Page 127 of As the World Falls

James

My bed smells like her. Her woodsy floral scent surrounds me and reminds me that I am quite possibly the luckiest guy on earth.

Cecilia is spread out across me, her hair fanning over me, and her leg wrapped around mine like a snake, unyielding. I brushed her hair, moving it out of her face so that I could see more of her. She looked ethereal, and I couldn’t resist staring at her and admiring her in my bed, praying she’d always be in it.

I lean over to the nightstand, grab the vase of roses we brought from the garden, pluck each rose off its stem, and delicately arrange them throughout her hair, enjoying how they look floating over her tendrils.

She groans, her leg stretching down mine and curling around me tighter. “Good morning,” I murmur.

She smiles softly. “Very good morning.” Her eyes shift around her as one of the roses rolls down the bed, pulling a giggle from her. “Are you putting roses on me?”

“I like the way it looks,” I admit.

She smiles. “Okay then.”

“How’re you feeling?” I ask as she yawns and stretches again, more roses rolling around the bed with her movements.

“I think you know I’m more than good.”

I chuckle. “I take it you’re sated?”

She rolls onto her stomach and faces me directly. “How could I not be? Three times in one night. I haven’t done that since…”

I pop my head up to look at her better. “Since when?”

She laughs, patting my chest. “I’m just kidding. Since never.”

I shoot her a playful grin just before I grab under her arms and yank her up my body before quickly rolling her onto her back. I kiss her before she can catch her breath, trailing down her neck. “I have ways of making you not speak, you know,” I murmur, licking a circle around her bare breast.

She gasps at the contact. “Impossible,” she breathes out. “I always have something to say.”

“Oh yeah?” My fingers slide between her legs, finding her already wet there. “Looks like I have more work to do then.”

She bends her neck to look down at me, her eyes wide. “You couldn’t possibly…We’ve already done it three times last night.”

“It’s a new day, babe, and your pussy is begging for it,” I remind her, slipping one of my fingers inside her. She lets out a wavering moan, making me chuckle. “What’s that? That sounded a little inaudible to me.”

“James,” she tries to warn, but then I slip two fingers inside her, carefully working her up. I wasn’t going to take her again this morning. She was probably already sore enough from yesterday, but I couldn’t help reminding her that I was the one in charge here since she was a mouthy little thing.

We hear the doorbell ring downstairs, and she freezes beneath me as I continue to stroke her. I wasn’t sure who the hell was here so early in the morning, but they had pretty shit timing.

“James, someone’s here,” she gasps.

“I heard.” I drop my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple into it as I pump my fingers deeper inside her. She moans deeply, lifting her body to mine like an offering, making me chuckle.

I hear the door close, and Tobias yells throughout the house. “James! Cecilia!”

Cecilia tries to scurry out from underneath me, but I clamp an arm over her chest, holding her in place. “We’re not finished.”

“My brother is here. We’re so finished.”

“We’re not finished until you’re soaking and riding your orgasm out on my hand. Okay? Your brother can wait.”

“You’re delusional. What if he hears us?”

I slowly urge her back onto the bed and cover her mouth with my hand as I slip my fingers back inside her. Her eyes nearly roll back into her head as I do. “You’ll just have to be quiet for once, won’t you?”

My mouth tastes her anywhere I can reach as my fingers bring her closer and closer to the edge. She writhes beneath me, her warm body bucking into mine and making me want to claim her again so badly, but I don’t. I simply gave her this because I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure of it.

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