Page 52 of When I Fall In Love

“Oh. What’s wrong with coming like that?”

In one smooth move I have her flipped on her back and tower over her. “The first time I come with you, I’m going to be inside you.” For a moment we stare at each other, our gazes intense with wild longing.

“What are you waiting for then?” she breathes and reaches for the box of a hundred condoms on my nightstand. “Supersize. Way to go.”

“I’m no longer on a budget.”

We both break out chuckling and I let her do the honors. Her hands on me are like hot promises, every touch a whisper of the ultimate power she holds over me. My girl—this woman—I can’t let go of her again. I swallow the thought away as she eases onto her back and for a moment I just stare at her beautiful body, stroking down her thighs, pressing them wider, taking in her sex which is wet and so ready for me. Up to the plane of her stomach and her breasts, nipples still puckered, to the smooth column of her neck and her gorgeous mouth that I hope to still fuck properly once we’ve worked our way through a couple of rounds of good old vanilla.

Say what you will in favor of other flavors, face to face, gazing into her eyes, nestled between her hips, trapped by her legs is the only way I want to do this right now. I trace a hand down her inner thigh and circle my thumb over her mound with just enough pressure to make her moan. My fingers slide down, over her sex, caressing her clit in a slow circle, dipping below to feel how ready she is for me. She meets me halfway, lifting her hips into my hand. I continue in a slow rhythm as I lean over her, putting all my weight on one hand next to her head. Her gaze glazes over as I look at her, watching how her arousal builds, almost ready to spike.

With a soft inhale she reaches for my face and pulls me down for a kiss. “Fuck me already, Hunter, I need you so much,” she whispers against my mouth, her body quivering as I pull my hand away.

I reach for my cock and press into her entrance, just the tip, intentionally slowly so I can relish teasing her as much as she did when she teased me with her mouth. The agony of anticipation plays over her features and soon I can’t hold back anymore and drive in deeper, harder, until I’m all in, her muscles clutching so tight around me I can barely hold still.

With most of my weight still on my arms, I rock into her, staring into her eyes, reading her every emotion in them as I feel her swelling around my cock, her need building to match mine. I slow down and she exhales as I hold still. “I’m so fucking close,” I murmur, dropping my head and breathing deep to get a grip.

I want to have us on the edge like this for hours, but this need for her has been my silent companion for years. I physically can’t hold back anymore.

Her hand on my chest pulls me back to her and this time, she circles her arms around my neck and pulls me close, forcing me to put my weight on her.

I stare into her eyes then, her chest heaving against mine. “I’m going to come whether you keep going on not,” she whispers, her eyes bright with pending release.

“Yeah?” I pull out and push back into her with slow, torturous intent.

“Oh yeah.” She bites her lip, sucks at it, her eyelids barely open as I do it again.

I cup her cheek with my palm as I drive into her body. “Look at me, Bee,” I whisper, my own release a matter of seconds away.

She opens her eyes and I can’t hold back anymore. I fuck her hard with a quick succession of thrusts, driving us both over the brink.

Her legs are trembling, and I lean on one elbow to shift my weight and hug her tight to my body. Fuck. She’s still shattering around my cock, milking every last drop from me. Sweat glistens on our bodies and a heated blush spreads over her cheeks. There’s no doubt that she’s warmed up now.

I smile between kisses on her ear, her temple, her cheek, and she turns to meet my lips.

“Best orgasm ever,” she manages between two kisses. “Where have you been, Hunter Logan?”

“Right here.” Waiting. Literally waiting like an idiot and I didn’t even realize it. A stupid fucking shackled idiot.

Her fingers tangle into my hair and I fall to my side as I hold on to her hip. I’m not ready to let go yet. I’m not sure I’m ever going to be ready to let go of her.

“Stay right where you are,” I say as I turn away to deal with the condom.

“I don’t plan to go anywhere soon,” she says to my back.

“No?” I close my eyes and send a prayer into the universe. What I would give for her to stay—

“I know you said no one-night stands, but I’m thinking we should make a weekend of it. At least.”

I chuckle as I roll back to face her for some pillow talk. I can’t afford to show my hand and heart here, but if this is what Beth wants, this is what she’ll get. The thought of what comes after spending a weekend in bed with her is so suffocating, I push it down before it can balloon into this moment and spoil this time I have with her.

All I know is that this connection with her, this intense love for her that never dissipated but waited patiently, might never be satisfied. A weekend is a drop in the bucket of my soul that’s been empty for years.

26

BETH

I wake up to find the space next to me empty but still warm. Sunset beams into the triangle of windows overlooking the lake and I perch up to take in the view. It’s everything anybody can wish for and more. The trees sway in the wind and branches scratch at the bathroom windows. Somewhere a door closes with a slight bang.

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