Page 54 of Needing to Fall
“Babe, I can feel your body tightening. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. Nothing.” He gave my lips a soft peck. “Everything was fucking amazing. I knew that spark was in you. Fuck, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry … I—”
“No sorry. No going back, Reign. You did nothing wrong. It was fucking perfect. I am the one slowing things down. I don’t want you jumping too soon, babe. You’ve told me your past, so you’ve gotta let me take care of you, make this good for you.” He kissed me again. “Fuck, now I can’t stop tasting you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“I shouldn’t have…” Everything he was saying was wonderful, and parts of me were so excited he felt this way, but the other parts were telling me it was my fault, that what I was doing was wrong. That was why he didn’t want to take it further. And how far did I want to take it? Now that the lust levels had gone down, did I want to take it to us being naked together? So many questions.
I was realizing quickly why Lynx had slowed us down. I got it.
“You should kiss me more. Abso-fucking-lutely.” He kissed my lips all too quickly. “But let’s eat, talk, and take this at our own pace. No one is setting rules for our lives. We do that. We decide when it’s the right time.”
I nodded, feeling so damn happy he’d had the strength to take a breather. This was more than some passion-filled moment. This would determine how things progressed with us from here on out, and I didn’t want to screw that up.
“Let’s eat,” I said with a smile, the giddy feeling making the warmth fill me.
Was it joy I was feeling? Yes, I thought it was, and I let it. It was one of the best feelings I had ever had.
***
Dinner flew by in a flash. Lynx would ask me questions about my night at work, and I would ask about his night. We kept things light, without the heaviness of the moment we had shared falling down on us like a ton of bricks.
I didn’t feel panic. The emotions I felt when I first got there didn’t arise. I felt comfortable, like I was meant to be in that exact spot at that exact moment.
Lynx lead me over to his couch after dinner, putting some movie on then patting the cushion next to him. I sat, and then he pulled me up against his body. Damn, did it feel good: warm, hard, safe, comforting—all the things that I never thought I could have in my life. With Pepper at our feet, it felt … right.
As the movie went on, I didn’t feel right. Not sick, but different. I looked up into Lynx’s eyes.
“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t like the movie?” he asked as I stared at those lips.
I wasn’t sure where my sudden boldness manifested from as I fully turned into his arms.
“I need you to kiss me,” I told him softly.
“You sure about that, babe? ’Cause if you are, I’ve got no problem with that.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He reached around me, running his fingers through my hair as our lips connected. While he had let me lead before, this time, he took over. I felt the power of each touch down to my core. I felt Pepper move away yet was too caught up in Lynx.
Our tongues massaged each other’s, each one trying to dive deeper. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, and I lost myself in it, only allowing myself to feel, not think.
Somehow, I ended up straddling his legs, my core rubbing against his hard shaft. My hips moved of their own accord, brushing up and down his length, hitting a place on my body that I had never allowed myself to experience.
He groaned in my mouth as we continued locking lips, dueling it out for supremacy. I found that I really loved kissing this man.
I rocked my hips back and forth as he broke away from the kiss, his words coming out breathless. “Babe, I want you to rub me until you come. I want to see it.”
I had no time to say anything before his tongue dove back into my mouth. I kissed him back with all the passion that coursed through my veins. I did as he had said and rocked my hips, loving the friction between our jeans and bodies.
When I had said I had closed that part of me off, I hadn’t been exaggerating. I had never had an orgasm before. Not self-induced, not when I was with anyone, ever. I had never allowed myself to feel any of that. I had faked it with a couple of men who got pissed I wasn’t going to, but that was the extent of it. Therefore, this building in my body was like a slowly churning tornado, building speed with each swivel of my hips.
I hit just the right spot, and my body set off like a rocket as explosions went through every nerve and piece of flesh on my body. I screamed out, not able to hold it in as it crashed over me again and again.
“Fuck,” Lynx groaned out, his hands on my hips, moving me so I could feel the aftershocks with each tilt of my hips.
My eyes shot open to his, immediately thinking I had done something wrong. However, his eyes were lidded, a sense of serenity, more than normal, washing over his features.
“What’s wrong?” I asked in a bit of a panic.
