Page 63 of The Upside of Falling
“Open your door, Rory.”
And that right there?That’swhat makes me go weak in the knees. I hang up the phone and scurry across my floor to the front door where I open it but keep my body blocked. Colby walks in with one thing on his mind . . . me.
He shuts the door, locks it, and turns toward me, taking me in, his eyes burning a hole through me.
He nods toward my bed and says, “Lie down.”
I don’t even think twice. I lie on the mattress as Colby comes up behind me, pulling his shirt over his head, his abdomen flexing, his arms bulky and toned, ready to keep him firmly in place as he does wicked things to me.
His perusal of me is dangerous, full of sensual promises. He loosens his belt buckle and undoes his pants, leaving them open. Then he drops to his knees and places both hands on my inner thighs, spreading them.
Oh God.
“I . . . I have work,” I say just to let him know whatever he has planned can’t be a fuck-a-thon.
“I’ll get you off twice before you even have to think about getting ready.” With that, he presses his mouth against my arousal, and my head falls back to the mattress as his tongue works me up and down.
I’ve had men go down on me before, but none have made me come the way Colby does; it’s like he shatters me into pieces and then puts me all back together at the same time.
Moving his hands beneath my ass, he lifts me up to his mouth and plays with my sensitive clit.
Sucking.
Kissing.
Licking.
Flicking . . .
“Oh yes, right there.” I still my hips as his tongue rapidly falls over the little bundle of nerves, creating a wave of pleasure that erupts through me. My veins heat, my stomach bottoms out, and my legs numb, becoming devoid of all feeling as he pushes me to the apex of my orgasm. And just like he came crashing in here, my orgasm hits me hard, bucking my hips against his mouth, my hands holding on to the sheets as euphoria spikes through my body.
I can barely process what’s happening when he flips me over and I hear the sound of a wrapper being opened. Before I know it, Colby’s powerful body is hovering over me, his hands smoothing up and down my back until they grab my hips and prop them up.
He’s inside me in one swift movement, hitting me deep inside.
So full.
So perfect.
“Fuck, Rory. Always so good.” He starts to move his hips, his length dragging in and out of me at a leisurely pace, stretching me, and making me feel so impossibly good.
I burrow my head into the mattress as his body leans over mine, his hands finding my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. We’ve only spent a few days learning each other’s bodies, yet already he knows me, what I want, what I need.
His touches are methodical, planned out, like he has a roadmap to my pleasure and how to make me scream his name in seconds.
And I’m there as he rolls my nipples between his fingers, pulling and plucking.
“Christ,” I moan, my eyes shut, my forehead resting on the mattress, his thick cock moving in and out of me.
“Fuck, are you there?” he asks, grinding into me harder, picking up his pace.
“Y-yes,” I stutter just as my pussy clenches around his cock.
He groans into my ear, his hips stilling, my orgasm adding to his as we both fall over the edge together, pulse after pleasurable pulse searing through us.
Colby presses a gentle kiss between my shoulder blades and passes his thumb over my nipple, soothing the ache for a few beats before standing and taking care of the condom. He comes back with a warm washcloth, cleans me up, and then cuddles me on the bed, pulling me into his chest as his arms wrap around me, his face buried in my hair.
“Mmm . . . that’s one way to start the day.” I bring one of his hands to my lips and kiss his knuckles. “What are you doing here?”
