Page 30 of Falling for Hailey

I thought waking up in his arms was pure paradise, until his mouth was on mine.

A next-level pleasure rushed through me, and before I knew it, the ripples of heat rolling down my body were making me crazy. He was drawing sexual responses from me with just a kiss. My nipples were tight, my belly swooping like I was on a roller coaster, and I could feel damp heat between my thighs.

I kissed him back for all that I was worth, with the desperation of knowing this might be my only chance to kiss him. For so long, I’d wanted him. First, I idolized him. Then I had a crush. Once I got to know him, I was a goner. The infatuation that kicked in was worse than a thirteen-year-old crazy about a famous singer. No one else could even come close. The yearning, the excitement and anticipation all wound me up until it was a miracle I didn’t start hyperventilating right then. Because this was my one chance.

His hair was so silky between my fingers, and I had a hold of his shirt with my other hand like I wanted to keep him from escaping. He was an incredible kisser, but it wasn’t only his impressive technique. It was because I was kissinghim. Not just some guy, but a man I was attracted to and cared for more than I wanted to admit. It was deeply personal, intimate, and I was aware in every inch of my body—some spots more than others—that this was Rick’s tongue in my mouth, his hand sliding across my ribs, his thumb that just brushed the underside of my breast and gave me a full-body shiver. I shuddered in his arms from the contact and the thrill it sent through me.

He worked his hands under my shirt, and the strong, blunt tipped fingers were cool on my hot skin. I wriggled a little because I was restless with desire. He gripped my hip with one hand and held me still. I bit down on his lip in surprise. He held my hip and then slid his hand into my hair, holding my head and working my mouth over before he kissed his way down my neck, making me shiver and gasp and shudder every place he licked and sucked on my sensitive throat. I was trying to twist in his grip, so turned on that I couldn’t stop moving, writhing in his grasp. He was so strong I couldn’t move much, and that slight bit of restraint gave my pleasure an edge that I didn’t know I liked. I licked his ear because it was nearby and then nipped at his lobe. He liked that and rewarded me with a sound that felt like pure sex clenching between my legs. I bucked and he hauled me over onto his lap where I could sit up and grind on him. I rubbed myself up and down that hard ridge between his legs. It felt like heaven, and like not enough at the same time.

When I was in his lap, he pulled off my shirt and buried his face in my cleavage before he peeled off my bra and started kissing and fondling my breasts. They filled his palms and responded to the slow circles his thumbs made on my taut nipples. My chest flushed and a spear of pleasure was knifing down my belly as he stroked my breasts and plucked at my nipples, finally taking one in his mouth like it was the sweetest cherry he’d ever tasted.

He ran his tongue over it again and again before he drew my breast into his mouth and sucked hard, making me buck my hips against the hardness of his erection. I rolled my lips under, trying not to make a sound, but he was drawing on my nipple relentlessly, his hand in the small of my back to hold me up so he could feast on me. My head fell back as I rocked against him, aching for the friction I needed.

Just then, with one hand, Rick tore open the zipper on my pants and slipped his hand into my drenched panties. His big fingers slid through my wetness as he found my clit and flicked it, rubbed it, making me buck and scream like I’d been electrocuted.

I jerked and flailed in his lap as he kept rubbing me, making my legs shake and my vision go black at the edges. Even as I tried to brace myself, he rubbed me harder and I caught the rhythm, bucking against him just so, feeling another orgasm roll closer as I tried to speed up his strokes, pressing myself into his fingers, but he was in complete control. He drew back a little, slowed his pace, frustrating me. I gripped his shoulder to steady myself, held a handful of his hair as he sucked my neck. I was moaning, panting, begging him for it.

When I said, “please, Rick, please!” he plunged his long finger into my tight, wet pussy and I cried out his name again and again as I came all over his hand. I was crying out, babbling total nonsense. He gave a low, filthy laugh that made me feel like I was a goddess. Then he nudged a kiss under my shin and told me to stand up.

Bewildered, I tried to climb off of him, clumsy, heart still hammering from my climax. He caught my thigh and yanked me back. “Don’t go too far, I just want to get your pants off you.”

It took us a minute to manage to get me out of my pants because I had trouble controlling my legs and making my brain focus on the task at hand after an orgasm so intense I could barely see straight. Finally, he laid me out on the couch and removed them for me while I laughed and tried ineffectually to help. I was all warm and giggly and happy, and I hated not having him close enough to kiss. I kept beckoning to him with my hands, asking him to come closer. He pressed a wicked kiss between my legs, making my whole body light up like a pinball machine with a new high score. I giggled at the idea of that and he kissed me, covering my mouth with his. I kissed him back eagerly, smiling.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my mouth.

He had me stripped down in no time, and to my delight, his big body covered mine. He was careful to support most of his weight on his forearms so that I wouldn’t be crushed by all that muscle, so considerate and tender. But that laser focus of his sharp eyes, his full attention was all on me. It wasn’t hesitant at all, but hungry, demanding, and I rose to meet him, my desire matching his

Decadently, I wrapped my arms around his neck as if he had always belonged to me, as if the two orgasms he’d coaxed from my eager body so easily connected us somehow. His shirt was open, and I reveled in the brush of my nipples against his chest hair when I arched my back under his kiss. Rick’s glorious hands learned the shape of my body, all hot, aching curves throbbing for him to claim me.

My legs slid against his, annoyed that he still had his pants on. I made a sound of protest, unable to speak actual words because I was too far gone. His eyes met mine and he understood. With my help he divested himself of his designer slacks, and I had the pleasure of squeezing his muscular ass.

Then his mouth was on my throat, just below my ear and all the breath whooshed from my lungs. I couldn’t have formed a thought, much less words at that point. He was overwhelming me, his persuasive hands and tongue, until I was spreading my thighs for him. Rick slipped his fingers between my legs again, making sure I was wet and ready. He crooked one finger in my pussy, and I arched against his hand, biting down on my lip to keep from coming. I started shaking hard, my eyes wide as they met his. He looked down at me, his smug grin fading, his brow furrowed in concentration. I let my palms flatten on his strong back, feeling the shift and flex of his muscles as he held himself above me. His cock notched at my entrance, and I sucked in a breath of apprehension. He was so huge, and I wasn’t sure I could stretch enough to fit him. He dipped his head and kissed my lips softly, tipped his forehead against mine in a brief, intimate gesture. I knew he had me, that he was going to take care of me. I trusted him like I’d never trusted anyone else, body and soul.

As he shifted and eased into me, a shallow thrust and then another, so measured and careful, so gentle, I felt myself relax. Reassured, knowing I was safe with him, my body began to open to him. Rick rocked into me, deeper this time, and I tipped back my head, clinging to him. Tears stung my eyes as waves of emotion flooded me, feeling the profound intimacy of him joining with me—a man I’d idolized, learned from, longed for. I felt honored, humbled, and overjoyed, and tears threatened to fall. I clasped my arms around him and held on, ready to take anything he wanted to give me.

I was moving to his rhythm by instinct, with no thought, no intention. Only the way his body led mine, the way I naturally followed his lead. The push and give, the thrust of his hard cock and the soft acceptance of my body formed an undulating wave back and forth, a give and take that seemed to take me to a higher plane, somewhere far off among the stars.

My eyes drifted shut as pure sensation overtook my body. I was aware only of Rick’s heavy thrusts that carried me higher and higher as I clung to him. I heard a high-pitched sound, a scream that broke from me when his cock hit that place inside me that made me spin away into nothingness, ecstasy pulsing through me.

It was exquisite, bittersweet, and I couldn’t stop tears tracking down my face from the overwhelming feelings of connection that piled on top of my orgasm to break down my defenses. He cradled me against him for a moment, kissed my tears, told me I was beautiful. I didn’t let myself withdraw or pretend it was no big deal. I wanted to be real with him, wanted him to see how I felt, how much this meant to me.

When he climbed off of me and offered me his hand to help me up, I felt embarrassed. He was going to help me up and ask me to get my clothes and leave. I had fallen asleep on his couch and then we had fucked there like teenagers, spontaneous and horny. This was going to hurt, I told myself, but I wasn’t going to cry again or let him see that it hurt me. I took his hand and got to my feet unsteadily, since I felt a mess and my legs were still weak. I was ready to ask him if I could clean up in his bathroom when he cupped my face in his hands and started kissing me again.

I rose on tiptoe, joyous, and parted my tender lips as he slid his tongue inside, so delicious and consuming. He wasn’t done with me, that fact sang in my blood. I wanted to scream, clap my hands, twirl with happiness, but I didn’t because all of those things involved letting go of him.

“May I?” he asked, breaking the kiss. I looked at him, puzzled, my arms still around his neck, still standing bare and flushed from his kiss.

His dark eyes bore into mine seriously, and he stooped and slid an arm behind my knees, sweeping me up into his embrace. I gasped as he lifted me, picked me up and carried me to his big bed. I wanted him, and I was too keyed up to make a sound. Rick placed me on the bed and knelt beside it. I had no idea what he had in mind until he grabbed my thigh and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He nuzzled my sex with his nose and mouth, inhaling, tasting, one big hand on my belly holding me down.

Rick sucked one of my lower lips, stroked the pad of his thumb over my slit, making me clench. I bit down on my lip, shocked, warring between embarrassment and the sheer lust I felt. The intimacy of it, so private and filthy, made me shiver. It felt naughty in the best way, seeing him on his knees before me, one big hand hot and strong on my inner thigh, spreading me for him, the other hand working its nasty magic on my pussy with a teasing stroke that he would withdraw just when it was getting good. He was keeping me on the edge, then backing off, making me clench and twist on his hand and then taking it away.

The tip of his muscular tongue circled my clit, flicked at the underside where it was so good that it felt like ringing a bell that vibrated through my whole body, then a quick suck and he went infuriatingly back to lapping at my sex, sliding his tongue inside me while his hand settled low on my belly and his thumb rubbed just above my clit, giving me sharp sensations that were just not enough.

Just when I was so taut, so frustrated I was ready to scream, Rick really went for it, sucking and licking my clit, curling first one and then two fingers into my slippery channel knuckle-deep and pressing up to that certain spot. I came apart as the pleasure bloomed hot and liquid up my spine. As he lapped at my clit, dragging my orgasm out even longer, he withdrew his fingers and surged up onto the bed with me, his mouth on mine, his tongue and lips tasting of me. I was blinded by the end of my orgasm, head tossing back and forth on the bed, as I felt the thick domed head of his cock press at my opening. I flung my arms and legs wide, opening for him in a clumsy desperate way. He chuckled, nipped at my bottom lip and then settled his forearms on either side of my head.

He tipped his forehead against mine again, an affectionate gesture that nearly undid me, and he whispered against my panting lips, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Rick thrust forward, his thick cock nearly splitting me in two. I shifted, trying to adjust to his size even though I was wet and lax from my climax. He paused, slid one hand under my back and pulled the small of my back up into a dramatic arch, shifting everything inside of me, allowing him to plow in deeper and deeper into my body, opening me to him in a way that was more comfortable, and let me take all of him, a deep, slow fuck that made me plow my fingers through his sweaty hair and bite at his lips whenever he tried to kiss me. Every time he pulled out and pushed back inside, it was a revelation.

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