Page 61 of Falling

“What’s that?”

“Since we’re officially a ‘couple,’ can we dispense with all the chit-chat until after you make me come?” His mouth opens like he wants to ask another question but then closes again before he does. I watch as his gaze turns stormy with lust. My eyes sweep down. Yep, his barometer is registering extreme interest.

Without a word, he pulls his phone from his pocket. He pushes a button and tosses it on the coffee table. He’s on me before the lights finish dimming.

I’m spun around, my hands are slapped against the glass above my head, and he presses my body against it with his. He runs his hands up my body, taking my dress over my head.

“Where did these boots come from?” he growls.

“I took them to change into at the office for this very reason.” They have a five-inch heel, making me the perfect height for Peter. “Did you not notice them at dinner?”

“Oh, I noticed them. Ate the whole fucking meal with a hard-on.”

“Poor baby,” I purr. My snark is met with a stinging slap to my right buttock. I jump against the glass. He unhooks the clasp of my bra before pushing me back against the window. My nipples pebble from the cold.

“I bet you look sexy as fuck from the water,” he says. “Do you think there’s some sad perv with his binoculars just waiting to see how you fuck?”

I moan; there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I also can’t stop how my body begins to ache for his touch. Wetness rolls down my thighs as he nips my shoulder. He kisses down my back until he’s kneeling behind me.

“Let the bastard see how you come on my tongue.” Then he’s spreading my feet apart. He licks the moisture off my thigh with a hum.

“Peter,” I beg. My clit throbs for his masterful tongue.

He rewards me with a sweep through my folds. I rock back against him. There’s another sharp sting to my backside. Then he’s holding me in place as he fucks me with his tongue.

“Peter,” I warn as my body begins to buzz with anticipation. He ignores it.

A tidal wave forms in my core. It races at me as he swirls, sucks, and flicks around my clit. A string of curse words rip from my mouth as the wave swallows me up. My body tumbles with the tide; light and sound are no longer accessible. Right when I think I’ll drown, he’s standing behind me, holding me against him.

“Better than any dessert,” he hisses. “I could swallow you down for days and never get enough.” He places my hands back against the window. I don’t remember moving them. Then he kicks my legs back open. I don’t remember stepping my legs together either.

He presses inside me. It’s in my nature to fight the intrusion, but I can’t. He owns me, body and soul. I turn over everything I am to his whims.

His hips crush me against the glass over and over. I can’t catch my breath as I feel the waves racing toward shore again. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our hearts race together, and I never want it to end. I want Peter to take my heart as his. To keep it safe until our story is over and we find each other again in the next life.

“Give him a show, little bird. Scream for me. Shatter these windows.” He reaches between my legs to pinch my clit. I do exactly as he commands. A scream rips from my lips as I shatter around him.

“Geneva,” he moans. It’s the last thing I hear before I’m swept away by sensations no one but he can give me.

“Geneva?” My name on his lips is also the first thing I hear. He has me cradled on his lap. We’re on his couch, which is a few feet away from the bay window. I don’t remember getting here. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I break you?”

“You did. I’m now broken for all other men,” I answer. “I hope you’re good with the consequences of your actions.”

“I’ll have to live with it, I guess.” His smile is beautiful. The cerulean eyes that gaze back at me are filled with happiness. It looks amazing on him. “I didn’t know you have an exhibition kink.”

“Neither did I,” I admit. “Good thing you’re not on the first floor.”

“Yeah, I talk a good game, but I don’t want a bunch of strangers watching us.”

“Just your dead grandma, right?” I tease.

“Exactly.” He sits me on the couch and stands. “Wait here.” He returns a few minutes later in a pair of sweatpants, carrying water and a long T-shirt. There’s also one of his fuzzy blankets I’ve fallen asleep under too many times to count. “Found this in a box in the bedroom.” He pulls me to him once I have the T-shirt on and tucks me under the blanket.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask as we settle in.

“Anything.”

“Is this how you envisioned us being together?”

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