Page 92 of Fall for Me

I gave a low chuckle. She knew this was the one place words came easily for me. They came because she knew I felt the effect they had on her, how I wanted to keep making it happen. It turned me on so fucking much to see desire widen her pupils; dampen her skin.

And other parts.

“You told me you came without me there,” I growled. “That you took your tits out of your shirt and stuck your hands down your pants. That you played with that sweet little pussy without me.”

She moaned, closing her eyes, and I transferred both her hands to one of mine, keeping them pinned over her. I trailed my free hand down her neck and along her collar. I slid my fingers under the bottom of her bra, gently sliding it up so her tits sprang free. But I didn’t touch her. Instead, I ran the back of my hand between her breasts while she whimpered, her nipples puckered into tight buds. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

I ran a thumb over her nipple and she gasped, whimpering as I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. I tugged at it, making her shake them for me.

There was a thud that must have come from next door, but it reminded me how little time we had.

“You better make it quick,” she said. “Before it’s too late.”

I pushed aside the pain that hit me at that. Luckily, I was so engorged now, it was all I could do to remember to breathe.

I unzipped my pants. Maybe we had more time. Maybe enough to lay out and stretch things out a bit. But I didn’t want to risk it. I couldn’t risk not feeling her wrapping herself around me one last time before everyone came flooding in and the night was no longer ours.

I kept her hands up over her head as I slipped my hand into her panties, my fingers seeking that part of her that made me go so tight with need.

She was hot and so wet already. I groaned, my cock straining against my suit. I slipped her panties down, then wasted no time in finding the nub of her clit. She moaned when I hit it, and for a moment I worked it until she was breathing fast, her pulse throbbing in her throat.

“Fuck me, Seamus. I want your cock. Right now.”

I pulled myself out of my pants and she strained against my hold, trying to reach for it. “No,” I said. “No touching.”

I bent down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking on the hard pinkness, flicking it with my tongue. While she moaned and arched her back for me, I lined my cock up under her slit. I bit down on her nipple, just enough to distract her, and when she closed her eyes, I stood up and in one quick move, drove my cock into her hot, wet center.

She cried my name, but I knew she wasn’t in pain. Not like that first night, where I could see it edging through her pleasure.

She knew how to take me now. She held her breath, widening her legs so I could go all the way in. When my balls hit the bottom of her pussy, I shuddered with the pure, white-hot pleasure that shook me.

“Oh… God,” Chelsea breathed, her eyelids fluttering.

Finally, I let her hands go so I could better grab her hips. I lifted her so her pussy slid up my length, my whole body straining as I lifted her so my whole shaft slid out of her, only the tip remaining. I held her there a moment, pressing her against the wall, her toes barely touching the ground.

“You want it?” I asked, pulsing my tip in and out of her.

“Fuck, yes, I want it,” she said, straining. Sweat beaded at her temples.

I pulled her down hard onto my cock. She screamed so loud, her mouth open in pleasure, that I had to clap a hand over her lips.

I used the wall after that, pinning her against it with my cock, thrusting into her over and over, faster and faster, my balls tightening as she bit down on my hand.

She was close. I knew she was. But I wanted her to come, too. She might like this, but I wanted to be sure. I pulled her off me and she breathed a sound of displeasure, but I turned, falling back on the couch, and she understood. I lowered my pants to mid-thigh and held my cock for her while she kicked her shoes off and climbed up, straddling my dick; hovering above me. Then, with a wicked look in her eye, she turned around. My cock swelled even more than I thought it could. With her back to me, she hovered a moment, then dropped onto my dick, both of us moaning as I tilted my hips up to make my cock completely disappear inside of her.

After that, she was driving. She rested her hands on my knees and bobbed up and down on my dick, her ass slapping my stomach over and over again.

Every time I fucked her, I lasted a bit longer. But I still couldn’t make myself last as long as I wanted to. I wanted to fuck her for hours. Every which way until she was swollen and sore and couldn’t walk straight.

I wanted it rough and hard, soft and tender.

But this was what I had now, and I had to take back control before I shot my load into her.

“Slow down,” I said, pleading almost, and she complied. I sat up, bringing my fingers to her clit. My other hand massaged her tit and with my face pressed against her naked back, I knew it would only be a few seconds for both of us.

“Chelsea,” I said as she tipped her head back onto my shoulder. “God, Chelsea you’re so fucking perfect,” My chest tightened with the truth of it, and she slowed down as I sped up my hand.

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