Page 5 of Downfall

I’m studying a few framed art pieces when I feel her eyes on me. Turning, I find her caramel eyes watching me. She’s stripped off her leggings, and she stands in the bathroom doorway across the room in nothing but black panties and her cropped t-shirt.

I cross the room in three long strides, walking her backward until her back hits the vanity, and crash my lips to hers in a bruising kiss. She instantly wraps her arms around my neck and leans into me, her peaked nipples brushing my chest through her thin black t-shirt.

Pressing my tongue to the seam of her lips, she opens for me and our tongues collide in a heated tangle of desire. When she moans into my mouth, I swallow the sound, gripping her ass in both hands and lifting her so her legs wrap around my waist. I set her down on the counter, keeping her close with one arm around her middle as I ravage her mouth, taking everything she’ll give me.

After several minutes, she pulls back, and my eyes meet hers as she smiles up at me, her lithe fingers playing with the ends of my hair at my nape. I close my eyes again, soaking in the feeling of contentment I feel as she touches me.

“I need a shower. And I wouldn’t be opposed to company,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over my lips. And if I wasn’t already rock hard, I would be now.

Stepping back, I help her hop down from the countertop. We strip in silence, keeping our eyes on each other the entire time. As I predicted, her body is flawless. She is tiny—probably no taller than five foot two—but she has perfect curves. Her breasts are round and tempting, with small, rosy nipples that I can’t wait to sink my teeth into.

I grab the back of my t-shirt, pulling it off before undoing my button and zipper. She’s watching, waiting with anticipation to see what I’ve got for her. Not one to disappoint, I drop my pants and boxer briefs together, kicking them off as I hear her quick intake of breath.

When I meet her eyes, she schools her expression quickly, as if she’s not phased by my size. But that gasp gave her away, and the fact that she can’t seem to stop glancing down. I definitely don’t mind that look of hunger in her eyes.

“It’s okay, little siren. You can stare. It is yours for the night, after all,” I tell her.

“Don’t get too cocky,demon,” she snarks, giving me a nickname right back, as she runs her thumbs back and forth along her hips beneath the sides of her thong. “It’s not the size that matters. We’ll just have to see if you actually know how to use it.”

When she drops that black lacy thong to her ankles, my mouth waters, and I don’t hesitate. I stride straight to her and wrap her in my arms again, walking her into the shower stall and caging her in against the white subway tiles. Aligning our mouths, I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it harshly until I taste a tang of copper, testing the waters. Bending her over and spanking her peachy ass until she can’t sit down tomorrow would be the highlight of my night, but I have to make sure she wants the same thing before I push my preferences on her.

But it seems she likes it a little rough because she groans into my mouth, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me tighter against her. This night just keeps getting better.

Without breaking our hungry kiss, I turn us so Abby is under the stream of water, her head tilted back to meet my lips. She quickly wets her hair, and though my eyes are closed, I can hear her groping blindly for the shampoo. She must find it because she lathers and rinses her hair, all while her lips are fused to mine.

After she gets conditioner into her hair the same way, we reluctantly break apart to wash up with her body wash. I grab it first, squirting some onto my palm and rubbing my hands together, creating slippery suds. Getting to my knees, I worship her body, starting with her feet, massaging small circles up to her calves and behind her knees, her hands falling to my hair, grasping my hair at my scalp. Abby’s breathing grows heavy as I get closer to her center, rubbing my fingers firmly between her thighs, before pulling away and smoothing up her soft stomach instead. She whimpers and groans as she glares down at me, mumbling something that sounds like “tease” under her breath.

I chuckle, but continue my slow caress of her body, moving over her breasts and rolling her nipples with my thumb and forefinger before pinching them abruptly, making her squirm, slamming her hands against the tiles and throwing her head back.

Keeping a leisurely pace, I run my palms down her sides and hips, stopping to knead handfuls of her ass as I drop small kisses and bites along her hip bones, creeping closer to where I know she needs me most.

“Kolson, please,” she begs, writhing under my touch, finally giving into her desire and wrapping her fingers into my hair again to pull my face closer to her.

I give in, grabbing the back of her thigh to lift her leg over my shoulder. Sliding two fingers through her folds, I growl deep in my throat, finding her soaked for me.

“Fuck, Abby, you’re dripping. And… fuck me. You’re pierced?” I am momentarily stunned into silence, my eyes locked on the shiny metal bar nestled beneath her hood, an emerald-colored jewel resting at her clit and a silver ball above her hood, but my fingers don’t stop. Sinking both fingers into her heat, I feel her clench as we groan in unison.

“You’re next,” she hums, a smile on her lips before she moans again. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me with your fingers.” My dick jumps at her words. I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of her, to feel her wet heat surround me. But that would have to wait. For now, she would come on my face and fingers.

Leaning forward and sucking her clit and piercing between my lips, I lap up her wetness, getting used to the feeling of the ball of her piercing against my tongue. She responds immediately, screaming my name and grinding her pussy onto my face. It is so fucking hot that she isn’t hesitant about taking pleasure from me. I could eat her all night, tonguing the bar beneath the hood of her clit.

She rips at my hair, pulling me so close that I can hardly breathe, but I don’t care. My fingers are being held in a vise, her panting and moaning growing more frantic as I continue my assault on her clit. With a few more hard thrusts, she comes, screaming my name and slumping against me, her knee still hooked over my shoulder.

I am so hard it’s painful, and I need to get this siren into the bedroom. Now.

Removing her leg from my shoulder, we rinse off, then I pick Abby up bridal style, only pausing my steps to turn off the shower and grab a towel on the way to the bedroom, where I drop the towel, then her, onto the bed.

Before she can say a word, I lay my damp body over hers and my mouth is back on hers. I kiss her like I can’t get enough, and at this moment, I can’t. I need her.

I work my way down her jaw and neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks, but I don’t care and she doesn’t seem to, either, if the feral sounds she’s making are an indication.

Stopping at her breasts, I sit up on my knees, resting my aching cock on her mound, right above that fucking piercing. I take in her body, memorizing every part of her as if I’ll never see it again. And maybe I won’t, but I’m sure as hell taking advantage of tonight.

Getting up, I all but run to the bathroom to find my pants, digging a condom out of my wallet. By the time I am back on the bed, I am rolling it on.

Abby is laid out on the bed for me, propped up on her elbows, her knees spread wide and waiting. Her hooded eyes take in my dick once more before biting her lip and looking up at me through her lashes.

“Waiting for an embossed invitation? With pearls? Maybe daisies?” she snarks.

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