Page 87 of Worth the Fall

“Stop stalling,” she said as she greedily tried to move me inside.

When the tip of my dick hit the warmth of her, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing all the way in. She gasped with the action, and I felt her holding her breath.

“Breathe, baby,” I said, and she inhaled long and slow.

I started pushing in and pulling out, trying my best to keep some semblance of control when I knew that I was barely hanging on. She was so wet and tight and felt so much better than my hand. Every time I drove myself inside of her, I thought it would be the last. Each thrust of my dick caused her to make a sound of approval that was so fucking hot that I sworethatwould be the thing that did me in. And when her body moved with mine, her hips rolling and inching upward to help me reach places unknown, I felt myself about to break.

“Baby,” I ground out, my control waning.

“Come in me,” she begged, her hands reaching for my lower back and gripping me tight.

I did as she’d commanded, my dick exploding so hard that I saw stars like some sort of cartoon character. Coming down from the high of my orgasm, I thrust a few more times before rolling off of her and collapsing, my world still spinning.

“That,” I said between labored breaths, “was fucking perfection.”

“Your dick is magic. I want it all the time,” she said as she reached for it, and I twitched under her touch, still sensitive.

“Give me twenty minutes, baby, and I’m all yours,” I said with a grin.

DON’T WAKE ME UP

BROOKLYN

If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.Ever.I was so deliciously sore. My muscles ached in places I hadn’t even known could hurt. My body had been worshipped to the point of exhaustion. I’d been licked and nipped and sucked and touched all over. I’d had no idea that sex could be like that. Or that I could feel so beautiful while having it. Thomas made everything feel like a brand-new experience. I was in awe and never wanted him to stop.

Had we even slept for more than two hours at a time? I didn’t even know. Hell, I didn’t even care as long as we got to do it some more.

I shifted on the bed, moving Thomas’s arm from over me without trying to wake him up. But when I turned to face him, I saw his blue eyes already open, staring at me with a little grin on his face.

“You’re up?”

“I’m not sure I slept,” he admitted as his hand ran through the strands of my hair. “I think a part of me thought that you might disappear if I did.”

Swoon. This man is a real-life dreamboat.

“Do we have to go to work?” I asked.