Falling Under (Falling 3)

My door opens, and Kylie enters, closing the door behind her, and then just stands there, weight on one leg, a shy smile on her lips, eyes bright and happy. She stares at me, just looks until I’m unnerved.

“What?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Nothing. Just looking at you. You’re gorgeous, you know. Like this especially. Naked, with your hair down. All for me.”

Finally she closes the distance between us, sits on the bed. I notice she’s brushed her hair, and I smell soap. “Me? No. But thanks, babe. You’re the gorgeous one.”

“Hey, if I say you’re gorgeous, then you are. To me. You don’t have to think so for it to be true to me.” She laughs. “This is kind of a backward conversation, isn’t it?”

I shrug. “Yeah, kind of, I guess. Does it turn you off that I’m not all…alpha and confident and all that?”

She shakes her head. “No, it doesn’t. But the thing is, you are, when you’re not thinking about it. You just don’t know how to take a compliment. When you’re being yourself, you are confident. You know exactly who you are, and you don’t make any excuses or apologies for that. That’s hot. It’s part of what drew me to you. You were so different, and you just don’t give a f**k. I love that about you. You just need to accept that I think you’re a beautiful person, inside and out. You have flaws, sure. You’ve had a rough life, and the fact that you’re so sweet with me despite how hard you’ve had it is just incredible.”

“Well, thank you.”

She shrugs. “It’s just the truth.” A slow grin crosses her lips. “I still have an hour before I have to be home. Whatever are we going to do to fill that time?”

I play along. “Hmmm. I have no idea. We could watch TV? Play Scrabble?”

She laughs, a light, delightful tinkle. “Sounds boring. I think you should lie down and let me see how long it takes to get you hard again.”

I shift down onto my back, and she sits astride me. “I like this game,” I say, and then my eyes slide shut as her fingers find me, stroke me. “I’m pretty sure it won’t take too long.”

She feathers her fingers over my length, and then rolls the tip between her fingers. Already I feel the blood rushing south, filling me. “Not long at all, it looks like.” Kylie murmurs. “What if I did this?” She lowers her mouth to my cock, licks me, flicks me with her tongue, and then resumes using her hands when I start to grow. “God, Oz. I love this so much. Watching you get hard, touching you and knowing I make you react that way. It makes me feel…powerful.”

“You make my c**k hard just by being you,” I tell her.

She strokes me, long slow lazy slides of her hand along my now fully erect length. “I think you’re ready now.”

I nod. “I think so, too. Tell me what you want, sweetness.”

She opens a condom and rolls it onto me. “Uh-uh. How about I just…show you?”

I groan. “God, I love how you do that, put it on me.” I hold her hips as she settles over me. “Do whatever you want, baby.”

“I plan to.”

Oh, man, I’m so deeply enthralled by her, captivated by the way she’s taking over, taking what she wants, the way she’s so eager and passionate and ready for everything with me.

She’s got my c**k in her hand, the other planted on the mattress by my face to support her weight. She’s straddling my hips, her ass in the air, and she’s lining my c**k up to her entrance. Her eyes narrow and her mouth falls open, and she doesn’t hesitate one single second. She slides me into her tight wet heat, gasping with an open mouth as I fill her.

“Oz…shit, you’re just…just so…fucking…big. It doesn’t seem possible that your c**k could fit inside me.” She sinks down so our hips meet, and I’m deep, so deep. “But it does, and it’s so perfect. Like you were made to fit inside me like this.”

Her spine bows outward and her head descends to press a kiss to my throat, and my hands are roaming her body, sliding over her hips, up her sides, cupping her boobs and caressing her face, and all this while she’s just impaled on me, not moving, both of us reveling in how we puzzle-fit together, how insanely beautiful this is, her above me, kissing all over me, as if her mouth can’t get enough of my skin, and I’m kissing her the same way, all over, everywhere my lips can reach to sip my fill of her milk-pale skin, silk-soft skin, fire-hot flesh.

Nipples between my teeth, tits in my hands, hips between my fingers, eyes like hottest fire, like lightning, like electricity, like the ocean, her breath in ragged puffs, and now she leans onto me, head on my chest, spine bowing out, drawing my c**k so I’m almost slipping out, and I’m trembling with the need to glide in hard and deep, but I don’t—I let her guide us, let her taste the ache of emptiness. She groans and drives me up into her. Rises up on her shins, balancing, and her tits sway heavily as she weaves her fingers into her hair, eyes closed, back arched, head tilted back.

“Ready?” She breathes the question.

“So ready.” I hold her hips and stare at her, filling my eyes and my soul and my memory with this vision of her seductive, erotic beauty.

She grinds on me, a roll of her hips, bites her lower lip, and grinds again. Lifts up, sinks down. Moans my name. Lift, sink, moan. A rhythm then, slow, savoring the out-stroke and the emptiness and the glide as I fill her, and then the deep, grinding fullness, each motion deliberate. Faster then, lifting strokes, her thick, strong thighs rippling as she rises up, her f**king glorious tits bouncing, swaying, and I’m meeting her, matching her, driving up as she sinks down.

“Lick my tits, Oz.” She looks down at me, never slowing our rhythm. “Suck on my ni**les.”

I lift up and she leans down, and I take her left nipple into my mouth, suckle it, nip it, bite gently, lick, kiss the areola and the impossibly soft skin around it. She moans, holds my head to her chest. I shift to suck on her right nipple, bite it just a little too hard and she shrieks, but a smile is on her face when I glance up at her, so I know I didn’t hurt her.

She’s rolling on me now, riding me in a hard, fast rhythm, leaning back and balancing, riding, grinding, taking everything she wants from me and giving me what I need so badly in doing so. It’s all of us, an us that’s fused, two beings merged and made one. I’ve heard the lines about how sex is a man and woman becoming one, and I never got it, scoffed, made fun of it, but god, do I get it now. This is so, so intense, almost frightening how intense. How much I feel every particle of her soul within me, how I know she’s consuming all that I am and that I have absolutely no wish to take myself back. I’ve never belonged, never fit, never been a part of anything. Now I do, now I’m part of an “us” with Kylie, and I’m totally abandoned to it.