Page 63 of He Falls First

Hendrix lifts me up and drops me on the bed. My body sinks into the mattress as if it’s made of clouds. And oh, sweet mother of marshmallows, I almost forgot this bed is insanely comfortable. Egyptian cotton sheets caress my skin, and a plush duvet envelops me in cozy warmth. I could stay here forever.

Especially when Hendrix appears above me, gazing down with a smoldering intensity that makes my heart pound. His broad shoulders block out everything else, and I stare into the depths of his emerald eyes as he slides his hands under my dress, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

“You look ravishing,” he rasps.

A blush creeps over my cheeks at the raw desire in his voice. I bite my lip, watching as his eyes trace the movement.

“And you look...” I trail off, searching for the right word. Devastatingly handsome? Heart-stoppingly sexy? “Tasty.”

The word slips out before I can stop it, but the way his eyes darken makes me glad I said it.

“Do I now?” One corner of his mouth quirks up. “Care to have a taste?”

My breath hitches at the images swirling through my mind. Yes, I want to run my tongue over every inch of his body, discovering all the different flavors and textures. Coffee from his morning cup, mint from the toothpaste, and something darker, richer, all Hendrix.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I purr, reaching up to fist my hands in his shirt and yank him down to me.

Our lips collide in a searing kiss that makes me moan into his mouth. Hendrix kisses like it’s the only thing sustaining him, passionate and demanding, yet tender, all at once. I cling to him as I kiss him back.

We break apart, panting for air. I stare up at him, eyes half-lidded and pulse racing.

“Too many clothes,” Hendrix growls.

I giggle, because maybe this is what he means when he says he wants to be his whole, authentic self with me. No more pretense, no extra words. Just getting right down to exactly what he means. What he wants.

And what he wants is me.

I don’t get a chance to reply before he’s tugging my dress up and over my head, leaving me in only my bra and panties. His gaze rakes over my body, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Gorgeous,” he says.

Heat floods my cheeks. I whimper in response, craving more of his touch.

Hendrix obliges, trailing kisses down to my breasts. He snaps my bra off and lavishes attention on one nipple and then the other, licking and sucking until they’re stiff peaks. I fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me as pleasure suffuses my body in warm waves.

When I reach for the buttons of his shirt, I guess I don’t do it fast enough, because Hendrix swats my hands away to efficiently remove his shirt and pants.

I’ve seen him before, but still, I let out a small gasp at the sight of him naked—all hard muscle and tanned skin, tattoos accentuating the lines of his body. For once I feel like I can really drink him all in, like he’s giving himself all to me. My attention goes southward, to the impressive, veiny arousal straining between his thighs. Arousal pulses between my own legs in response.

Hendrix prowls up my body to capture my mouth again.

“You’re mine now, Elizabeth.” His hand slides under my panties, fingers seeking and finding my slick entrance. “And I’m going to take you apart, put you back together, and do it all over again.”

My Hendrix can be a man of little words in social situations, but I’m so glad he’s finding his voice now.

A strangled moan escapes me as Hendrix’s fingers plunge deep. Sparks of pleasure radiate outward from the spot, intensifying with each thrust. I’m already trembling, heat coiling tight within me.

Hendrix pulls back to gaze down at me, eyes dark with lust and possession. “Come for me, Elizabeth.”

The coil snaps at his command and I cry out, back arching as waves of ecstasy crash over me. Hendrix works me through the aftershocks, watching in satisfaction. He watches me with hot, hungry eyes, fingers still moving to draw out my climax.

“So gorgeous when you come,” he rasps. “I could watch you all night.”

He slides his fingers free and I whimper at the loss of sensation, but then he’s urging my panties down my legs. He kneels between my thighs, arousal in hand.

“Ready for me?”

I nod eagerly, beyond words. Hendrix grins and guides his cock to my entrance, pushing in with one hard thrust. A strangled moan escapes me at the feeling of being filled, stretched to accommodate his size.

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