myself, Charlie took it off me. I couldn’t see anything but heard the wrapper ripping and I helped him roll it down his length.
I lifted my hips and lowered myself onto him. I had to advance slowly, inch by inch, until my lower belly connected with his. We held for a moment, waiting for the hammock to stop rocking. I felt as stretched and tight as the fabric holding us, every breath releasing a flurry of tingles. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be full. Perfectly invaded.
The hammock’s bounce turned into a gentle sway, and I rocked against him, enjoying the waves of sensation. “Is this okay for you?” I asked.
He must have been uncomfortable, trapped under my weight, unable to move.
“I’m trying to… last,” he bit out between short gasps, his hands heavy on my hips, steadying me. “I want this to be good for you. Not just good, but?—”
“Shush.” I traced my finger across his face in the dark and found his lips. “We’re stuffed inside a hammock, Charlie. It’s a miracle to even get off.”
“Not for me. Not with you.”
“Do you really think I’m sexy?” I couldn’t stop the question from slipping out.
“Is that your one honest question?”
“Fine. But you must be brutally honest.”
He sunk his fingers into my hair and pulled my face to his, hungrily kissing my mouth, then my neck, my ear, the tip of my nose. Mouth again. His voice was low and breathless. “Bess. I’m constantly turned on around you. It’s embarrassing. I fantasizeabout you. I imagine you naked. Sometimes, I don’t hear a word you say, I just stare at your mouth.”
“At work?” I forced myself to stop moving. My entire body pulsed from desperate anticipation, waiting to unravel. But I needed to hear this.
“At work,” he rasped. “I think about kissing you, bending you over my desk, seeing that perfect ass…” He pulled me closer to whisper into my ear. “Am I embarrassing you?” I heard the smile in his gravelly voice.
“I just never thought.”
“I try to be professional. You don’t dip your pen in the company ink.”
I rocked against him, sparkles erupting behind my eyelids. “The ink will never come off your pen now.” I’d have laughed if I hadn’t been so ridiculously aroused. We held still for a moment. I felt him pulse inside me. He was close, but so was I.
His voice brimmed with emotion. “I’d rather have you. The company can go fuck itself.”
Something wobbly moved about my chest, but I could barely process his words anymore. I needed to move. My breath hitched at the intense pleasure radiating through my core. So hot. So perfect.
The pressure built up, taking me higher and higher. A moan erupted from my mouth, louder than I’d ever been in any bedroom. I didn’t care who heard us. I wanted to match the sounds of the bugling elk.
I had no routine, but my body took over, remembering everything I’d forced myself to forget.
The hammock swayed. I felt the increasing tightness in my core with no room for anything else. Anyone else. I didn’t even have to move. The pressure alone took me over the edge. I shook uncontrollably against him, coming apart, coming down so slowly I felt like I was skydiving, never to reach the ground. Ifelt the pulse of his release inside me, his fingers digging into my buttocks, claiming me again and again.
