Page 56 of Catch My Fall
I squeeze her hips. “I’m not gonna fuck you, princess, but I’ll gladly make you come so hard you see stars.”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes flaring with desire and I get the go ahead when she slams her mouth back down onto mine, and that’s the only green light I need.
I get her to turn around so her back is to my front and she settles against me, her legs dangling either side of mine, her head against my chest.
I trail kisses down her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin below her ear as I toy with the waistband of her jeans.
“You’re so beautiful, Sierra,” I whisper, my lips brushing her earlobe and she shivers. “I don’t think you realise it, but it’s true.”
“Maybe once, not anymore.”
“Why? Because of your scars? Because of this?” I trace the scar from her hysterectomy with my finger, and I feel her body stiffen. “They’re nothing to be ashamed of, princess. They’re battle scars that prove how strong you are.”
“They’re repulsive.”
“No. Nothing about you could ever be that.” I tilt her chin so she’s facing me and seal my lips over hers.
My tongue slides past her lips, the kiss igniting an inferno in my heart as she whimpers into my mouth. It’s a kiss I feel everywhere, a feeling that goes bone-deep, so strong I feel it in my knees.
“I’m going to touch you, is that alright?” I ask, breaking our kiss.
She nods and I dot kisses down her neck and shoulder as I undo the button and pull down the zipper.
I slip my fingers into her panties, feeling the short tuft of hair there as I slip my hand in further. As soon as I graze her clit, she shudders, her head tipping back against my shoulder as a moan escapes her lips.
“You like that, princess?” I rasp.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
I rub circles over her clit with the pad of my finger, feeling her grow wetter with every second before pinching it, and she cries out.
Her hand reaches back and locks at the back of my neck as she turns her face to me and brings my head down enough for my lips to meet hers.
She begins rocking herself against me, grinding her clit against the heel of my hand as I slip a finger inside her. She’s warm and wet as I move in and out of her tight channel, curling my finger against the spot I know will have her coming undone soon.
“You’re such a good girl, princess,” I praise, my voice a whisper at her ear, feeling her walls contract around my finger at my words. “Let me take care of you…”
She’s panting now, her movements getting faster and becoming desperate as she searches for release.
I add another finger into her pussy and the sounds she’s making shoot straight to my aching dick that I’m sure is weeping in my boxers, but this moment isn’t about me. It’s about her.
It will always be about her.
“Is this what you did last night? Were your fingers buried in this pussy while you thought of me?”
She nods and my dick jumps.
“Good, because you know what? I thought of nothing else but you when I fucked my hand in the room next door.”
“Oh God… Alec, I’m gonna come,” she moans.
I keep up my pace, and a few more strokes of my fingers have her gushing over my hand, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vice.
“Fuck, Alec!” she cries as her orgasm crashes over her.
She tries to squeeze her thighs together, but I hold them open, letting her ride out her high on my fingers as I press kisses over her face, tracing my lips over the scar on her face as her head drops to my chest.
I pull my hand out of her panties, and I can’t help but bring my glistening fingers that are still wet with her juices into my mouth, sucking the sweet taste of her release off of them.