Page 69 of Volt
Fallon looks into my eyes, and I see the vulnerability in her. She’s trusting me. She’s opened the door a crack for us to pick up where we left off, and she’s counting on me not to let her down. I can feel it. See it. And I silently vow to myself to earn her trust once more. I lean down and kiss her again, seeming to be sealing the pact between us.
As our kiss grows in intensity, I feel myself swelling. Fallon presses her body to mine, grinding herself against my thickening length. She raises her arms, allowing me to take her T-shirt off. I toss it to the floor and quickly unhook her bra. Fallon lets out a gasp as I lean down and take her breasts into my hands. I gently knead them as I circle my tongue around one of her stiff nipples. I lick and suck on it as she rakes her fingers through my hair.
My arousal is off the charts already as our mouths crash together once more. Our tongues dance together, and our movements become more frantic. Fallon is gripping my cock through my jeans, squeezing and rubbing it. We pull and grab at each other’s clothing with a sense of desperation. It’s as if we urgently need this positive affirmation of our love.
I fall to my knees before her and slide my hands up her thighs. Her body tenses as I slip them beneath the hem of her skirt and grip her panties. Her dark eyes glitter with her desire as I slide her panties down her legs. She kicks them off for me, and I lean forward, picking up one of her legs and rest it on my shoulder. The moment my tongue touches her clit, Fallon throws her head back and cries out.
I grip her ass, kneading the flesh as I lick and suck at her hot, wet core. I part her velvety soft lips with my tongue and plunge it as deep as I can, savoring her sweet nectar. Gripping her ass tighter, I pull her down harder onto my face, lapping furiously at her, unable to get enough of her. I feel her juices running down my chin as I stroke her clit with my tongue. She trembles wildly and grips my hair, yanking hard on it as she cries out. With my tongue deep inside of her, Fallon cums, grinding herself on my face.
Slowly, her orgasm ebbs and she looks down at me with a wavering smile on her full lips. I stand up, and she pulls me down into a fiery kiss that sends waves of pleasure washing through me. Fallon quickly unbuttons my jeans and reaches inside, gripping my cock and squeezing it tightly in her fist. A soft groan passes my lips as she starts to stroke me. I close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations that are coursing through me. The feeling of her delicate fingers wrapped around my staff, pumping furiously, sends my arousal through the roof.
“I need to be inside of you,” I groan. “Right fucking now.”
I pick her up as if she weighs nothing at all and set her down on the stool behind her. Our eyes are locked together, and as I step forward, I push her skirt up. Fallon parts her thighs for me, and I kiss her as I nestle the tip of my cock between her wet, swollen lips. I swallow the moan that burst from her when I thrust myself deep into her. I push myself forward, piercing her molten core until I’m fully sheathed within her. Fallon looks up at me, an expression of pure rapture on her face.
Slowly, I start to roll my hips, reveling in the feeling of my cock slipping along her moistened inner walls. Fallon reaches up and grips my shoulders, digging her nails into me as I start to pump my cock into her harder and faster. I slide my hands down and grab hold of her ass, pulling her toward me as my arousal reaches a fever pitch. I start slamming myself into her with a wild abandon.
Our cries of ecstasy mingle and echo around her apartment as I thrust myself into her again and again, savoring the feel of being inside of her. I press my forehead to hers, looking into her eyes as I fuck her. Fallon bites her bottom lip, a muffled cry bursting from her throat as I hit that spot deep within her. She kisses me then slides her tongue down my neck before giving me a firm bite. She’s dripping wet and the sound of my cock sliding into her is an erotic symphony in my ears that excites me, pushing me toward that brink.
Fallon slides her hands down and grips my ass, pulling me toward her, desperately trying to take me even deeper into her. I tighten my grip on her ass and give her what she wants, driving myself into her as deep as I can go and as hard as she can take it. She throws her head back, a scream of pure bliss bursting from her throat.
I feel myself rushing toward the precipice and know if I don’t stop, I’m going to cum. But not wanting this to be over, I step back and pull myself out of her. She gasps and looks at me with a hunger in her eyes. I laugh softly and wipe my face as I try to catch my breath. Fallon hops down from the stool and drops down to her knees. Before I even register what’s happening, she has me in her mouth. She grips the base of my staff and takes me deep into her mouth, sending tendrils of electricity crawling across my body.
She works her hand and mouth up and down on me with zeal, her moans of pleasure rumbling along my length that set my every nerve ending on fire. I grip her hair, pulling it tight as I move my hips, driving myself into her mouth. It all feels so good that I’m trembling wildly and I can’t control myself. Fallon squeezes my shaft hard and tightens her lips around me as I fuck her mouth and call out her name.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I feel myself teetering on that razor’s edge. “Oh fuck.”
I quickly step back, pulling my dick out of her mouth. She looks at me with an expression of vague disappointment on her face. But I pull her to her feet and kiss her fiercely. Our tongues dash together, and I run my hands all over her firm body, unable to get enough of it. I grip her hair and yank her head back, planting a line of kisses down her neck before I nip at her ear, drawing a soft groan from her.
But then she looks me in the eye. “I really need you to fuck me now.”
“Happily.”
I turn her around and bend her over the stool. She grips the wooden seat as I push her skirt up then step behind her. I run the head of my cock along her lips, making her shiver. And then I push myself into her from behind. Fallon groans as I impale her, sliding my cock deep into her tight, wet hole. And when I’m buried to the hilt within her, she pushes herself back onto me, taking me even deeper.
I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head back again as I start to pump my cock into her. Our bodies are moving in a sinuous rhythm as I pound myself into her and she pushes herself back to meet my thrusts. Our cries blend with each other, mixing with the steadyslap-slap-slapof our bodies crashing together, creating a sensual music that fills me with a sense of hunger I’ve never known before.
Fallon’s body grows taut, and I feel her gripping me with her inner muscles. She lets out a long shuddering cry as she cums. With one hand on her hip and the other still gripping her hair, I hold her in place as I slide my cock into her as deep as I can. She writhes wildly, but I hold her fast. I can feel her pulsing around my cock and that does it for me. I call out her name as I explode, bursting deep inside of her and filling her with my warm, wet spunk.
We remain in that position for long moments as we ride out the currents of pleasure together. I close my eyes and savor every moment of it. But eventually, the ecstasy fades—though the memory of it still makes my body tingle. Fallon stands and turns to me. She takes my hand and leads me back through her apartment, pushing past the sheer curtains, and we both collapse onto her bed. She lays with her head on my chest and traces circles on my stomach with the tip of her finger.
Fallon and I lay together, reveling in the afterglow. Cherishing the sense of comfort and closeness we draw from each other. I know there’s still a lot of work to do. Great sex isn’t going to repair every bridge that was damaged between us. But I’m hoping against all hope that she will learn to accept me as I am—warts and all.
In the meantime, I want to spend as many moments as possible like this one—a moment in which we both feel content. A moment in which we feel like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. I can’t speak for Fallon, but that’s exactly how I feel right now.
Like I found the missing piece that makes me whole.
Chapter Thirty-One
Fallon
“Do you regret this?” he asks.
“Of course not,” I reply. “I really did mean it when I said I love you.”
He nods, and I can’t help but see a flicker of relief cross his face. I look at his silhouette in the gloom and feel my heart swell. The feelings I have for him are pure. But they’re confounding to me at the same time. I’m scared of them. I’m scared of him. And I’m scared for him.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
