Page 92 of The Fallacy of True Love
He added another finger, and I clenched around them both, my hips pumping toward him.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers.”
I fought to catch my breath. “You always talk this much in bed?”
“Nope. You inspire me.” Dragging his fingers out of my panties, he brought them to his mouth and licked them, his eyelids fluttering closed.
A shiver ran through me.
“You taste so good.” He looked at me. “Can you come again?”
“Find out for yourself.”
Reaching for my shorts, he made quick work of unbuttoning them, and pulled them down along with my thong. He stared at my core, his eyes darkening further. My thighs pressed together, but he pushed them apart, exposing me to his gaze.
For a second, I thought of the cellulite on my thighs and my multitude of stretch marks. But then I heard him take a staggered breath.
“Maya.” He said my name with such wonder that I forgot to be self-conscious. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I gave a choked laugh because I could have said the same thing about him. “Not before you fuck me.”
He bent toward me, obviously intending to eat me out. I stalled him with my thighs around his neck.
“With your dick, Alonzo.”
“You don’t like oral?”
“I do. Later.”
His frown disappeared. “We’ll do it your way this time.” Straightening, he pulled off his shirt.
I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch as his abs rippled with his movements. He caught me staring and smirked. “Like what you see?”
Raising an eyebrow, I reached for my bra’s front clasp, flicked it open, and freed my breasts. A guttural sound left his throat and I said, “Do you?”
He shook his head, unblinking. “The death of me,” he repeated. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, revealing his erection.
I sucked in a breath. I’d thought that was what he meant about possibly disappointing me, but he had nothing to worry about.
“Is it satisfactory?” Fisting himself, he stroked his length.
“Not bad.”
“You’re hell for my ego, babe.”
“And you like me anyway. Condom?”
He dug into his pocket and came up with one.
“How long has that been there?”
He grimaced. “Since this morning.”
“Planning a date?”
Instead of putting the condom on, he knelt on the bed with one knee on either side of my hips and leaned over me. “More like I was trying to find a way to see you again. And I figured I should be prepared just in case.”
He anchored himself on one hand next to me as the other cupped my breast. Dipping his head, he placed an open-mouthed kiss on my nipple. He worshipped me with his mouth, sucking and licking until I couldn’t breathe from the sensations zipping through me. When he lifted his head, I thought I’d get a chance to catch my breath, only for his lips to move to my other nipple. Somehow, my hands ended up in his hair, holding him tight to me. My hips moved restlessly against his abs while his cock throbbed against my leg.
