Chapter Eighteen
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE FALL IS INEVITABLE
EZRA
I hope it never ends.
But I can’t say that. I can’t push her that close to the edge, in the hopes that she’ll fall with me. Instead, I lean toward her, so close I can feel the strands of hair framing her face brush against mine.
“Don’t get hurt,” she whispers, words that I want to taste.
“I’m a big boy,” I remind her, wishing she would let go of her reservations and just… be .
As if to prove the point, I back her against the nearest tree, my gaze settled on her lips. She tilts her chin with indignation, pride shining in her eyes, and my hand finds her neck. I press my thumb into the soft space above her collarbone before using my fingers at the back of her neck to bring her to me.
It’s madness. It’s trying to convince, begging to stay, wishing to go, all at once. Her soft lips meld against mine and I try not to fall in love with her.
I try so fucking hard.
The fall is inevitable.
I pull away from her, pressing my fingers against her parted lips. She opens her mouth and sucks them.
“Think you can handle me?” I ask, taking it to a place we’re both comfortable with. She can handle lust, desire, slick sex that makes it impossible for us to stay away for too long.
“I know I can,” she answers before we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, fabric ripping and stretching.
I hardly have her panties down before I’m sliding my palm against her, hissing at the warm wetness that greets me.
She may reign supreme, but this is where I rule.
I follow her down as she pulls her shirt off, revealing a delicate pink bra. It’s nice, but it’s nothing compared to what I have for her upstairs. I want to see her in the lingerie I bought her while I was gone, to watch every natural and delicate curve fit into extravagant little straps that were made to bring men like me to their knees.
Which is where I currently am.
Her bare breast is revealed, its dusty rose peak is sheer perfection as I run my thumb over it, watching her lips quiver in reaction.
But there’s no time to continue before she’s tugging at my shorts, her eyes widening at the sight of my erection.
This is where most men would let their egos take over and say something moronic like, “Like what you see?”
But I’m a grown ass man. I know she likes what she sees.
As if she agrees, she moves onto my lap, taking over as I lean back against the tree. When she sinks onto my cock, I try to rein in the desire to hold her there and never let her go.
She’s wrapped around me in a snug grip that confirms that this is where I’m supposed to be. Right here with her.
As she rides me, the guttural tones coming out of me are come from an ache that feels foreign. Like I’d yearned to fuck like this, in a way that includes feelings and longing.
I push her hair from her face and yank her to kiss me, loving the way she makes little sounds of her own. We chase our orgasms with our mouths joined, sharing the same breath. I can feel the orgasm rolling through me and I try to keep it at bay, but the way she grips me makes it impossible.
And as she uses my body for her pleasure, unknowingly bringing me alongside her, I know this is right where I want her.
If only I can figure out a world where this exists.
I’ll create one, if I have to.