Page 62 of Until We Fall

I use the bathroom that connects our rooms to get to his so I don’t have to risk the hallway. I discover an unopened box in thefront corner of his underwear drawer and also some lube, which I grab because I assume it’s a brand he likes.

I catch sight of myself in the mirror on the way back through. My slight frame, my red hair, freckles over my nose and across my shoulders and chest. There’s even more of them than usual from all the sun in Clua.

I’m wearing nothing but light gray wool socks and holding a tube of lube and a condom box that I hope isn’t for Magnum XXL or anything like that.

I look happy. My skin is flushed, my gray eyes are bright.

For a second, I see what D must see, and it surprises me. I look…good.

D’s rises onto one elbow when I step back into the room. I climb back on the bed, my knees settling between his spread thighs.

“Can I prep you?” I ask nervously,reallyhoping he’ll say yes.

He smiles. “Yes,please.”

Eagerness bolts through me. I bite on my bottom lip then pop the lube and warm it on my fingers.

He widens his legs, and both of us hold our breaths as I press a finger lightly against his hole. I don’t breach, just touch him there.

He falls back against the pillow, letting out a sigh. “That feels so good already.”

“Ready for more?”

He nods, and I push in, just halfway up my nail, and he arches back, letting out a groan that fills the room. I swear the flowers almost tremble.

“Holy fuck, Rory.” He picks up his head to look at me. “I think I might bereallyinto this. Like intensely.”

“Good,” I whisper. “I hope you like it.” I push in deeper, to my first knuckle.

I thought he’d be tenser, but he takes me so easily. I have no idea if this is how it usually goes. In books, characters usually have to force themselves to relax, but he seems so relaxed already.

“Give me more,” he says.

I add a second finger, and then I crook them around experimentally, moving around to find?—

“Holyfuck.” His mouth drops open, his thighs widening even more. “That. Rightthere. Fuckingfuck.”

I can feel his prostate. I massage lightly, paying close attention to his reactions, to his breathing, to the way that his eyes haze, until he looks down at me.

He swallows thickly. “I want your dick.”

I’m shaking as I reach for the box of condoms and tear open the side, then slide one out.

“I’ve never even worn a condom before,” I admit. We were told to practice in health class, but I never did.

My hands are shaking so hard that I struggle to tear the package open.

D sits up, his fingers brushing my wrist. “Let me.”

He takes the package from me and tears it open. He pulls out the condom and tosses the wrapper aside.

“Are you ready?” His eyes meet mine, and I nod before he settles the condom against the tip of my dick. I whimper at the contact, at the light touch of the latex as he rolls the condom down, covering my shaft, the bracelet I gave him snug around his wrist.

His lips are damp from his tongue as he makes sure the condom is pushed to my base. His chest compresses with a breath, and then he settles back again.

My throat closes up as I kneel between his legs. He raises his thighs, and I position myself, my heart thundering.I can’t believe this is happening.

“I love you.”

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