After We Fall (Take the Fall, #3)

“Can’t tell you no,” I say gruffly. “I’ll feed you later.”

Her sweet, hot mouth wraps around me and I let out a harsh breath. Her playful tongue gets in on the action, licking the entire length of my dick. Grasping both sides of her head, I push her down farther, urging her to take as much of me while attempting to go easy.

She tugs at my balls, making me curse. The combination of her wet mouth sucking at me and the gentle pull of her hands is enough to send me over the edge. But I don’t want to come in her mouth.

“Wait.” I push her away and grab a condom from the drawer of my nightstand, ripping it open and rolling it on in record time.

Her legs part, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as she straddles me. I place my hands on her waist, kissing her as my cock comes into contact with her hot *.

The head of my dick slides between her lips, making her moan. She arches her back, her beautiful hair falling all around her. It touches my thighs.

Slowly, she bears down on me, my erection sliding inside her with ease. As soon as I’m balls deep, she lets out the sexiest fucking sigh I’ve ever heard.

“Feel good?” I ask, unable to string together more than two coherent words.

“Mmm-hmm.” Her hips start to move, a rocking motion that sets my teeth on edge. Perky breasts and tight nipples hit my chest, making me want to put one in my mouth. Letting go of her waist, I cup her breasts, bringing them together and licking both nipples at one time.

She cries out, her * clamping down on me.

“Fuck.” I slam my hips up and bite down on one of her nipples. Her nails dig into my shoulders, but she doesn’t tell me to stop or go easy. Instead, she begins to bounce up and down on my cock.

One of her hands comes between us, rubbing her clit. I lean back on my hands to watch. “There you go. Working that * for me. Make yourself come all over my cock.” For whatever reason, I can’t stop talking when I’m normally quiet during sex. I don’t see a reason to give a play-by-play, but right now I can’t seem to help myself.

“Hunter…Oh my—I’m going to come.” Her mouth opens in the most beautiful way as her skin becomes covered in goosebumps. She chants my name as she comes, works her clit, and milks my cock.

Pleasure tingles in my spine, shooting straight up to my brain. I feel my orgasm coming. Feel it making my balls tighten. I want to mark her like I did last night, come all over her tits and *, rub it in again.

With a curse, I pull out, rip off the condom, and grab my cock. Hot spurts cover my hand as it splashes all over Evangeline’s body. My chest fucking heaves as I come, as she wrings every last bit out of me.

I jam my tongue into her mouth, without any finesse, and slam our bodies together. My hands run all over her, even down to her * where I want to push my sperm inside, but clarity returns at the last minute and I stop before I can do something so damn foolish. Instead I rub her clit, make her gasp, and come all over again.

After a minute or two, she slumps against me. We’re sticky and wet, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t, either.

Leaning back, she sighs again. Fucking adorable. “I think you’ve marked me thoroughly.”

“Enough for a shower for two?”

She nods, her eyes bright and shiny. “Yes.” However, instead of leaving, she lays her head on my shoulder.

“Something on your mind?”

“This is different for me.”

Yeah, I might have taken the marking thing a little too far. “Messy sex not your thing?”

“Oh, that part didn’t bother me.” She peers up at me. “That part I liked. A lot.”

That’s settled. We’ll do it again. “What didn’t you like?”

“None of it.” She sighs. “I’m supposed to be keeping an emotional distance from you, but I can’t help myself.”

Frustration rises so quickly that I almost say something stupid. I take a deep breath. This has nothing to do with me. This has everything to do with the nude woman sitting in my lap, covered in my come and resting her head on my shoulder. That takes a great deal of courage.

“Why do you think that is?”

“Because you’re exactly what the old me would have wanted in a man.”

Her reason doesn’t make me feel any better. “What about the new you?”

“She’s confused.”

“Showers for two usually help me clear my head,” I say, wanting to get back to where we were before. Yeah, it’s selfish, but right now my head’s going to places that can do her no good. I’m fucking jealous of…myself of all people, for being attractive to the old her.

It makes no sense. Which is probably why she is feeling confused, too.

“I’m willing to give it a try.” Sitting up, she gently kisses me and then stands, holding out her hand.

Taking it, I allow her to lead me to the bathroom, unsure of what’s next with us relationship-wise but damn certain that I’m going to give her another orgasm.

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