Free Falling (Book Two: Secrets)

The urgency between us was telling of our desperation. It’d been so long and so difficult to keep him at a distance. I was done punishing myself for the way I loved him. If sex happened to be one of the ways that we expressed it, so be it. My frantic fingers pulled at his clothing, trying to get his skin as close to mine as humanly possible. I was finally able to see past the haze of lust to organize my thoughts, pushing him away only long enough to get his shirt over his head. Our mouths met again impatiently and my hands ran down his back, becoming enveloped in the heat pulsating from his body.

While we kissed, frustration ate away at my patience; we still weren’t close enough. I tugged at his belt and managed to unbuckle it with one hand, silently giving him the signal that I wanted to take things as far as they could go. I rose an inch or two off the bed when he removed my shirt and then watched as he snatched the left strap of my bra down my arm in one violently eager motion. Craning his neck downward to run his tongue over my tightened nipple, AJ decided not to tease for long before taking it into his mouth completely, sparking a painfully sweet jolt between my legs. He moaned and pulled me closer when I shuddered.

What was I thinking depriving myself of this…of him? Temporary insanity was the only plausible conclusion. Every time I’m around him I have to force myself not think about sex – a task that would be simple if he didn’t look the way he did. My eyes drifted down to the mess of silky-straight, black hair I’d left in disarray by running my fingers through it and then I took in the lean, muscular body I memorized every inch of – an absolutely beautiful specimen this man was.

I arched closer and draped my leg over AJ’s hip. When his jeans brushed against my bare skin, I recoiled, tugging at the side of his pants until he got the hint and got rid of them and his boxer-briefs. I smiled at the sound they made when falling to the floor beside my bed – now we were getting somewhere. AJ left my nipple exposed and retreated an inch or two to slip his hand down inside my panties. He smiled devilishly when the maneuver stole my breath and forced a curse word from my mouth. I marveled at the way he skillfully teased and caressed parts of my body that belonged to him and no one else - ever.

It was true. Every part of me was his and it always would be, including my heart. As if responding to my thoughts, he slipped his fingers deep inside me again, angling them upward toward my g-spot. My hips thrust toward him and he took my nipple again. With both sensations ravaging me at once, I reached down between his legs to find him hard and ready to stop playing around just like I was.

My underwear ended up above my head beside my pillow. Without the restricting clothing, AJ’s hands had the freedom to roam wherever they wanted – tangled in my hair one minute, grabbing my sensitive breasts the next, and then between my legs again. The sound of his jagged breaths as I stroked my hand gently up and down his length made the blood rush through my veins so quickly that I could feel my pulse thudding at the base of my neck – his impatience becoming my impatience.

When we grew tired of pretending like foreplay was necessary, AJ covered my body with his, kissing the side of my neck while I stared down his back. The faint glow of the candles’ flame exaggerated the contours of his athletic physique into harsh lines. I grabbed at him like I thought he might disappear if I didn’t hold him tight enough. He responded with a gentle kiss just behind my ear that calmed me so thoroughly that my eyes drifted closed. Every muscle in my body relaxed and melted in response to his unspoken command. I was defenseless and he knew it.

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