Page 65 of Catch My Fall
My lips dust over the soft skin of her stomach, pressing delicate kisses there as I lie between her legs, getting gradually lower as I go.
I can’t get enough of her and I can’t seem to bring myself from touching her.
She’s addictive.
I’m not going to deny the fact that I love this woman. I’ve loved her since the first time I laid eyes on her, but my love for her has only grown stronger. But tonight…
Tonight was indescribable.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful than when Sierra let go, when she gave herself to me, trusted me wholly with her body.
I’ve never loved her so much, and I’ve never been prouder of her.
When she walked into my bedroom, the last thing I ever expected her to do was shimmy out of her robe, leaving her in the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen. The delicate blood red lace barely covered her, it was just enough to tease the treasures that lay beneath the skimpy fabric and had me foaming at the mouth for a taste.
“What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me it was your birthday?” she asks, her voice bringing me back to the present. Her fingers brush through my hair, the feel of her fingernails grazing my scalp sending tingles down my spine.
I look up to find her peering down at me curiously, those beautiful hazel eyes finding me through the dimly lit room. I’ve known she’s wanted to ask me more about it since Ray brought it up earlier today, but she’s been otherwise distracted.
After our first time, I carried her to the bathroom, taking time to wash every part of her before making her come again on my mouth as she braced herself above me against the tiled shower wall. I then carried her back to bed, where I’m making it my mission to cover every inch of her body with kisses, paying extra attention to her scars.
I want to replace their hurtful touches with gentle kisses, erasing her memories of them from her body so that I’m the only one she feels.
“I haven’t had anybody to celebrate my birthday with in a long time, so I didn’t see the point,” I reply.
She glances over to the clock on the bedside table. “But I’m here. To celebrate with, I mean.”
I move up her body, bracing myself on my forearms above her as I bring my mouth down over hers.
She rolls me onto my back and follows me over so that she’s straddling my hips, my cock resting against her ass.
She presses a kiss to my neck. “And there’s still eighteen minutes left of your birthday.”
The playful edge in her voice makes me smirk. “What do you have in mind, princess?”
She shoots me a coy smile. “I have a few ideas.”
“Someone’s getting braver.” My chest fills with pride, watching how her confidence has grown and knowing I’m the one who had a role in that.
Shuffling down my body, she dots kisses down my sternum, over my stomach and lower…
She grips my cock, gently stroking from root to tip. Her soft, hesitant touch sends shivers down my spine, but it’s not enough.
“You can squeeze me harder, baby. I won’t break.”
Her grip tightens and I hiss.
Fuck, her hand feels incredible.
It doesn’t take long until the tip of my cock beads with pre-cum, the sensation of a hand other than my own stroking my cock is too much to handle.
She dips down and swipes her tongue through my slit, gathering the moisture that leaks there.
“Fuck, Sierra,” I groan. “Don’t tease me, princess. You want my cock, you take it. It’s yours.”
Yep, I’m officially pussy-whipped, and no, I’m not ashamed of the fact. She could lead me by the dick just about anywhere and I’d gladly follow like a puppy following its master—or mistress.
“You don’t have to do this, princess,” I remind her. The memory of the photo we were sent with her being forced to do this flashes in my mind.