Page 53 of Quietly Falling
Won’t be able to giveherup.
I pulled on my boxers and nothing else before we finally fell asleep. I made her come twice with my mouth and hand, savoring every single moment of her screaming my name. It was another first.
I’d never gone down on a woman before, but I’m glad it was with Ella. The way she’d bucked her pussy against my face was addicting, her taste imprinted like a drug, and all I want ismore.
“Remind me to send Rhea and Sorren a fruit basket,” Ella murmurs sleepily as she weaves our fingers together, and I can’t help the surprised chuckle that escapes.
“What?”
“A fruit basket.”
“Yeah, I heard that, but why?”
“For this.” She holds up our joined hands and wiggles back against me, my dick taking notice as my brain helpfully reminds me she’s completely naked under my shirt.
I bite back a groan as lust and adoration fight for control in my psyche, lust winning out when the hem rides up her back.
And I’m done.
The curve of her ass and all that smooth silky skin I want to sink my teeth into is on full display.
Fuck, she feels good.
“Still not friends, right?” I manage, rocking my hips against her so she can feel how hard she’s made me.
She gasps, moving our joined hands to her clit, circling and teasing the bud and making me lose my fucking mind becauseholy shitthat’s hot.
“I told you—I licked it, so it’s mine.”
“I didn’t know if that just pertained to last night,” I grunt as she unhooks our hands and guides mine down, pushing my index finger inside her. “You’re so wet, baby.”
Fucking hell, this has got to be heaven.
My eyes roll back as she grinds against my hand. She’s practically dripping, and I’m in danger of coming in my boxers if she keeps this up.
“You need me to shout it from the rooftops?”
“Hmm?” With all the blood in my body running south, I can’t remember what we were talking about and I’m not sure it matters.
She pushes my middle finger inside her and I curve them the way I know she likes and bury my face in her hair when she moans because I’m losing my mind right now and I like it.
And I need her…so much more of her.
“Harder,” she breathes, guiding my hand and rocking her hips until she’s arching back into me and crying out the sweetest release.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Ella.”
“I missed you.” The words come out in a contented little sigh.
“What?”
“I missed you,” she says, rolling over and searching my gaze. “When we got here, it felt like I’d lost the person I’d gotten to know in Tennessee.”
“It’s a habit I’ve had for a long time,” I tell her. “I’ll try to be better.”
“I just need you to talk to me.”
“That’s not easy either. I don’t know how to do this or what we’re even doing,” I tell her, brushing the strands of her hair away from her face, “but I want you and Idolike you. More than I’ve ever let myself like anyone before.”
