Page 58 of A Dark Fall
I turn around to face him, kissing him hard. It’s quick after that, desperate and rough, as he pulls my dress off my shoulders and down. It gets kicked away when his arms wrap around me, and I move him back to the bed. My hands fist roughly in his hair as the need to consume him overcomes me, fierce and loud. He doesn’t seem to mind, making a delicious growling noise and falling back onto the mattress, taking me with him.
“Fuck ...” he breathes as I begin to kiss down his body, one thing only in my mind now.
I want to taste him.
He looks dazed as I stand, pushing his legs apart to lower myself between them. I run my hands up his thighs, which are thick and hot under my fingers. He sits up on his elbows, making the muscles in his stomach flex. He looks utterly enthralled.
God, something flares in me then. I want this to be the best he’s ever had. My overachieving brain kicks into action suddenly.
Holding onto that thought, I shift forward on my knees and bring my mouth to where it needs to be. I lick my tongue gently over the tip first, tasting the salty bitterness that sits there already, circling the head softly, teasingly.
“Fuck, baby ...” he groans, head falling back to expose his throat.
I run my lips down one side, following it up with my tongue, before closing my mouth over him to take him in deep.
His intake of breath is loud and sharp, the noise he makes deliciously filthy—a deep, low groan that makes me tremble. His fists grip the sheets as I begin to move, sucking harder as I reach the head before sliding my tongue across the slit. His stomach tenses, clenching tight as he arches up off the bed, his thighs opening wider. Oh, I like him like this.
When I slide my mouth off to catch my breath, replacing it with my hand, he lifts his head and gives me a look filled with such desire it takes my breath away. He reaches forward and slides his hand into my hair then smooths a thumb over my lips, tugging me forward again needily. When I close my mouth over him, he falls back onto the bed and begins arching his hips upward into my mouth. It doesn’t take long before I feel him curse loudly, his hand tangling in my hair.
“Alex, baby, I’m going to come. You need to stop ...”
Stop? I ignore that and instead swipe my tongue over the top before drawing him as deep into my throat as I can. He curses again before his whole body stills, a thick, wet warmth flooding into my mouth. When he finally comes to a slow stop, I slide my mouth off gently before planting a small, soft kiss on the end.
He’s still breathing fast when I lie next to him on the bed, though he opens his eyes and turns to gaze at me. He looks blissed-out and relaxed, and it makes his eyes shine beautifully. God, he’s so bloody gorgeous. Almost ridiculously so.
“Well, that was fucking amazing.” He leans over to kiss me, licking his tongue purposefully into my mouth to taste himself.
“An improvement on my previous bedside manner, I hope?” I laugh at the cheesiness of the joke.
He laughs too, but then he goes still, staring at me intently.
“What?” I ask.
He blinks, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he says, leaning over to kiss me deeply again. He kisses a path down my jaw to my neck, breathing deeply as he settles his mouth over the crook of my shoulder. “I love how you smell here,” he whispers.
“It’s Chanel,” I whisper.
“It’s Alex.”He makes a playful little noise and then he’s moving his mouth down to stop at the cup of my bra. He tugs it gently with his teeth.
“So, you can’t stop thinking about me?” I say, gazing down at him. It’s light, but I’m curious. Curious to know what this is, what it could be, where it’s going.
He looks up, eyes heated. “You’re pretty fucking addictive.”
My breath hitches. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” He places a kiss between my breasts and flicks his eyes up to me. “I like thinking about you.”
Inwardly, I swoon. He really does have a way with words. And I hate that I seem to be falling for them.I never have to try this hard to get girls.Instead of dwelling on that, I lie back and enjoy the feel of his mouth as it works its way across my bra then back up to my neck.
“You know what I like better than thinking about you?”
“Mmm?” I ask, eyes closed.
“Being with you,” he says, and then his mouth is on mine again, deep and hungry. When he pulls away, I feel him shift, holding himself up on his elbows so he’s looking down into my eyes. “I never actually thought this would happen, you know? Not really.”
“Never thoughtwhatwould happen?”
His eyes are fixed on me, but they’re distant too as though he’s miles away, holding onto some memory. “Us,” he says.