When I Fall

Yes. Fuck, yes, please.

She slides her tongue along my bottom lip, then squeaks and quickly pulls back, looking startled as she backs away. “I’m sorry. Was it okay that I did that?”

I stare down at her, panting, my breathing all over the place, my cock harder than steel. “Are you fucking kidding me? I was worried I would never kiss you again.”

She bites her lip, then grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me inside. “Kiss me again now.”

My hands are in her hair, my mouth moving over her lips, along her jaw, up to her cheek. She shudders in my arms when I bite her neck. “God, there’s so much I want to do to you right now.” I grip her ass, lifting her. “Legs, sweetheart.”

She wraps them around my waist, moaning when my cock presses against her. “Reed,” she gasps, tilting her head back as I lick the skin I’ve just marked. “What do you want to do? Tell me.”

Her back hits the wall. “Everything,” I say against her lips, dragging my teeth along her skin. “I want to put my mouth all over you. I want my fingers inside that tight little cunt while I suck on your clit.” She moves her hips, grinding against me. I press my mouth to her ear as my hands knead her ass.

God, her ass.

“I want to watch those perfect fucking lips wrap around my cock, sucking me while you finger yourself. I want you bent over, spread out on the floor, tied to the bed while I’m fucking you raw.”

I carry her up the stairs while her mouth devours mine.

She sucks on my bottom lip, dropping me to my knees halfway up the stairs. My hands pull at her jeans.

“I want everything.” She lifts her hips for me, her eager fingers pulling at my belt. “I want you to take me right here because you can’t wait any longer.”

I groan when she pumps my cock. “What does it look like I’m doing? You’re lucky I didn’t take you on the porch.”

Her feet push my jeans down my thighs after I slide her panties off. She lays back, drops her knees to the side, and opens up that bare pussy for me. My cock slides between her legs, pushes against her clit, and the moan she gives me causes my balls to ache.

“Beth.” I kiss her like I always kiss her, like I’m starved for everything this woman gives me. I slide in the first inch and moan into her mouth, fighting the urge to thrust my hips.

So wet. So warm and tight.

Tight. Wet. Warm. Perfect.

My legs shake. “God, you are fucking unreal.”

She grabs my hips, her pelvis tilting up, seeking me. “Reed, please, move.”

An inch more, slower this time.

She writhes against me like she’s not loving this, but I know she is. Every tiny squeeze her pussy is giving me keeps my pace. I move my lips along her neck, sucking her skin as I grip the step above her head. She digs her heels into my back when I’m balls deep.

“Oh my God.” Her hands pull down the straps of her shirt, freeing her tits.

I run my tongue over a hard peak as I begin to move.

“Ow. Ow. Oh.”

I freeze, raising my head. “What’s wrong? Shit, am I hurting you?”

“Stairs.” She winces, shifting her back.

I lift her, my cock sliding in and out as I get us to the top of the stairs. She moans in my ear as I lower her to the floor. “Better?” I ask, bracing my hands beside her head and driving into this perfection I don’t deserve.

Her mouth falls open, her eyes roll closed. “Shit. Oh, God. Reed, that feels so good.”

I wrap her legs higher on my waist, getting deeper, needing her deeper still. “I want all of me inside you. Every inch, Beth.”

All of me. All of you.

You and me.

“Yes.” Her hands claw at my shirt as her eyes flash open. She pulls my face down to hers, kissing me. “I want that too. That’s all I want.”

My muscles burn, the sweat beading up on my forehead, pooling around my neck. I fuck her slow until she’s begging for faster. My mouth can’t get enough of her skin. My fingers can’t hold enough of her flesh. I’m all over her, taking everything and still telling her I need more. I whisper her name between her tits. I moan it when she pulls my hair. Her hips start circling underneath me, seeking more, needing . . .

“Reed,” she breathes, her body shaking. “Oh shit. Ohshit, ohshit.”

I push her knees against her chest and drive into her, faster, harder, giving her more when she clamps down on my cock. She’s panting beneath me, cheeks flushed, her dark hair sticking to her skin. My spine tingles at the base, my balls draw up.

“Can I come in you?”

She nods through a moan, sucking on her lip, arching her back off the floor.

Arms flexed, thighs shaking, I lose my breath, my rhythm, my fucking mind as I release inside her, giving her all of me.

“Oh, fuck. Beth. Fuckkkk, I . . .”

“Harder,” she demands.

I give her harder, deeper, every fucking inch. “God, you’re perfect.” With one final thrust, I collapse, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. “Beth,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her skin. “Beth.”

She moans, her hands moving beneath my shirt. “I love that. You always say my name at least twice after you come.”

“Yeah?” I ask, leaning back to look at her.

I hate that she has to tell me that. I should fucking know what I do after I come inside this woman. Never again. I need every memory of her. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">