Page 65 of Falling

“I have since you heard me a couple nights ago.” I lead her hips, rocking her back and forth. “At first it felt wrong to do that when you were…heartbroken in the other room.”

“I’m not heartbroken, Callum. Can’t you feel this? I’m so far from heartbroken.”

“I definitely feel this.” I press into her harder, starting a slow, steady build.

Her rhythm matches mine and I have to fight so hard to make this last.

“After nearly losing my shit when you cut my hair,” I say between thrusts, “I realized it’d keep backfiring on me…if I didn’t…”

“So…it was self-preservation?” she asks, her breathing becoming shallow, her chest rising and falling faster.

“Something like that.”

She leans in and kisses me softly before giggling.

“What?”

“I really didn’t expect you to be chatty during sex,” she says, putting her hands in my hair and tugging. “I freaking love it.”

“With you, I finally have something to say.”

Her eyes get glassy again and she gasps when I pick up the pace and rock into her so deep it makes us both tremble. For a few minutes, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and moans, and the sounds of her taking me in.

I’ve never heard anything better.

When I hit a particularly great spot, her head falls back and I kiss her neck, sweet and salty now with our increasingly frantic pace.

“Ilovefirst position,” she gasps when I lift her and slam her back down, over and over again. “And-how-you-make-me-feel-every-thing,” she chants with each plunge over me. “Mmm, oh—Callum…”

I feel it before she cries out, the way she grips me tighter and tighter, her inner walls determined to wring every ounce of pleasure out of both of us. My whole body is in a state ofeuphoria, an indescribable rush taking over as we shudder, my lips finding hers as we crash together.

When we’ve caught our breath, we stare at each other. Her expression is shy and sweet, excitement firing off behind those eyes.

I’ve never met another person like her.

“You still okay?” I ask.

“I’m so good.” She sighs. “Thank you,” she whispers against my lips, giving me a soft kiss. “I finally get what the hype about sex is.”

It doesn’t surprise me that Junior had no clue about how to make her feel good. Just more to dislike about the arrogant bastard.

But I can’t say I mind her looking at me like I’ve just blown her mind.

She sure as hell has blown mine.

“So, what is your type?” she asks.

She’s on top of me now, her hips circling over me, her tits hypnotizing me with their tantalizing sway.

“My type?”

“Yeah…I’m trying to imagine what kind of woman has been here. Scarlett talked like youneverhave women around, but that’s hard to imagine.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now? I must not be doing this right.”

She laughs and her pussy squeezes me. I suck in a breath and she grins, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

“You’re doing this so right that I never want it to end,” she says.

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