Page 30 of Chasing the Fall

She doesn’t get it. She’s not there yet, which I guess is understandable, as it’s only been a few days. That’s okay, though. “As long as they’re the same ideas I already have, I’m okay with that.”

Once we’re back atTally’s house, I set the tree outside the door. “We can decorate tomorrow,” I tell her, pushing the door closed and locking it. “Right now… I need to make love to you, Tallulah.”

Sliding my fingers into the hair at the base of her skull, I tip her face up and kiss her.

The words surprise me. But no more than the realization that, for once in my life, I mean them. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but everything I’ve learned about Tally has just reinforced the growing feelings I have for her.

It’s scary as hell, but all signs point to her being it for me.

My everything.

I walk her backward toward her bed, our lips never breaking contact until the mattress bumps against the back of Tally’s legs, and I push her gently down.

I pull my shirt up and over my head, then bend to render Tally beautifully naked before me. She helps, shoving article after article of clothing to the side.

She starts to push herself further back on the bed, but I grip her hips and pull her down to the edge of the bed, then kneel before her.

“Wh…what are you…oh my sweet baby jeezus—”

Her question breaks on a moan when I fasten my lips around her clit and suck.

Tally is my new favorite meal, one I plan on eating every day for the rest of my life. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I lick and lap at her until she’s squirming within my grip, and then I push one finger into her pussy, curling it up against her walls until I find that spot that makes her legs shake against my shoulders.

I wait until she goes tense, her back arching up off the bed as I continue riding her through every fluttering pulse of her pussy. Only then do I stand and shuck my boots and jeans, then cover her body with my own.

With one firm stroke, I make her mine.

Tally wraps her legs around my waist and fastens her hands to my biceps as I hold myself just slightly above her, angle my groin against her so it hits her sweet spot with every thrust, and begin to move.

“You’re mine, Tallulah.” My pace, already relentless, picks up. “For tonight. For tomorrow night…for all the nights to come.”

Her lips part, and a moment later, I feel her shatter around me once more, her muscles squeezing and milking my cock in pulsing waves. It’s enough to send me over the edge, and I follow her into that abyss with a hoarse shout.

I empty myself of everything, until all that remains is Tally, and then roll to my back, taking her with me to lie across my chest. Even though she’s filled out and grown from a gangly child into an undeniably beautiful woman, she’s still so small that if I spread my fingers apart, my palm covers just about her entire back.

She sprawls without speaking against my chest, her fingertips moving restlessly across the play of muscle and bone.

I can feel her heart thundering in her own chest.

“You’re quiet.”

She shifts, restless, and tilts her face up to look at me. “What you said…did you mean that? Or was that just good sex talking?”

“When I said you were mine?” She nods. “I meant it.”

She moves her head back to its resting position. “What if I don’t…what if… It’s only been a few days, Bran. You can’t say shit like that.” She pushes against me, wanting to move, but I tighten my hold on her.

“When you know, you know.” She makes a sound of distress, and I pat her ass. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, Tally. Take your time.”

She subsides, her body relaxing degree by degree until the soft rise and fall of her back beneath my hand tells me she’s fallen asleep.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Fourteen

Twiggy

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