Page 299 of Falling Backwards
As her smile grows, silence briefly settles around us.And something shifts between us, ripples, tenses in a familiar and welcome way.
Maybe because we have our hands on each other’s skin.Maybe because there’s an aspect to happiness that’s hot.Maybe because this quiet is a reminder that we’re quite alone here since her friends are at work.
“And the other half of why you did it?”she murmurs back.
The feather-light drag of one of her fingertips down my spine makes me shiver, makes me sway a little bit closer to her.
“Because I could see you loved it.”My own voice is going breathy now.“I wanted you to let yourself have it.Let yourself grab hold of something fun and not….”
The rest of that sentence fades into my mouth going against hers.
She makes a delicate, wholly feminine noise in the back of her throat that melts into the quiet groan I can’t keep in because she’s tugging my hips against hers.
In a breath between kisses, she whispers, “Thank you.”
“Anytime and always.”I lightly catch her bottom lip in my teeth, then swallow the fuller sound she makes because I need, need, need to kiss her more.
It’s not long before the crop top and my shirt are off of us and on the floor.
I sigh against her mouth.“I want you.”
She nods, her brushing hands leaving a trail of sweet smolders down my chest.“Have me.I want you too.”
I put one palm at the small of her back and use the other to push us away from the wall.
As soon as we’re in her room and out of the rest of our clothes, I get her laid back on her bed.It’s hard to resist her trying to pull me on top of her, but I manage because so many places on her body need kissing.I do my best at seeing to it; my mouth and hands bow to her chest, and she gasps and says my name and sinks her fingers into my hair, her back arching.I work downwards and her breaths rise and fall more shakily all throughout her.
I kiss her soft navel, her side, her hip.Gently yet deliberately, I cup her thigh in my hand and nudge it upwards, more open, then graze my nose down the crease of her leg.
I can feel the tension of her trying not to lift herself against my mouth.Can feel the deep huff of her exhalation.
Fuck, as badly as I want to climb back over her so we can just go, I also want her on my tongue.I wanted it the night we put everything between us out there and finally, truly made up.I’ve wanted it since then in less intense flickers, always either being satisfied with physically loving her in other ways or being distracted from it altogether by life.
I look up along her body, over every curve, swell, dip—so many of the bare inches I’m going to spend my life becoming best friends with—and meet her eyes.They’re full of wanting and shyness and adoration, just like the color in her cheeks is.
Squeezing her thigh and flattening other my palm over her stomach, I murmur throatily, “Can I please…?”
It all heightens about her: that look in her eyes, that blush, that tension in her muscles and how she breathes through it.
I see her nod, and I try not to outright moan as I slip my arms under her legs, take her waist in my hands, and finally move my kisses to the center of her.
But I can’t hold back worth a damn when me tasting her quickly brings exquisite and unbridled sounds out ofher,quickly brings the ache between my own hips to a heavy need.My moans are the deep match to her prettier ones.
We lose ourselves in this; I am, once again, lost to her.
I happily take my time here, not only because I already love this with her as much as I imagined I would but because I’m determined to make it just right for her.And fuck, she fills every second with some kind of appreciation—words, touches, movements—and it’s all just….
It’sso good.
So gorgeous.
So gratifying.
And I’m not even the one who comes from it in the end—no, that’s my fucking girl with her unstoppable, “Oh my God, Luke,” bursting through the air and her fingertips digging into my forearms.
It’s outstanding.
Still not on the level of really, truly having her, though.As evidenced by the shudder that rocks down through me once she’s caged beneath me and I’m settling into doing that very thing.
