Page 63 of Until We Fall

My eyes flash up.

His eyes are serious. “It shouldn’t take us three and half years to get here. We need to make up for that time.”

I swallow, dragging in a slow breath. The flowers are all around us, the shadows from the desk lamp curling across the room. “We will.”

He nods.

I push in.

Ohgod.

The tightness and warmth, the pressure squeezing the tip of my dick, and then increasing along my shaft as I slowly push in.

“Fuck.” He grabs at the sheets, his cock rock hard, his knees pulling up even more. “Oh fuck… Does that feel good? Tell me it feels…”

“It’s incredible,” I mumble. I can’t get control of my thoughts. It’s like this cellular change, this complete shift of the universe. I move my hips, and my dick slides out and then back in. He’s tight, but not tense.

“Ohhh, fu…” He reaches out a hand toward me, and our fingers thread as I shift my hips back, then forward again, adjusting myself to get the right angle.

“Fuckfuck.” His voice is rough and breathy. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”

I moan.

I feel it, too.

We become lost, our bodies sweaty, our sounds filling the room. My dick slides in and out of him, in a way that I’d never thought I’d see.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He grips onto my fingers hard. “Fuck me with your little dick.”

Tears build at the corners of my eyes, and I don’t blink them back. I let them fall down my cheeks.

Something switches in me. I pound into him, my muscles straining, my skin flushed, my sweat-damp hair falling into my eyes. I’ve never felt so attached to my body before. Never felt so at home in it.

But with Dorian, it’s like a new reality opens. A fifth dimension. A new understanding.

And I’m ready for it.

I fuck him. There’s no other word for it. I let go of some part of me that’s been tethered, and I give him everything I’ve got. Instead of being surprised or questioning, he throws himself into it. He begs me to fuck him harder. He tells me, over and over, that I’m sexy and I’m exactly what he wants.

When I hit a perfect angle, one his legs propped heavily up on my shoulder, the weight nearly too much for me and his cock fisted in my hand, he flexes from head to toe.

“I’m close,” he pushes out. His teeth clench, his cock swelling in my hand. “Please get me there.”

I do, fucking him so hard that we’re both breathless, until he releases, wetting my hand and his chest.

I follow, shaking and panting. I’m making sounds I’ve never heard myself make, pounding him in a higher and higher frenzy until I come, filling the condom—fillinghim—and he groans like he can feel it through the latex, his hole squeezing around me.

I collapse onto him. I’m speechless. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me so close that I think we really might be connected. That we really might have finally found each other. That wefittogether. One big and one small, but so perfectly that it’s the only thing that makes sense.

In that moment, so much suddenly makes sense to me.

“I want to follow you,” I whisper.

D’s breath comes hard. He pushes back against the pillow so he can see me. “Rory?”

“I want to follow you,” I repeat. “It’s what makes logical sense. I don’t have anything in New York other than that job and a room leased from a person I don’t even know. I’m not even fully sure about why I wanted to go. I think I wanted something to focus on so that I could distract myself from losing you.”

His forehead lines as he keeps me locked tight against him, our skin slick and warm. My dick’s not big enough to stay in him from this position, but it’s tucked against his lower abdomen, wet with my own cum inside the condom. And for some reason, that makes me feel so at peace. So warm. And socertain.

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