Page 6 of Falling for You

“Taylor,” I whisper against her lips and feel her smile before she replies, “Penelope.”

I slam my lips hard against hers, my tongue instantly going inside her mouth as the doors of the elevator open right into my apartment, and without breaking the kiss, without removing myself from inside her sweet, hot cunt, I walk us inside, and push her up against the wall not able to make it to my room.

As soon as I rock her world, I’ll then pleasure her in the bedroom all night long, not allowing her out of my sight because this woman, she’s fucking mine, I know it.

Dad said one day, a woman would come along and blind me to everything around me like Mom did with him, and I never believed him until now.

I grip Penelope’s thighs and spread her as much as I can, hoping to ease any discomfort while keeping my lips against hers, our tongues tangling while I slowly move my hips back, leaving only the tip in, then thrust forward slowly, gauging her reaction.

When she moans as I bottom out, I take my cue and move my hips quicker, tilting my hips, which is no easy feat as I grip her thighs harder, keeping her up on the wall and spread for me, giving her all the pleasure.

I can feel my spine tingle, my balls aching to the point of pain, and I know I need to come but not before her, which I know won’t be easy being a virgin.

Sweat builds at the bottom of my spine as my hips pick up speed, and quickly, I let go of one thigh and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in hard tight circles, causing her body to tense up. Her walls squeeze my cock so tight as it pulses, and I groan as wetness spreads between us, she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back as she screams in pleasure, and I groan, my lips going to her neck.

I suck hard, leaving my mark as I bottom out, pressing my pelvis hard against her and coming so fucking hard I see stars.

Fuck me, this girl is going to fucking swallow me whole.

Penelope

“Okay, Firecracker, twenty questions,” Taylor says from behind me. His hands gently move up and down my arms, sendingelectric volts through me, making my stomach tighten and my heart pound at the connection I feel with this man.

My whole body lights up in his presence, something I’ve never had before. Yes, it is frightening, but for some stupid reason, I’m embracing it.

I chuckle, lean against his chest, and confirm, “You’re sticking with Firecracker, huh?”

He sits up against his leather headboard, with my back is against his front, his knees on either side of me, the black sheets up to my chest covering us.

After taking my virginity, something he was shocked about, he ran a bath after carrying me to his bathroom and placing me on his vanity before helping me in the tub and then climbing in behind me.

For half an hour, we sat in the water talking about everything but keeping personal information out of it before he then entered me from behind, something I don’t even know how he managed and guided me with my hips to an amazing orgasm while sucking my neck before coming himself, then somehow managed to pick me up and carry me bridal style out of the tub without falling. He then, dare I say, made love to me, in front of his open fireplace in his room on the fluffy rug, I mean, he was slowly kissing me while caressing my body and moving his hips in slow, deep movements.

It was amazing, sensational, and completely romantic, something I’ve never experienced before in my life and it has ensured one thing; I’ll never accept an arranged marriage, especially knowing this connection I’m feeling, an overwhelming and consuming connection exists.

I mean, I know this is a one-night stand. I don’t know if this is how they go, but it’s how it is going, and it’s amazing. I know no one will ever compare to this man and this is going to hurt whenI walk away in the morning, but I’ll never ask for less than this feeling right now, not ever.

“It suits your personality,” he whispers as he runs his lips over my skin, “It matches your red hair.”

I grin wide, and I start, “Favorite color?”

His lips curve against my skin before he answers, “Dark red…” And I chuckle at the smooth talker.

“Violet,” I say, not able to remove my smile.

“I think I should have asked this one before we left the club, but the fact you were served, I’m guessing you’re legal?” he says jokingly, but his voice is tense, and I can’t help but laugh.

I know he’s older than me, or at least I think he is. Taylor is all man, a little hair smattering his chest, stubble surrounding his jaw and upper lip, muscles that women drool over…

“I’m twenty-two,” I confirm with a chuckle, trying to calm my throbbing pulse. He physically sighs in relief, and silent laughter fills me as I ask, “I’m guessing you’re an old man?”

He growls against my skin and tickles me, making me squirm and giggle before he wraps his arms around my waist, places his chin on my shoulder, and states, “I’m twenty-eight.”

I smile and murmur, “Not too old then.”

He hums and replies, “Nope, not too old.”

Contentment fills me as I relax into him some more. A guy I’ve just met, a complete stranger, has made me feel safer than I ever have in my life, including with my parents.

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