Page 62 of Catch My Fall
My hand finds the back of his neck as my tongue slips inside his mouth. Arousal heats my belly as he lets me control the kiss, taking it at my own pace.
“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, Alec. I trust you.” I seal my words with another kiss. I need him to know just how much I want this, how much I’ve always wanted this with him.
He breaks the kiss and slowly lowers himself to his kneel at my feet, his face directly in front of my lace-covered pussy.
“When did you buy these?” he asks softly, gazing up at me from where he’s kneeling, toying with the waistband of my panties.
“Why? Recognise them?” A smile tugs at my mouth. “That day in the store when I teased you about the lingerie set you were admiring. When you weren’t looking, I bought them. It was an impulse purchase, but all I can remember thinking was how there was only one man I’d ever want to see me wearing them.”
Heat flares in his eyes as his finger dips inside the waistband. “And what a vision you are wearing them, but I want them off. I want to taste you.”
My gasp comes out shaky, and Alec makes no move to remove my panties until I nod, giving him the go ahead. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and drags them down to the floor.
His hands skim up the back of my legs as his mouth finds my scar. He kisses the raised pink strip of skin there. He doesn’t think it’s hideous. To him, I’m beautiful, scars and all, and warmth settles the nerves swimming in my belly.
Lifting a leg and draping it over his shoulder, he dots kisses from the inside of my ankle all the way up to the apex of my thighs that I’m sure is soaked, the ache there building the closer his mouth gets to where I want him.
“Has anyone ate your pussy before?” he rasps.
His words have liquid heat coursing through me as I shake my head and I’m sure I catch a ghost of a smirk as he dives face first into my pussy. The move knocks me off balance and I grip his head to keep myself upright.
His tongue licks through the seam of my lips, parting me. The feeling is so foreign but so fucking good I could scream. He circles my clit, each flick of his tongue, each nip of his teeth has my pussy clenching, pleasure coursing through my core like lightning.
One of his hands squeezes my ass as a finger dips between my legs from behind, grazing through the wetness I know is building there.
While his mouth works my clit, his finger dips inside me, the combination of them both has me crying out in pleasure.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I don’t ever want it to end.
His mouth keeps up his beautiful assault on my clit, his finger sliding in and out of me with ease and soon enough, I go off like a bomb. My orgasm tears through me, my cries ripping up my throat as he lets me ride through my high against his mouth. My knees threaten to buckle but the hand on my thigh steadies me as I start to come down, my breaths coming in laboured pants.
He kisses his way up my body as he rises to his feet before claiming my mouth. I can taste my release on his lips, and I love it.
“I want you, Alec. Please.”
He cups my face, his eyes boring into mine. “Are you sure? I don’t want you rushing into this if you’re not ready.”
“I am ready. You’re what I want. I want you to erase them, all of them from my mind and my body. Make me yours and only yours.”
He bends to lift me and carries me to the bed, laying me down as his mouth finds mine again, but the second my eyes close, the feeling of his weight bearing down on me, my entire body locks up.
Alec pulls back, alarm in his gaze as he watches the tears leak from the corner of my eyes. “Princess?”
“When they took me, I… I was a virgin.” That last part comes out as a whisper.
His eyes widen. “Oh my God, Sierra…” He rests his forehead on mine and sighs. “We don’t have to do this, not tonight.”
He goes to climb off me but I grip the back of his neck, holding him to me. “I’ve never been with a man that I wanted before. I always figured I’d wait until I found the right man. I wanted that man to be you.” His features soften at my admission. “All I’ve known of sex is fear and violence and pain. Show me how it’s supposed to be, Alec. Show me how good it can feel.”
He looks torn, so I press my lips to his to show him I mean every word and something inside him snaps. He rolls us over until I’m straddling his waist, his hardness digging into my ass beneath his underwear. “If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, you tell me, okay?”
I nod. “I understand.”
“Good girl, now go into the top draw of the dresser and choose a tie.”