Page 55 of Rise & Fall
“You’re doing good, DJ. I’m going to kiss you now.” My whole heart hammers in my chest when he says this, and I don’t need to give him permission. He knows he can do whatever he wants to me in this moment. I’m a fucking puddle for this man.
I wait for what feels like minutes for him to lean in, searching for the moment I can feel his body heat pull close. And when I finally do, I tense. He’s so close and every part of my body is on fire.
Finally, his mouth reaches mine, his lips are warm as he presses them into mine. He’s not touching me anywhere—I can feel that he’s got his hands placed on the edge of the basket on either side of me—but it feels like he is with the way he kisses me. I join him, but I keep hold of his waist as he swipes his tongue across my own. I let out a whimper because I feel it everywhere. Even the slight shift of the hot air balloon makes me a little wetter.
Suddenly, Nolan takes my hand from his hip and drags it down. I know what he’s doing and my mouth practically waters at the idea that I might actually feel him. And then I do, the moment my hands land on his erection makes me moan. He’s so fucking hard.
“This is what you’re doing to me, baby girl. And I’ve barely touched you. I can only imagine what you must feel like.” I squeeze him in my hand a little, really hating that he’s got pants on right now.
I can’t help but pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Maybe you should check that for me,” I tease. I feel like I’m swimming in my own pleasure right now, the way it feels between my legs. I’m sure my thong is soaked.
“I’m going to touch you now,” he whispers in my ear, the warmth of him crawling from my neck to the butterflies in my stomach. And I’m afraid that if he doesn’t actually touch me, I’ll fucking explode.
He gathers my dress again, but this time he bunches it and puts it in my hands. “Hold this, please,” he says and I grab the material holding it up toward my chest. And though I know that the wind is blowing slightly, I don’t feel it anymore. All I feel is heat. Especially when I feel the weight of him shift my way, his body crowding mine. But I can’t move back anymore without tipping over the edge.
He leans back down into my neck and kisses me right on the top of my shoulder, then moves closer to the front of my throat and kisses me there too. His hand is on my waist but slowly, painstakingly, he moves it closer to where I need him.
He teases the top of my panty line, his fingers tracing the hem of my thong. He leaves another kiss but this time on my collarbone, right when he dips his fingers in.
I gasp, loving the way this all feels. I feel like I could come right now and he hasn’t even put his fingers where I feel it the most.
But then he does.
And oh my God does it feel so fucking good to have his hand on my pussy. He lets his finger dip in between my lips and he swipes over my clit for a second, sending everything coursing inside of me like a wildfire. My knees almost give out but he catches me with his other hand, gripping the back of my neck.
“Oh God.” I let out behind the most deconstructed whimper I can muster.
“You are so fucking wet, baby girl.” His mouth is still at my ear, his whispers seem louder than they are, and they affect the shit out of me, sending even more electricity down to my spine.
My heart is pounding in my chest, I hear that too.
I can also hear how wet I am as he swipes his finger at my entrance. My nipples are so hard, it hurts. And I need him inside me.
“Nolan, please,” I beg. And his laugh against my neck annoys me because I must look like a ridiculous, greedy mess, blindfolded while begging for him to finger me.
“You want me on my knees, don’t you?” He grazes the lobe of my ear with his lips, pressing a little harder into my pussy, his palm on my clit and his fingers teasing my entrance still.
“If only you could see how fucking pretty you look right now. And you’re so wet, DJ. Do I do this to you?” He presses a finger inside, not all the way, but just enough for me to buckle. My moan is louder than I intend it to be, but it feels so good.
“Yes, Nolan, I’m so wet for you,” I admit to him. But it’s not an admission either of us really needed to hear, but it adds to the tension he’s building up inside of me.
Suddenly, his hand is gone, and I nearly whine at the loss. But his weight shifts a bit and I can feel that he’s lowering himself to his knees. He peels my panties off, slowly helping me remove one leg at a time. God, I wish I could watch this. I wish I could see his face as he strips me of the barrier keeping his mouth from my pussy, the moment he realizes that I really am sopping wet for him. I wish I could see the moment he—
“Fuck.” I gasp as I feel his tongue lick the inside of my thigh, right at the apex. I obviously didn’t see it coming, so it feels that much more intense.
“Open up for me, baby girl.” Butterflies attack my belly as I spread my legs a little wider for him, and then he lifts me by the back of my knees, throwing my legs over his shoulder.
I panic a little, knowing that I need to grip the edge of the basket to hang on. But I don’t have time to settle in as he starts eating me out like a man starved.
“Nolan.” I want to pull his head further into me, but I know I can’t let go without losing balance.
His tongue moves flawlessly through the seam of my pussy, from my entrance to my clit and I shake with every movement. He’s grabbing my ass tightly as I squeeze my legs around his head. But it’s too much, my arms are already getting tired.
“I don’t think—”
And before I can finish my sentence, he lowers me down to the bottom of the basket, knowing exactly what I needed and allowing me to lean my back against the side, no longer needing to hold myself up. But he never leaves between my legs.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says between licks. I wish I could see him eating me. But now that I have my arms back, I waste no time reaching out for him until I feel his hair and I dig my fingers in to grip and pull him closer to me.