Page 52 of Where We Fall

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. They're basically a damn challenge.

He smiles. His hand starts on my inner thigh but starts to slide north until he's just below my ass.

"I could do many things. You better hold on tight, baby."

One finger swipes through my folds. I try not to react, but my breaths are already coming faster. I feel his lips on my ear.

"You can pretend you don't love this, but your pussy says otherwise. I feel you getting wetter and wetter by the second."

Dammit, he's right! I'm so turned on right now. The feeling of being suspended in the air like this with no ability to do anything with my hands is intense, but it's hot.

I feel the second finger join his first, and then he pushes them inside of me.

"Ahh." I can't hold in the pleasure he's already creating within me.

He pulls his fingers out, then pushes back in and wiggles them. He does this repeatedly, hitting my favorite spot every time he wiggles them inside me.

"Please…" I beg.

"You want to come?"

I nod my head as my hands squeeze tightly around the wood. He pumps his fingers faster, the sounds echoing in the room proof of just how wet I am. I would be embarrassed if I weren't so turned on. What I don't expect is to feel his thumb rub along my pussy for a brief second, then disappear. I feel it hit my back entrance and start to rub in wet circles.

This is an area that I've never explored before. I'm so close that I don't even care that his thumb is there. It feels kind of good.

"You like that?" he asks as he fingers me and continues rubbing his circles at my ass.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes," I reply, so close, yet he's not letting me get there.

"You wanna feel something really good?"

I haven't even responded yet when he decides to show me. His fingers curl inside of me, hitting my spot repeatedly at the same time that he inserts his thumb. I go off like a rocket, screaming and quivering as the orgasm seems to get more powerful with each spasm.

It takes me a second to catch my breath. I look down at the ground, shocked that he was able to get me to forget how high I was…and that I managed to hold on the entire time.

"I'll get you back for this," I say on an exhale.

He smiles. "I look forward to it."

He starts to climb down the ladder.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna let you get back to the books while I find something for us to snack on."

It takes me a minute after he leaves to get my composure back, but his time away allows me to enjoy the options I have at my fingertips. So many books, so many classics, it's incredible. After I find the one I know I want to read, I push and slide the ladder back and forth on the wheels. I officially feel like Belle in Beauty and the Beast.

Marcus returns to the room, holding a tray of cheese, meats, and crackers. The tray also has a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

I start to climb down the ladder with my book in hand.

"What did you pick?" he asks.

"Little Women. I'm surprised you have this in your collection."

He shrugs. "I don't discriminate."

He pours some wine and hands me a glass.

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