Page 71 of Free Fall

I climbed onto the stage and peered down at him, throwing my arms out wide. “I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He sank into a chair at the front, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the stage. “You got a show in you?” He looked devilish, gazing up at me through his eyelashes, with strands of hair framing his face.

I tilted my head, my pussy squeezing in anticipation. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I seem to recall a flash of that clit piercing bouncing off the strobe lighting last time you were up on those ribbons.”

“You wanna see that? Want me naked up here?” I asked. “But there’s no ribbon yet.” I looked up. It was definitely the right equipment, but with nothing hooked up for now. Excitement rippled through my entire body at all the things I could do here. All I wanted to do. Teach. Show. Learn.

“I’m sure you can improvise,” he said, resting his chin on his hands all innocent like, his lips kicked up in a smirk.

There was a pause while I contemplated it. “Is Franco still here? We aren’t going to traumatize him again?”

Luca laughed. “I’ll text him and tell him to leave. To lock the door on his way out.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “We need to christen this place, after all.”

Thirty Nine

Luca

Isatbackinmy chair like I was king of the fucking castle and watched her peel her clothes from her body, one layer at a time. Her eyes never wavered from mine as she bared herself to me. The dim lights cast her in shadow, but I took all of her in. Observed every inch of this new Zelda, on display for me on a stage as though she was a prize, a statue on a pedestal. This older being who’d grown and birthed a baby, who’d worked hard to raise and support him. I wanted to take some of that burden from her now, share it, and embrace it.

She had faint stretch marks on her thighs and lower stomach, only visible when the light bounced off her body in a certain way. They were silvery trails that highlighted her fierceness, told the world of her motherhood. I wanted to lick them, worship them, bury my head into her soft skin and just fucking live there. I leaned forward at the thought, desperate to be closer. To touch her.

But she moved as I reached for her, swaying her hips as she slipped her hands behind her back to pull her tits free of her sports bra. She flung the stiff fabric at me, black and practical, and laughed when I caught it mid-air. Then she spun around, flashing me her thonged ass, the dark material disappearing between two full cheeks. It was clear she was a performer from the way she strode around the circular stage, loving every second despite the lack of music or crowd. It was just the sounds of her feet, our breathing, the weight of tension forming.

When she turned her head with a smirk, her hair whipping over her shoulder, I gestured for her to come back, to get closer again. “Take them off.” I nodded to her underwear. “Let me see what gem is winking at me through your pretty pussy today.”

She didn’t move any nearer like I’d commanded, but she did roll her thong down her ass cheeks, over her thighs and past her knees, before letting it fall to the floor. She kicked it away, her eyes on mine as she turned to face me as she ran her hand down her stomach. Her fingers dove between the lips of her pussy, and she spread them. A plain barbell presented to me, nestled against her clit. She tilted her head with a small smile and rolled it.

“I was thinking of adding to the jewelry,” she said idly, as she toyed with her piercing.

I was damn near salivating, my eyes glued to what she was doing between her luscious thighs. “Where?” I asked, my voice husky, images running through my mind almost making me nut.

She scrunched up her face, as if lost in thought. “Maybe here?” She ran a finger along the top of her clitoral hood, just above the piercing she already had. “Or here? On my lips?” She inclined her head, considering. “Maybe one on each side?”

“Come here,” I demanded again. “I need a closer view to help you decide.”

She laughed and walked over, her bare feet padding on the black flooring. She looked sexier than ever, not a stitch of clothing, no high heels or scraps of fabric that did a poor job covering her up. This was just her, presented to me in all her gorgeous curves and dips. The perfect show.

“Sit your ass down.” I patted the stage edge in front of me, then sat back to see how gracefully she could manage it. Turns out not very, but it made us both laugh as she shuffled herself into position, crossing her legs and tilting her head.

“What now?” she asked, her tits thrust up when she rested back on her palms, curving her spine to point them even higher. She looked at leisure, watching and waiting without a care.

My hands landed on the tops of her thighs. “Spread.”

She obliged, unfolding herself and slowly, so agonizingly slow, parted her legs for me. Our eyes locked as I grazed my fingers up and down her inner thigh, and I couldn’t stand it. I was going to haunt this woman if she ever left me again.

She cried out when I dove in between her legs and devoured her, licking, sucking, tongue fucking and nibbling at her pussy until she was a writhing mess of sweat, panting and whimpers. Her arms caved, sending her onto her back, but I still didn’t relent. I wanted to be covered in her, walk around with her scent in my fucking beard. We could own each other, live on and in each other.

Her pussy gushed as she drew closer to her orgasm, so I gathered it on my fingers, stretching my hand out to reach into her mouth. As she sucked her taste off my skin, she came with a low moan, rocking her clit over my tongue, pressing in as hard as she could, crying out my name.

With my tongue still on her, I pulled my erection free of my pants, then yanked her, still slack and sated, toward me. She thumped off the stage, her lax body falling to straddle me, thighs on either side of mine, her toes grazing the floor as she slumped and sighed.

We kissed as I lined her up and pushed her down on my cock. I groaned, kissing her hard, swapping her taste between us as I thrusted up into her, letting my piercing drag along her walls. She was too limp to do any of the work, and it reminded me of before, when I’d taken her in her bed, fucked her while she was asleep. This slackness, this comfort as she rocked against me, her head on my shoulder, her breath on my neck. It was more tender than we usually managed. But the softness was important. I was coming to realize that. Not only when we were having sex, but in every aspect of our lives together. A gentle touch could hold just as much power as a rough one.

“I love you, Zel,” I whispered to her. “I have for a long time. You’re not leaving me again.” I kissed her cheek. “I will find you, fuck you, haunt you. You’re mine. I love you.”

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