Page 111 of Fall I Want
“Damn,” he hisses, adoration in his gaze. “Come here.”
With my head high, I nearly float over to him. As soon as I’m close, our mouths gravitate together. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “Do you know that?”
“Because I was made for you,” I say as his hand slides down mystomach. His fingers lightly brush against my clit and slide into my slick slit.
“Wet for me,” he mutters, dipping a finger inside my aching pussy. I grab on to his shoulder, a whispered sigh releasing from my throat.
“Always.” I’m breathless, even though he barely touches me and I swear he could make me come on command. “I’ve wanted you all day.”
“Mm, I love that for me.” He pinches the soft skin of my neck between his teeth as he returns his finger inside of me and curls it while his thumb circles my needy clit. I rock against him as he memorizes my body. Then he slowly drops down to his knees in front of me. I run my fingers through his hair as we hold a silent conversation.
“I have to taste you,” he says, lifting my leg over his shoulder. My back presses on the cool glass window and I let out a moan. Zane dives face-first into my pussy. His tongue and mouth focus on my clit as his finger slides deep inside my cunt.
My breathing grows ragged.
“Please fuck me,” I whisper. “I need to feel you again.”
There is zero hesitation as he grabs my hand, pulling me down to him. He unbuckles his belt and pants and allows his cock free. I push myself up on my elbows, watching him stroke himself a few times, admiring the thick veins in his cock. Zane guides me back, kissing me gently, before slamming into me. It’s like he knew what I needed as I scream out, feeling as if he’ll split me in half as he gives it to me hard.
“Zane,” I pant, the intense sensations putting me in a choke hold. I’m his. Every part of me, every inch. “I...”
A flood surges through me and I have an out-of-body experience like I’m desperately chasing my next fix. I’m addicted to him.
“I’m falling for you, Autie,” he whispers, his eyes closed, as hetenses. I’m teetering on the edge, knowing any minute the thread will snap.
“It’s mutual,” I breathe, and he slows as goosebumps trail over me. Zane holds himself up on his elbows, brushing loose strands of hair from my face. His cock fills me full as he soaks in me, our ends meeting.
“I can’t imagine a life without you.” The words fall from his lips like a prayer.
“Then don’t,” I tell him, my back arching when he picks up his pace, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. Immediately, my orgasm rebuilds, and my body begs for release. But before I come, I somehow roll him onto his back. Then I slowly slide down on him, placing my palms on his chest, trying to steady myself as he watches me. Once I take him all in, my eyes move to the city lights surrounding us. It’s the only light in the room.
“You feel good,” Zane grunts as I rock up and down on him. His thumbs are dug into my hips and he thrusts upward, giving me more of him.
“Fuck,” I moan out, my muscles tensing.
And then it happens, my pussy clenches around him and I come hard. It’s one of the most intense orgasms I’ve experienced, almost too much when every muscle tightens. I’m on my back again and he fucks me into oblivion.
“You’re mine,” I say, meaning it, claiming him as I hold him, kissing him. “Mine.”
“Yes,” he says, pumping hard as he empties inside of me.
Eventually, with our eyes still closed, he slowly pulls away, as if he’s fighting against losing the connection. Once he’s pulled away completely, I open my eyes and sit up, spotting the puddle on the floor. Our eyes meet.
My mouth falls open. “I did that?”
“Have you ever . . . ?”
“No,” I say, almost embarrassed.
He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. “So fucking sexy.”
Zane stands and reaches out his hand to me. I take it and he leads me upstairs into a large bathroom, where he turns the faucet. “Will you join me?”
“Yes,” I say, wanting the warm water to soothe my sore muscles. My legs and thighs are like gelatin, especially after last night.
Zane lights a few candles and pours capfuls of something from a golden bottle into the tub. Bubbles immediately form. I dip my toe into the warmth before submerging myself in the depths. He positions himself behind me, moving my hair to the front. His hot breath is on my neck as I relax against him and his arms snake around my waist.
“Did you mean it when you said you couldn’t imagine a life without me?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.
