Page 97 of All My Broken Pieces

Fallon giggles, curtsying on her way inside. “Why thank you.” Her laughter is infectious, a beautiful melody that captivates me just as much today as the first time I heard it.

Following her inside, I close the door and ensure it’s locked up properly before turning around and crossing the room. The earlier uneasiness still crawling just below the surface, but I’m distracted by the sight of Fallon as she slowly slides out of her clothes. “You’re so beautiful,mi vida.” I murmur, dragging my eyes down her naked body.

She smiles at me, walking toward the bathroom and blowing a kiss my direction.

I watch after her as she disappears, the sound of the shower turning on reaches me a few moments later. Glancing over at Sir Ichabod still slumbering away, I gently lift his cage and move him over to the table nestled in the corner of the room. I make quick work of getting everything ready before stripping of my own clothes and joining Fallon in the shower.

She hums when I slide through the curtain. “Took you long enough.” Tipping her head back, she closes her eyes and lets the water pour over her face, trailing down her pale skin. The heat bringing a reddish tint to the usual porcelain complexion.

Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, sliding one hand up while the other travels lower. Fallon shudders in my hold as I tease her lips, slipping my finger through her slit before retracting again. “So fucking perfect.” I murmur, dipping my head to place soft kisses along her shoulders. Moving my hands to her hips, I sink to my knees.

Pulling her back toward me, Fallon gasps when my tongue plunges into her pussy, her thighs tightening around my head. “F-fuck.” She moans, steadying herself on the shower wall.

I hum against her, circling my tongue before sliding it out and up to lick her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. My fingersdig into her flesh, drawing out the noises she’s making, needing every one as desperately as the oxygen in my lungs.

Fallon’s legs begin to shake as her body tenses. “That’s it, baby.” I hum against her skin. “Come for me.” On the command, I plunge my tongue back inside of her, moving one hand to circle her clit in tight circles. Her thighs squeeze around my head, crushing me in the best possible way as her body tenses and she comes with a loud cry.

I groan at the taste of her pleasure, lapping up every bit she’ll give me before sliding out from under her. The tremors in her body start to subside, some of the tension that’s become a constant feature of hers loosens in the post-orgasmic bliss.

Even after our talk earlier today, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more than she’s telling me and it’s eating me up. That there’s something bothering her and she won’t let me in, won’t let me help take on the burden so she doesn’t have to do it all alone.

Reaching forward, I grab the bar of hotel soap and gently begin to wash her body, starting with her delicate hands and moving along her arms before sliding down her chest. Her breath catches as I slowly circle the soap around her nipple. “Te amo, mi vida.” I whisper, speaking softly to her in Spanish. “Tú puedes decirme cualquier cosa. Estoy aquí para siempre, cariño. No importa qué. Por favor, dime qué pasa.” Begging her to tell me what’s wrong, and promising I won’t ever leave. Hoping she’ll hear the plea, even if she doesn’t understand. Because my attempts in her native language aren’t proving successful, I can only hope the cry of my soul will be.

My hand slides lower, gently cleaning between her thighs and sliding around to her ass. “I don’t understand.” Fallon breathes, leaning her head back to rest on my shoulder.

“I know.” I sigh, switching the bar of soap out for the small bottle of shampoo. I lather up my hands and begin massaging her scalp.

“What’s it like?” Her quiet question surprises me, my fingers freezing. “Talking in a language someone else can’t understand, I mean.” She lets out a soft chuckle, the sound melting the tension in my body enough I can resume my gentle massage.

I contemplate her question as I wash out the shampoo from her silky hair. “It can be frustrating at times. But the truth is, even if we speak the same language, it doesn’t mean we understand each other.” The sentence hangs heavy in the air. I can feel her mulling over the meaning, can imagine the little scrunch of her nose as she thinks.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I brush her hair over her shoulders, bending to kiss her neck. “Go dry off and get ready, I’ll join you in a moment.” Standing upright, I step back to give her room to exit the shower. She glances over her shoulder, her expression confused and curious. “Go on.” I pat her ass, smirking at her tiny squeal and glare.

Huffing, she climbs out of the shower and snatches one of the towels off the counter before exiting the bathroom.

The grin on my face fades as I wash away the day, massaging my aching muscles under the hot stream. “Just a little longer.” I mumble under my breath, fighting back the earlier unease threatening to creep up again.

I don’t want to think too hard on it. If I let myself fall into the worry, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through to the other side with my hands clean. And Ireallycan’t spill anymore blood, at least not until after we’re all settled and Fallon is safe once again.

Once I’m cleaned up, I shut off the water and quickly towel dry, my excitement growing at the promise of what will be waiting for me in the room. I drop the used towel in the corner ofthe bathroom before stepping into the room, my breath hitching at the sight before me.

Fallon has found the supplies I left out and obediently prepared herself. “Are you there?” She whispers, her voice shaky with anticipation.

I don’t say a word, crossing the room silently to stand beside her. Her body shifts on the bed under my gaze, sensing what her eyes can’t see behind the blindfold. I reach out my hand, lightly trailing my fingers up her naked skin, watching with rapt attention as tiny goosebumps form in the wake of my touch.

“Ar-Arriana?” Her voice breaks as my fingers slip between her quivering thighs. “Please.” She begs, lifting her hips in search of more.

I bite my lip to hold back the chuckle at how needy she is. My perfect sex crazed girl.

My fingers slip farther back, checking to see if she put in the other item I left out, a groan slipping from my lips as I find she did. I press down on the butt plug, crashing my lips to hers to swallow the gasp she releases at the sensation. “Good girl.” I breathe against her lips, grinning at the shiver my words cause.

Moving onto the bed, I straddle her shoulders, hovering over her mouth. “You wanna eat, baby?” I watch her closely, waiting for her to understand the question. I can almost see the lightbulb switch as she jerks her head up and down, reaching up for me.

“Yes, please.” She pleads, her hands gripping my thighs.

Carefully lowering myself down, I groan loudly when her mouth connects with my pussy. The sensation feels so good it almost hurts, a need to finally let go drives me as I ride her face. My breathing grows erratic as she laps at me, her tongue expertly fucking me until I’m a quivering mess.

“Fuck.” I moan, a wave of pleasure crashing through me as I come.

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