Page 59 of Quietly Falling
“It’s too good,” he groans, rolling me under him and pinning my hands in one of his above my head. “I wasn’t going to last, and I’ll be damned if I finish before I feel your pussy tighten around my dick as you come all over me.”
“Sweet talker.”
“Hardly,” he grunts, pistoning into me. My legs lock around his waist, and I can feel my orgasm building.
Then he tilts his hips and I shatter, throwing my head back into the pillow as I scream his name, his movements frantic and brutal as he slams into me, chasing his own release.
It feels like a lifetime, as wave after wave crashes over me and then he’s coming too, his cock buried so deep inside me I gasp, but he just holds on, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he shudders and groans.
It’s better than I ever could have imagined.
“Heaven’s got nothing on you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my pulse still hammering in my throat.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the moment I fell all the way in love with Bodhi Maxwell.
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BODHI
Ella’snaked body is draped over me, her ear pressed to my heart as I draw lazy circles on her back.I can’t believe that just happened.
I’d cleaned us up after I caught my breath before pulling her tight against me and relishing in the way we justfitlike this.
“I remember what I wanted to tell you.”
“Hmm?” she hums, snuggling tighter against me. “What’s that?”
“Thank you.”
She stills before picking her head up and looking at me with amusement. “You’re thanking me for sex?”
Rolling my lips inward, I try to school my expression. “No, I’m thanking you for being my first.”
“Your…” She blinks at me before pushing up on her elbow, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. “Do you mean your first in a cabin in North Carolina or your first ever?”
“Ever.”
“You’re”—pausing, she searches my face, and I let her, because in this moment I want her to see me because I have nothing to hide—“serious.”
“Yeah,” I confirm, and a slow, devilish smile spreads across those pretty pink lips I can’t get enough of.
“I’m allowed to gloat, right?”
“Is this the kind of thing one gloats over?”
“Being the only one to have you? It’s absolutely that kind of thing.” She presses a hard kiss to my lips, and unable to resist, I thread my fingers through her hair and deepen it, my tongue sweeping against hers until she gives me a contented sigh. “I might even get a shirt made.”
“You made it incredible,” I tell her, unable to stop the surge of emotion from filling my chest.
“Can I ask you something?”
“If it’s why I waited so long, then ask me tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin tonight.”
“You make me want to burn down the whole damn world for having stolen so much of the joy from your life.”
“Ask me something else,” I quietly beg, brushing a kiss against her knuckles before holding our joined hands against my heart.
“Have you put your mouth on another girl?”
