When I Fall
Page 78A belt? Shit, how is this going to work? He’s not going to hit me with it, is he?
More important question, would I be into that?
The mattress dips behind me as he climbs back onto the bed. I shift nervously on my knees.
“Put your hands behind your back. Keep your face down.”
A shiver runs through my body as I lower my head to the mattress and offer him both my hands.
He grabs my wrists, pinning them together as the smooth leather of the belt slides under my arms, stopping just above my elbows. I gasp as the belt tightens, pulling my shoulders back.
Holy shit.
“This okay?” he asks softly, leaning over my body to brush the hair out of my face.
He’s always so sweet in these moments before he takes me. Always making sure I’m on the same page as him. I know if I say I’m not, that this is too much he would rip that belt off me so fast I wouldn’t even remember the feel of it.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I reassure him, linking my fingers together. I smile against his lips forming to my cheek. His hands run down my arms, over the belt, circling my wrists. I’m so ready my legs begin to tremble. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
The air leaves my lungs as he drives into me.
“Reed!”
“God, yes,” I pant. “Reed . . . Oh shit.”
He lifts my breasts and tugs on my nipples. He smacks them until I groan.
Over and over he fucks me. There’s no teasing. There never is when Reed takes me like this, rough and wild, desperate and deprived. I writhe underneath him when he slaps my ass with enough force my eyes sting. I moan when he presses words against my back, telling me how hard he is for me, how much he needs this, and how he loves my sweet, tight pussy. How he wants to fuck it until I beg him to come. How he won’t stop until I do.
He pulls out and runs his tongue up my slit, tasting my desire, making me wetter. I buck against his face. He moans as he consumes me, as he sucks and bites my lips. He slaps my ass and kisses the sting away. My arousal oozes from me. I don’t know who loves this more. Him or me.
Me . . . no . . . him. No . . .
He fists my hair and tugs me upright until my hands press into his abs. His chest heaves against my arms. Sweat clings to his skin. He buries his cock inside me and thrusts deep.
God, so deep. So full. I’m so close.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect. You’re so swollen. So trusting, Beth. You know what that does to me?”
I tilt my head, granting his lips access to my neck. My palms form to his skin with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. “I . . . I’d trust you with anything. Everything. I love what you do to me.”
He growls against my skin. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Do you want to come?”
He wraps his arm around my waist, his other hand glides down my stomach. One finger teases my clit. “Let me hear you.”
“Please,” I moan, letting my head roll back.
His thrusts become frenzied, hurried. I know he’s close but he won’t let either of us come until I beg him for my own release.
“Please, let me . . . come. I need to come. Touch me.”
“Beth, yes.” Two fingers pulse against my clit, circling. His hips pound against my ass. “Fuck, fuck, do it. Come on my cock. Come all over me. God, I fucking need this.”
My orgasm builds between my hips, warming my body in that delicious heat, spreading down my spine and arching my back. His arm around my waist slides up my chest and his hand squeezes my throat.
“Oh, God, Reed,” I moan, shaking violently. “Reed . . . Reed.”
He makes filthy noises against my ear as he gives me his release. His pleasure spills into me, mine drips down my thighs. His hand around my neck loosens as he buries himself deep inside me and stills.
We’re both gasping, swaying on our knees.
“Beth,” he sighs, squeezing my breasts, kissing my shoulder. “Beth.”
I smile as my head rolls forward, loving the sound of my name. Loving all his sounds, every note of his voice.
My phone beeps across the room. Reed grumbles against my neck.
“Sorry?” I ask, giggling when he holds me down, preventing me from standing.
He bends his head and sucks on my nipple. “Nothing. I didn’t want any interruptions, but if I don’t eat something soon and replenish my body, I might not be much use to you the rest of the day.” He releases me and rolls to his back. “My dick might also be broken.”
Laughing, I swat at him and climb out of bed. Reed follows suit and reaches for his boxers, stepping into them.
“You like eggs?” he asks. “I’m fucking starving.”
“I like eggs.” I reply, pulling up the new text on my phone.
Mia: Hey! No lunch today. Ben took off the rest of the week and we’re spending all day together. Xoxo
Good. That’s exactly what they need after all they’ve been through.
I watch Reed move toward the door. Stopping himself when he’s almost through it, he turns his head to look at me, bracing his hand on the wall.
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