Page 109 of Falling Too Late

I reached around his neck, pulling his mouth down to me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Are you sure?” His voice was barely a whisper. He was wrung taut. I knew if I said no, he would respect that. He wouldn’t be mad, he wouldn’t call me a tease, and something about knowing I was in complete control of this situation made me need him so much more.

“Yes.”

He turned the water off and we stepped out of the shower. I reached for a towel, but I was pulled back, turned, and lifted. I yelped in surprise, my legs circling his waist automatically.

“Alex, I’m all wet.”

“And?”

He set me down on the vanity next to the sink. My hands trailed up his chest before making their way around to the back of his neck. My fingers danced at his nape, wishing for his longer hair again.

I brought my lips to his and he devoured me. I got caught upin the kiss and nipped his bottom lip, feeling his cock jump against my leg.

He groaned. “Fuck, Wren.”

I loved my name on his lips.

He kissed down my jaw, teeth skimming my throat before I was arching my back, thrusting my chest up toward his mouth. He teased me with his tongue before he finally took me into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation of his tongue lapping over me. His other hand came up to my other breast. He massaged and rolled my nipple gently between two fingers.

I was at risk of falling apart.

“More,” I moaned.

I felt his cool breath on me and heard a faint chuckle. If I had half a mind, I’d have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I wanted this. I wanted him. I had only ever wanted him.

“Anything for my girl.”

Alex lowered himself between my legs. Before I could comprehend what he was about to do, he dragged his tongue excruciatingly slowly up my center.

“Ohh.” I rested my weight on my hands, leaning until my back hit the mirror behind me.

Alex worked his magic. I tried to stay put, but I couldn’t. My body involuntarily moved with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel my ass sliding to the edge of the vanity. I didn’t say anything. My skin buzzed and static started in my ears as he brought my orgasm closer and closer, but then he stopped.

“Alex, don’t stop,” I cried.

He was laughing as he carried me to my room before tossing me on the bed and resuming his tongue thrashing. Our shadows danced on the walls in the candlelight.

He built me higher and higher before the stars exploded and I was shuddering with pleasure. He teased and licked until he had rung me of every last wave I was capable of.

His lips were on mine again and I could taste my arousal on his tongue. It was tangy and unlike anything I had ever tastedbefore. He crawled over my body, and I almost couldn’t open my eyes, exhaustion hitting me, making my lids heavy from the onslaught of pleasure I’d just received.

I thought I heard my name on his lips so I reached up, my palm caressing his stubbled cheek while my other hand reached between us, stroking him. My thumb glided over the head and I slicked his precum over it.

His pleasure spurred me on and I stroked him from root to tip, loving the control I had. I opened my eyes just in time to see his arm shake in the amber glow.

“Sweetheart, if you keep that up, I won’t last. It’s been too long.” His warm eyes were full of want and need.

“You haven’t. . .?” I let the words hang between us without saying more. Of course, I had wondered if he had been with anyone else since being out, but I hadn’t really thought about it until this moment.

He shook his head, and I knew the unasked question in his eyes.

“I haven’t. . . I was tested after. . .” I couldn’t say the words; it was like dipping my toes in ice cold water, unpleasant chills sent down me. I shivered, wishing we could go back to our hot shower.

He dipped his head, taking my lips again. I took over the kiss, demanding more. I tasted him, devoured him, wanting to be consumed by him.

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