Chapter 26 Aerin
AERIN
This is really happening.
Maybe I should stop. Falco’s hardly in the best state for anything like this, but he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me and heat’s building low in my belly that I can’t ignore. So, in a rush of confidence that I grasp before it can escape, I pull my shirt over my head and cast it aside.
My heart pounds wildly in my chest like it’s trying to break free from the confines of my ribs. I can’t look Falco in the eye. It’s such a bold move, but what if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he’s the kind of man who only truly appreciates a slim body with a flat stomach?
As soon as that intrusive thought spikes through my mind, I shove it away.
Falco’s not that kind of man. His hands rest lightly on my thighs, and his fingertips suddenly dig into my flesh, drawing my eyes up.
In the past few seconds, his eyes have grown impossibly dark and his lips rest about an inch apart as he stares at me.
Every half second, his eyes dart down to my breasts then back to my eyes, almost as if he’s trying not to stare.
I want him to stare.
“How…” I croak and my cheeks flush as the words catch in my throat. “How do I look?”
“You really have to ask me that?” Falco sounds like something is pressing on his neck from how hoarse his throat is. With a dart of pink, his tongue swipes across his lower lip. “You’re torturing me,” he adds. “Looking like that when I’m like this.”
“Should I stop?” Concern rises within me, but before it can chase away the building warmth of lust Falco’s hands tighten on my thighs once more.
“Not on your life,” he replies. “But…Aerin. Your first time, it shouldn’t be like this.”
“Why not?” I place one hand lightly on the bed as I lean over him. “I have everything I want. The man I want. The privacy I want. Control of the pace. What more could I ask for?”
“But—”
Our eyes meet and I see deep in his eyes what he really means.
He doesn’t think he’s worth breaking this rule for. If we go any further, we’re signing a death warrant for him and for me.
“I want to,” I whisper, lowering until our noses brush together. “I almost lost you and it made me realize you’re the only thing I want. I don’t care about anything else. This…it showed me how quickly things can change, and I don’t want anything else in my life but this.”
Falco’s head tilts, gently nudging his nose against my own.
“But,” I continue softly, “if you want me to stop then I will.”
His rough hands slide from my thighs up to my back. The moment he touches my bare skin a shiver sweeps up my spine and sends goosebumps cascading down my arms.
“I want,” he says hoarsely. “What I want…”
I see the storm in his eyes, the debate back and forth between desire and duty.
Then he kisses me.
His chin lifts and his lips cover mine with a prickle of beard against my chin.
Balancing on one arm, I cup his face with my other hand and kiss him back.
It’s messy and a little awkward as I try to work out what to properly do with my lips the longer the kiss goes on, but it grows easier as Falco takes the lead.
His lips weave between mine, kissing my upper then my lower.
Then his head tilts and his tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, encouraging them to part.
The second they do, his tongue delves into my mouth and I squeak in surprise.
Falco immediately draws back against his pillow, panting heavily. “I’m sorry. Too much?”
“No!” I shake my head as disappointment swells like a cloud in my stomach, mingling with the growing ache between my legs. “It was nice I just…” Warmth flushes my cheeks. “I don’t know what to do with my tongue.”
A warm, pleasant smile pulls Falco’s lips up to the right and he moves one hand from my back to rest against the side of my neck. “It’s…it’s like how you would say the word low.”
“Low?” I repeat.
“See how your tongue moves if you do it slowly?”
“Low,” I repeat, much slower. “Like that?”
“Yeah. You move your tongue like that but against my tongue, matching it to the natural movement of your jaw during the kiss.”
His words ignite memories of an old fantasy in the back of my mind. Kissing lessons with a sexy man used to entertain my thoughts long into the night as a teen.
“Let me try again,” I whisper.
Falco obliges with a smile, only this time I lean down to kiss him fully so he doesn’t have to strain up to meet me.
Our lips meet and we follow the same dance until his tongue teases for entrance into my mouth.
I follow his instructions the best I can, trying to follow the curl of my tongue as his slides against mine.
With my eyes closed and an impossible heat building between us, it grows easier by the second.
My heart races and each delicate slide of his tongue against my own stokes the fire consuming me on the inside.
Everything feels alert, and I’m hyper-aware of everything around me.
The sheets beneath my palm, the prickle of Falco’s beard, the firmness of my skirt’s waistband around my middle, the bite of my bra strap against my shoulder.
Every kiss ramps up how sensitive my body is until fire licks at my mind and a deep throb pulses between my legs, matching the pounding of my heart. It doesn’t hit me how turned on I am, though, until the kiss breaks with a gasp and I sit back on Falco’s hips.
The immediate pressure of his body and the hard line of his cock against my pussy sends a jolt of pleasure through me. It’s so strong that I squeeze my thighs together in shock and Falco grunts beneath me, his hands shooting back to my thighs.
“Oh shit,” he gasps. “That was just a kiss.”
“A really good kiss,” I groan. “Oh god, I can’t wait any more. Can I? Please…”
Falco’s already nodding.
In this moment, nothing else matters. My core throbs with heat I can’t control, and a deep ache inside me turns my thoughts to mush. There’s only one thing I want.
Falco’s cock inside me.
Shifting on the bed, we work together to pull the blankets down then his joggers, exposing his hard cock to the air. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of it and we both pause.
It’s not the first I’ve seen, technically, but in real life it’s so different. His cock is firm and long, with wetness beading at the swollen, dark tip and soft curls of dark hair nestled at the base. I don’t mean to stare but somehow everything about it is perfect.
“You’re going to make me shy,” Falco croaks, alerting me to the fact that I’m just staring at his dick.
To soothe him, I immediately wrap my hand around the shaft and a moan punches out past his lips. His head rolls back into the pillow and he pants rapidly. In the back of my mind, I distantly fear something happening to his stitches, but I’m too far gone in lust to actively do anything about it.
I trust Falco knows his limits.
“Is it weird that I think it’s pretty?”
Falco bursts out laughing, covering his mouth with one hand, and he gazes at me with such adoration that my heart melts. “No. But that’s definitely a first.”
“I do think it’s pretty.” To prove my point and satisfy my own curiosity, I lean down and quickly press a soft kiss to the silky crown, coming away with the sudden new, slightly salty taste of pre-cum on my lips.
It only further ignites my desire, and I slip back onto his lap, lift my skirt, and wiggle out of my panties.
Part of me is too shy to remove my skirt entirely and Falco doesn’t push me to.
“Aerin.” My name slips from him deep and throaty, almost like a prayer.
I glance up at him and we lock eyes. “Mhm?”
“Trust yourself,” he says. “Take it slow.”
Slow is easy in theory, but I’ve never been this turned on with my own thoughts or fingers. The closest I got was that drunken escapade in the shower, but even then he only touched me a few moments before I came. This is different.
I lift myself up, reach underneath for his cock and position him so I can adjust myself and find where we meet. His hands move up and down my thighs, each rough patch of his palm leaving trails of heat across my skin.
I almost can’t breathe from how badly I want this. Every other thought flees from my mind as I sink down and the moment the crown of his cock touches my pussy, my heart leaps up into my throat.
I’m really doing this!
The first inch of his length inside me is…
strange. There’s no word to describe the pressure or ache of his cock stretching me open.
It’s more than my fingers, far wider than anything I’ve had inside me before, but the sensation is strangely…
addicting. I close my eyes and focus entirely between my legs as I sink down and take another inch.
He’s inside me. This thick, heady weight that’s connecting us. Another inch and I start trembling all over, beginning to struggle with keeping myself up while moving this slowly. The deeper he reaches, the more I instinctively yo-yo between it being too much and not enough.
Not enough wins out.
Another inch or so and suddenly I’m seated fully in his lap with his cock so deep inside me that it feels like it reaches my stomach. I pant and open my eyes.
Falco’s face is twisted in pleasure, his lower lip curled into his mouth and his brows creased, but he’s watching me with dark intent. When our eyes lock, he smiles.
“Holy shit, Aerin,” he groans. “You feel like silk.”
“Is that good?” I gasp.
Falco laughs softly. “Is that good? Honey, that’s amazing.”
Honey.
My heart melts and I lean forward to kiss him. But as I do, his cock slips a sliver out of me and a flash of pleasure spears through my entire body, drawing a soft moan from my throat. I cover my mouth in alarm. Where the hell did that come from?
Falco’s hands move to my waist for support, and his jaw grows sharp even through his beard with how he clenches his teeth. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I gasp. “I just…am I doing it right?”
“You’re adorable.” The strain in his voice is evident and his grip tightens. “You do whatever feels right. Whatever you need, I—”
I silence him by sitting back and returning that inch inside of me. His eyes roll and pride swells in my chest.
Finding my rhythm takes a few tries. The pain of being stretched is like the ache of a bruise but it’s not entirely unpleasant, and it pales in comparison to the jolts of building pleasure with each rise of my hips.
His cock strokes every nerve inside of me, and each rock down adds delicious pressure to my clit.
It becomes a game of working out exactly how to position myself, and, as pleasure builds and I find a rhythm I like, everything changes.
Chasing pleasure becomes my only goal.
Up and down, back and forth, I ride Falco as desperately as I dare. Any time I move too hard or too fast, he warns me gently, and we find a balance that satisfies us both while keeping this pain-free for him.
Nothing else in the world matters.
There’s me and him.
That’s all I want.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
It’s more than a crush, it has to be. And the way Falco looks at me? The way he caresses my thighs and whispers words of gentle praise? I’m more than an obligation to him.
I knew it.
My orgasm crests without warning and catches me by surprise, and it’s nothing like I’ve seen online.
My breath goes quiet, my body tenses up, and pleasure explodes through me with an intensity I’ve never, ever experienced before.
Instead of moaning loudly, it’s like I’m caught in a bubble and suspended just to experience wave after wave of ecstasy as it rolls through me.
Falco shudders and groans beneath me, finding his end at almost the same time as me.
Then, once my orgasm releases me from its grasp, I’m finally able to take a breath and a thousand shivers roll through my body.
Exhausted and clammy, I sag forward and roll to the side so I hit the bed. Falco’s softening cock slips from me in a hot, wet rush and I land next to him, trembling. To the best of his ability, he immediately wraps his good arm around me and draws the covers over us both.
“Are you okay?” he asks, lust still tinging his voice. “Any pain? Do you feel okay?”
“I feel…” My mind remains sluggish as I tuck in against him and my body continues to twitch as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through me. “I feel amazing. That was…that was so, so good.”
“Yeah it was,” he laughs breathlessly and his lips press against my forehead. “It really was.”
“Promise me something?” I tilt my head and gaze up at him.
“Anything.”
“Promise you won’t ever leave me. Promise me.”
After a terrifying moment of silence, he nods. “I promise.”