Page 109 of Can't Help Falling

His weight seemed to increase as he fell into what she could sense was a rather meditative state. Fin was, herself, familiar with the postorgasm haze and didn’t begrudge him one second of it. She couldn’t, however, breathe.

She gave him a light back scratch, slow and sweet, meant simply to remind him that he was a part of the world. But it was almost as if she’d static-shocked him. His body went rigid, his weight was gone and then she was being dragged under the covers, the blankets sloppily blocking out the light as he sealed them both into her bed. She blinked into the sudden stuffy darkness and then gasped when her knees were pulled apart and a warm mouth licked between her legs.

“Tyler.”

“Shh,” he said, letting his voice rumble into her. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”

She laughed. How could she pretend he wasn’t there? He had his tongue between her—

“Oh, lord.” Fin arched up and a slice of light almost blinded her where the covers pulled free and the morning invaded. She clawed them back down.

This was too much. Too good. But also too much pressure. It was too transactional; there was too much pressure for her to come.

“Ouch!” she yelped when he bit her sharply on her thigh.

“Quit thinking up there! If you come, you come. If you don’t, the world is not going to end. Just lay back and let me start my morning off right, all right?”

Not exactly loving being told off, Fin crossed her arms over her chest. But any rigidity she’d been attempting to hold on to simply melted away as he started to pet her with his tongue. Each of his strokes somehow both deep and soft.

“Personal,” she whispered, mostly to herself. The air under the covers was stiflingly hot, and it felt good. They were sweaty and slipping against one another as she started to rock against him. He held her down with one forearm over her hips, but his other hand explored and slid and pressed deeply inside of her.

She wanted so badly to let go...but just couldn’t. Everything he was doing felt so unbelievably good, but he’d already come and she was taking so long and he must be getting bored and—

“Fin,” he said, his lips against her thigh again. “Read my energy. Read me. Be honest with yourself. How am I feeling right now?”

As his tongue came back to draw circles around her clit, Fin let herself reach out and find his energy. It didn’t take much. The man was loud. Which made Fin realize just how hard she’d been working to block him out before.

How hard she’d blocked out everyone she’d ever slept with.

She sucked air in through her lungs, let her eyes close in the stuffy blackness of the blankets and let herself feel him. His energy hit her like a wall of light and sound. She was flung sidelong into his golden sphere of life and feeling and...contentment. There were other emotions there as well, of course. Every human was a complicated tapestry of thousands of feelings, each of them struggling to top-dog the next. But there, loudest of all, in Tyler, at that moment, with his head between her legs, was contentment. Followed closely by a lingering arousal that hadn’t leached from him after his orgasm.

He gave her a potent, twisting kiss, and Fin could not, for the life of her, scent even a trace of impatience in the man. He was fully in his body, in the experience of her. Her back arched when he kissed at her again.

“That’s it,” he muttered.

Light slanted in again from the side, momentarily blinding her as she arched for him, cried out, twisted at his hair. She let his golden glow take her away as her heels dug into his back, just trying to hold on to the bounds of the earth.

When the orgasm swept over her, she’d never known another one like it. This was jet stream and ozone on the air, clear blue sky, plummeting upward at the speed of light. She lost her grip on the sheets, arrows of cracked light burning her eyes as her body slashed its way through pleasure.

She fell back, her top half limp even as her legs still trembled. She’d probably have the imprints of his ears on her thighs, she’d been gripping him so hard. She must have been gasping for breath, there was blanket in her mouth, her own hand over her forehead, her hair everywhere. She felt Tyler fighting with the blankets and then light surrounded them on all sides, no longer orangey and glowing, but a glaring full-morning slice that told her just how much time had passed since they’d gone under the covers. She waited for the requisite guilt to swamp her that it had taken that long for her to come. But it didn’t come. Maybe it was the lovely buzz that still reverberated through her limbs, maybe it was Tyler, grinning at her from her shoulder, the blankets in a hood over his hair, his big feet waving happily from the foot of the bed.

Either way, the guilt didn’t come. But laughter did. Fin threw her head back and laughed her heart out.

She grabbed Tyler’s neck and hugged him, realizing that so many other times his energy had mixed with hers, she’d attempted to grab it by the scruff of the neck and leave it on the curb. But why? Why, when it felt this good to let it course through, in her blood like a stiff drink drunk too fast? She hummed with it, reveled in it and knew, in her heart, he was experiencing the exact same thing.

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