Page 65 of Falling Too Late

He leaned in and I closed the distance to kiss him. Feeling more confident this time. He tipped his head and I felt his tongue brush the seam of my lips, the feeling foreign. I parted my lips and he tasted me, deepening the kiss. My hands moved around and tangled in his hair. He moaned at my tightening fingers. The sound caused a thrill to run through me.

I had never been turned on by a man's reaction before. I tightened my fingers more and he hissed in pleasure.

His hand swept under my sleep shirt, fingers grazing up the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I shamelessly widened my knees farther apart, inviting his hand. It climbed higher until I was tensing in anticipation, my clit throbbing, wanting his attention.

“Alex,” I breathed against his lips.

“Tell me you want me to do it, Wren.”

I opened my eyes and looked into his brown hues. This felt significant to him. Important. His eyes spoke to me and I pulled his lips down to mine. Nipping at his lower lip.

“I want you, Alex. Please, touch me.”

He stroked my center.

“Oh.” I gasped at the feeling.

He slid his fingers through my wetness, coating them before carefully sliding one digit into me. My eyes closed and my head fell against his shoulder at the unbearable feeling. One finger and it almost felt like it was too much. He pulled out and gently thrust back into me. His thumb rolled over my clit and I involuntarily bucked against his hand.

“You’re so tight. I need to get you ready.”

“Hmm?” I hummed, dizzy with pleasure.

Chuckling, he reached down, picking up the hem of my shirt. His eyes asked the question, and I nodded my answer. Lifting my arms over my head, he took my only scrap of clothing off of me. I was bared to him.

“You are so beautiful.” But his eyes weren’t looking down at my body, only at my face. He held my stare for another moment before his eyes finallydropped.

His breath seemed to catch in his throat.

“Fuck.”

Alex dipped his head down and captured my nipple between his lips. His tongue rolled over the hard nub. I found myself panting. He sucked hard before pulling away, causing apopto sound as he released my breast.

With one hand braced behind me, he lay me down. I was so overwhelmed with everything that I didn’t realize what he was doing until he licked up my center.

“Oh god!” I gripped his shoulders and struggled. He lapped at me, paying close attention to my most sensitive spot. I felt his finger insert in again and he rolled it upwards, causing blinding pleasure to hit. My first orgasm rolled through me. I bucked and writhed against his mouth.

“Fuck.” The word slipped from my lips and Alex chuckled as he pulled away. He moved away from me and I heard the tearing of foil. He rolled the condom onto himself and settled between my legs.

I swallowed hard, the apprehensiveness building. I wanted this, I did. I didn’t have to convince myself, but the nerves were there.

It’s Alex. You have nothing to worry about, I reminded myself.

“You tell me if you want to stop. Okay?”

I nodded, and he lined himself with my entrance. Slowly, he pressed into me. Both our gazes were fixated on this, watching as he pressed inside of me. Slowly, inch by excruciating inch. My throat clogged. It wasn’t painful, but the pressure building had my nails sinking into his forearms.

“A–Alex. . .” I was trying to fight to breathe. He stilled, watching me.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his breath heavy.

“S-sort of.” I couldn’t articulate the way it felt.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head. “I just need a minute.”

His hand moved to my side, and soon I heard the low thrummingof the vibrator. “Let's try this.” He handed it to me, nodding down to where our bodies joined. “Put it where it feels the best.” Nervously, I moved it between us, finding the spot that felt the best. Pleasure entwined with the pressure, and I could feel myself relax.

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