Page 140 of Fall Into Me

I reached for her again, but the moment I did, she was moving down my body, and a choking sound of need fell from my mouth.

“Patience,” she teased.

“I need to touch you,” I murmured, my eyes following her every movement. Watching her leave open-mouthed kisses along my body, a path of goose bumps in her wake.

“Me first.” Her mouth covered the head of my cock without warning. Her tongue flicked against the slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum before she pulled back with a soft, deliberate pop and a slow, satisfied hum.

“Fucking Christ,” I panted, hands fisted. I watched her, mesmerized, as she ran her tongue up the underside, from base to tip. Her hand cupped my balls, making my hips piston forward.

Cali wrapped her hand around the base of my cock again, giving one slow pump before her other hand joined the first, and she guided me into her mouth again.

I was fucking paralyzed with the pleasure she was giving me. Watching, bewitched, at the way I disappeared into her mouth. The way her hands continued to work what she couldn’t fit down her throat.

“Your mouth feels fucking perfect, Calista.” I reached out, settling a hand on the back of her head, not putting any pressure, just feeling the way she met my shallow thrusts. Eager.

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re so fuckinggood,”I breathed. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. Stumped, not for the first time, that she existed. That she was mine.

I watched the way her body shuddered at my words, the way she pulled a hand from where it was twisting and pumping my shaft to slip into her underwear.

I tutted. “That’s not fair, baby.” I gripped her upper arms, pulled her off me, and dragged her up my body until she was right where I wanted her.

Cali looked down at me from where she kneeled above my face and didn’t move her eyes as I gripped the side bands of her panties and ripped them off her.

A mischievous smile started to curve her swollen lips when she spoke. “I’m going to suffocate you.”

My answering grin was wicked and hungry. “God, I hope so.” And then I pulled her down onto my mouth.

My tongue moved along her pussy, delving deep inside of her, collecting her wetness, and tracing it up to the hard, swollen bud of her clit.

I couldn’t be anything but relentless. Sucking, nipping, thrusting my tongue into her tight cunt until she was trembling above me, nothing but incoherent babble tumbling out of her heart-shaped lips. Until she started to roll her own hips, rubbing her pussy against my mouth, chasing her own release, and when it rolled through her, shock wave after shock wave pulsing through her body, I locked my hands around her legs.

I pulled her back down onto me even when she tried to lift off, continuing to thrust my tongue past the clenching muscles of her entrance. Gently dragging the flat of my tongue up to her clit before plunging back inside her, slowly, lazily, until she was moaning and lax once again. Her head tipped back in a mindless sort of extract that always brought me right to my knees.

I’d do anything for this woman.Beanything.

“I want you inside me,” she moaned again. “I want to feel you, inch by inch. I want to feel nothing but you.”

This time when she tried to move off me, I let her go, but not for long. I went with her, an arm looping around her waist while I flipped us, wasting no time in capturing her mouth in anotherkiss, groaning at the way her tongue lapped at the inside of my mouth, tasting herself.

I notched the head of my cock, her cunt swollen and fuckingweeping, the moment I started to push in I had to fight against the desire to close my eyes. It was almost torturous, but it was worth it to watch the way her eyes rolled back, her mouth parting as her back arched off the bed.

“So fucking tight,” I panted, continuing to push into her, feeling the way her nails dug into my arms. “But you love it, don’t you?”

All she did was moan, her back arching off the bed a little further.

“You love knowing that you’re at your limit, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Your greedy little cunt, so needy. Isn’t it?” I was salivating at the sight of her.

“Yes,”she gasped as I pushed in the final inch, seated to the hilt. Slowly, I felt her body relax around me, her muscles softening at the intrusion, and the moment her hips gave a slow and knowing wiggle, I was moving.

One hand circled up and around her back, cupping the back of her neck, with my other at her waist, I tried to hold back. To be mindful of the parts of her body that were hurt and tender and sore.

“Fane,” she breathed my name, her hands reaching up to find their perch in the hair at the back of my head. “Stop holding back. I want to feel you so deep I can’t breathe.”

“You’re—”

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