Page 66 of Where We Fall

I feel his hands on my cheeks as he spreads me open. I think I hear him sigh before his mouth closes in over my clit again. This time, one of his fingers finds my back entrance again and begins to finger it.

I moan all over his dick. It provides such a foreign feeling but such a good feeling. Maybe it’s the idea of it being taboo, or it just really is that pleasurable, I’m not sure.

We both get to our breaking point within minutes. He’s moaning all over my pussy, and I can’t hold myself back as I lick and suck.

“I’m coming,” he says, the words barely audible.

The second his hot, wet cum starts pumping into my mouth, it’s enough to throw me over the edge.

I fall onto his body after we both have come down from our releases. My head lies on his thigh while he is probably still all up in my business.

I don’t care. I’m so damn relaxed and exhausted. I could easily fall asleep like this.

Eventually, he has to get up and go clean himself off. I made that much of a mess on him. I feel slightly embarrassed by it. When he returns, he jumps back into bed and pulls the covers over us.

We look at each other in the moonlight. That weird energy passes between us again, like we’re speaking without actually using any words. It’s like this cosmic connection that I don't understand.

Somehow, I know that we’re both thinking the same thing.

I love you.

But I don’t dare say those words out loud yet. There's a stigma around saying them too quickly, and it’s only been four weeks.

Nevertheless, the words are there in my mind all the time.

“What are you thinking?” he whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You first. What are you thinking?”

“I asked first.”

“Yeah, and I replied. You go first.”

He laughs softly, then wraps his arms around me. “You’re a pain in my ass sometimes.”

“Right back at ya.”

I suppose neither of us is ready to take the plunge and say the words first.

It’s okay. I’m content here in his arms. The rest will come later.

Chapter Twenty

Marcus

Iglancedownatmy clock, dreading that my Sunday family dinner starts soon. That means I have to say goodbye to Lexi.

We've been snuggled up on the couch watching football. She insisted that we watch Chicago's game and only click to Cleveland's to check the score. She had to sit through Cleveland the last two Sundays, so it's my turn to feel the pain.

Another reason I know I'm crazy about this woman, I agreed to it.

I wrap my arms around her tighter. I wish she could come with me.

The thought makes me think maybe she can. I’m serious about her, and it seems like an excellent first step to show that to her.

“What do you think about coming with me tonight?”

She turns her head away from the television to look at me.

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