Page 90 of Last Fall

Music was so much of my life. I could remember birthdays, Christmases, first days of school, the day my dad died, all by the music that wasplaying.

Our relationship was nodifferent.

She started giggling when Maroon 5’s “Won’t Go Home Without You” started playing. “Whatisthis?”

I stripped my clothes off and rolled on the condom. “Two years ago. We’d met maybe three or four times and I had it bad.” I fell on the bed pretending to clutch my heart. “This beautiful, gorgeous, brilliant woman with these big green eyes was all I could think about but she wouldn’t give me the time of day.” I rose up and over her. “I was driving over to Jake and Eve’s for a party and I knew you’d be there. This song came over the radio and I thoughtyesI won’t go home without her knowing howIfeel.”

“Oh god.” She covered her face. “Don’t tell me that was the night I flipped outonyou.”

“That was the night.” I peeled her hand back and kissed her cheek, using my nose to nudge her other hand away. “I thoughtdamn, this girl wants nothing to do with mebut I couldn’t stop thinking about what would have happened if you’d said yes. Every time this damn song came on the radio, I thoughtaboutyou.”

I settled my hips against hers, loved the way it felt having her knees pulled uparoundme.

“So you made it the first song on our playlist? This seems wrongsomehow.”

“Nope.” I kissed the side of her neck and sucked softly. “It’s perfect because now I won’t ever go homewithoutyou.”

“Oh,” she sighed as I kissed her again. “Well I guess that’ssweet.”

“Just because the timing was off didn’t mean we weren’t meant to be.” I rocked my hips forward, testing her theory that she was recovered enough for sex. And sure enough, shehissed. “Bad?”

“Not bad. Just...uncomfortable. It stings a little.” Then she clamped down on my shoulders. “Don’t you dare suggestwestop.”

“I won’t. But I will suggest we spend a little more time turning you on.” I didn’t wait for any of her replies. I inched down and went right for the breasts I really hadn’t gotten to worship enough the night before. They were so pale and soft and round with dark pink tips that belonged in my mouth. She liked the way I sucked on them softly, arching up for more and moaning the wordyesover and over until it wasn’t really a word. When her hips started to grind against my abs I moved to the other side, hesitating in order to draw out theanticipation.

I huffed some hot air over the surface and then tongued the tip. I did it again, then waited for her growl of frustration before I did it again. I’d made a great big huge highlighted note in my sex book last night when Zo had gotten worked up. Playing with her nipples had been like turning a key in a lock. I was happy to see the key still workedtoday.

Very well, actually. With her head thrown back and her hands wrapped in the sheets as she arched up to meet my mouth, she was basically serving herself up to me. I just followed heryeses, happily providing service whereneeded.

I circled the tip with my tongue then provided suction. When that seemed to become less effective I used my teeth. Light little teases at first. Nibbles really. Her hips ground up harder and my dick throbbed to be right where she beckoned me, butnotyet.

I needed be sure she was ready because once I entered the Promised Land I did not want to be kicked out. I rolled toherside.

“No,” she whimpered. “Why did youstop?Oh—”

I cupped her with my hand at the same time I went back to teasing her pink peaks.Wet.Very wet.Hot. Supple.She didn’t hiss this time. Granted my index finger was a far cry from the erection I had bobbing between us. Still, I sank it inside without any resistance at all.Thentwo.

She sighed. “OhErik.Yes.”

I felt the pulse of her inner muscles as they clenched my fingers and almost jumped on top of her. Instead I did the work. I thrust my fingers in and out several times. Stretched herabit.

“I want you. Please?” shemoaned.

“Yes.” I moved back over the top of her and positioned myself. I sank in nice and slow then pulled back, making sure to get well lubricated before I settled down on my forearms and kissed her. “Itfeelsokay?”

“Okay? It feels fucking amazing.” She tilted her hips and took me a littledeeper.

Zoe almost never swore. “Fucking amazing?” Irepeated.

She rocked her hips again,whimpering. “Yes.”

“Is this slow enough?” God, I hoped so. If I went any slower Imightdie.

“It’s perfect. I can feel everything. Every inch of you. Your body, your cock, the way youfillme.”

I hadn’t realized how much I was going to love falling for a writer. If she could narrate all our sex, that’d be fantastic. I slid inch by inch, using my weight to enter her. When she wanted more she rolled her hips. And then when there was no more of me to go around, she grabbed my hips and forced herself even further ontomydick.

Since she wanted it slow I didn’t move. “What are you memorizingrightnow?”

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