Page 189 of The Fall
He takes his time, learning me and the moves that make my toes curl: swirling his tongue around my head, drawing lazy circles before he sucks me deep. Each time, he takes more of me in, sucks more of me harder. I clutch at his pillow, heels digging into the mattress. My thighs quiver around his head. His saliva drips down me and soaks my balls.
He pulls off to catch his breath but keeps stroking me. He kisses the inside of my thigh. “You taste so good.”
God, his voice is roughened and ragged because of me.
He works me slowly, backing off only when my moans break apart and I claw at his shoulders. He nuzzles my thighs then, leaving hickeys and love bites on all my tender places until I can run my fingers sweetly through his hair again. Then his lips are back on me, suctioned around my cock, going down, down, down?—
It’s sweet torture, absolutely unrelenting, building waves inside of me that crash and scream and beg. I rock up intohim, chasing him, needing more. I’m ratcheting higher, tighter, soaring toward a release that feels imminent, inevitable.
“Blair,” I gasp. “Not yet, not yet, not yet.”
He pulls off and slides up the bed, beside me as close as he can. His lips are swollen and wet, his eyes dark and wild, and he kisses me so deeply I taste myself on his tongue.
This kiss is deeper, hungrier, all thoughts of restraint abandoned. His tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth, overwhelmed. He threads both hands through my hair. “Torey…” It’s barely a whisper.
Our cocks slide sticky-slick between our bellies, my hips rolling into his, his cock right up against mine. He wraps his arms around me and pulls us closer, until no air remains between us except what we can trade between our kiss.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. He hooks one thigh around my leg.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confesses.
“I have, too.” He can’t know how true that is for me, how it feels like I’ve lived lifetimes loving and losing and loving him again.
Friction builds unbearably between us. I kiss away each of his gasps, his moans. His hand wraps around us both, stroking, and I add my hand to his, our fingers intertwining.
“Like this?” he asks, voice strained.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Just like that.”
We move together like waves finding shore. His eyes, God, his eyes ruin me. There’s nowhere to hide, nothing between us but truth, and I see everything in him. Blair’s eyes, his lips, the little gasps and tremors and moans he drops into my soul—they are my world.
We take our time, stretching minutes into forever. I’m going to drown inside of him, lose myself entirely, and when I do, it will be perfect. I’ll shatter, and shake out all my broken pieces,all the wrong fantasies and desperate hopes that rotted within me, and I’ll be made new, made whole, madehis.
He’s close, so close. I feel the tremors running through him, the way his whole body strains. He breathes my name; I ride the edge with him.
His hand tightens around us, and that’s all it takes to push me over.
Release rips through me, violent and all-consuming, stealing my breath, stealing my sight. Blair follows a heartbeat later, his face buried in my neck, a long, low groan torn from him, his cum hot and thick on my skin.
We lie like that, tangled and catching our breath, the only sounds the whisper of the ceiling fan and the distant lap of water against the dock. We shift closer until our knees bump, our calves hook, and our toes curl tight together under the sheet tangled at our feet, as close as spent waves and sea foam.
Blair kisses my forehead, my cheek, my lips, soft like the dawn waiting beyond the horizon. “I’ll be right back.”
He returns with a warm washcloth for us both. When he’s done, he tosses it aside and slides back into bed, pulling me against him.
“Are you okay?” This is new territory for us, a line crossed that we can’t uncross.
His eyes are vulnerable and beautiful. “I’m great,” he says. “Better than great.” His hand comes up to my face, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “You?”
“I’m...” Words fail me. How do I tell him I’m broken open and put back together all at once? “Perfect.”
He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
We breathe together in the quiet. His heartbeat thumps steady under my palm. His skin is warm against mine, damp with sweat, and I can’t stop touching him.
I shift closer, throwing my leg over his. The sheet rustles as it slides further down our bodies. Blair’s arm tightens around my waist, drawing me half on top of him until we’re chest to chest.
