Page 59 of Needing to Fall
He paused. “Reign, you’ve gotta tell me where this is going, babe.” He coughed again. “I’m doing my damnedest to hold back and not push, but this is like letting a lion out of its cage after being tempted.”
I liked that I tempted him, that I could feel his erection through his pajama pants. I did this to him. That in itself was a hefty thing. It was power, control.
I gripped his hands and brought them to my breasts. He didn’t move them, but the lust pouring from his eyes told me he liked where they were.
“I need to feel you, Lynx,” I told him, moving his hands for him, the warmth seeping into my body.
“Fuck, babe. Are you sure about this?”
I stilled my hands and leaned down to his lips. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.” Then I kissed him as his hands worked my breasts, sending pings throughout my body.
I pulled back briefly. “You need to be patient with me and let me be on top.” I needed that control, to not be pinned down. I knew it would help me to have that little bit of an escape if I needed it, which I hoped I wouldn’t. There was that damn H-word again. I was starting to feel it more and more as the days passed.
“Anything you need, Reign. Anything.”
I kissed him, showing him how much those words meant to me. And they meant the world.
His skin twitched as I moved my hands down then pulled his shirt from his body. He was gorgeous. There was no denying it. From the muscles where they needed to be to the tattoos lining his arms, everything about him was beautiful.
I sat up and raked my small nails down his chest, watching each muscle twitch as they went down.
“That smile is about to undo me, babe.”
Our eyes connected as I stood from the bed, pulling my pants down along with my underwear. He sucked in a breath so deeply I didn’t think there would be any air left in the room for me.
“Damn.”
I had shown my body before, of course, but never to a man who looked at me like Lynx did, not one who held my heart, which he probably didn’t even know.
“Your turn,” I told him.
He removed his clothes without taking his eyes off me. As the pajamas flew by me, I took in all that was Lynx while he lay there, letting me take my fill.
His legs were toned from all the running and his training. It was his penis that caught my attention, though. I had never paid much attention to them before, but the thickness and the way it jutted out to his bellybutton had me a little worried everything would work between us.
Instead of straddling him, I let my nerves win for the moment and lay next to him. “I don’t really know what to do,” I said then quickly added, “I mean, I know what to do, but I … don’t.” I sounded so stupid, so immature for my years. Lynx had to have had a lot of practice at this, while there I was, nervous to even touch him.
“Do you want me to guide you?” he asked, his hand brushing away the stray hair that fell to my eye.
“Yes.”
“I need your hand around me. I want you to feel me.”
I did as he had said, feeling the steeliness of him, yet the flesh was so soft. His hand gripped mine, squeezing him more tightly than I ever would have. I followed him.
“Just like that … up and down.” Then he groaned, “Okay, babe, gotta stop.”
I smiled at that, loving getting to him.
“I need to get you ready for me. You have two choices: either lay your pretty, little ass down on the bed, or you can bring that sexy, little pussy up to my lips.”
An excited, lustful thrill raced through me, and I went with my gut.
“Lips.”
“Get up here.”
Tentatively, I crawled up his chest. He positioned my knees on either side of his head, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed. He didn’t see it that way, though.
