Page 12 of Falling Fast
She purrs in satisfaction as her hand continues to work me up and down. I have to pull away before too long, or I know I’ll embarrass myself. Reaching down, I grab a condom out of the pocket of my shorts that are on the floor. When I rip open the packet, Ella sits up and takes it from me, eyeing me seductively as she rolls it down my length.
I close my eyes and just let my head drop back, trying to think of anything that will slow down my own orgasm that is thundering towards me way too quickly. I want this to last, I want it to be the best sex Ella’s ever had, and my traitorous cock is trying to ruin that with how eager it is to hit the finish line.
But all hope is lost when Ella lays back down and guides my cock to her hot entrance. All I can do is stare into her eyes, into forever, as I slowly slide in. She’s tight, squeezing my length, and it feels amazing. She tilts her head up for a kiss as I begin to move, slowly, in and out. Her legs are wrapped around my back, holding me close. For a moment, all I can hear is the rhythmic sound of our bodies coming together. It’s a fucking symphony to my ears. Pun intended.
Ella meets me thrust for thrust, and our breaths mingle together. The feeling of being inside her and this intimate connection; it feels like I’m home. Like I’m right where I am meant to be. But my sentimental thoughts flee when I feel Ella start to hold me even tighter, her nails raking down my back. Her moans are getting higher in pitch, and I know instinctively she’s close. My lips find her neck, her shoulder, and I let out a curse as I feel her pulse around me.
“Fly with me, baby,” is all I have to say before she lets go with a keening cry, into the most spectacular orgasm I have ever seen. My own release hurtles toward me at light speed, and with one last grunt I thrust into her, letting go of everything I am. I just barely catch myself before I collapse on top of her. Instead I roll to the side, bringing her with me. She sighs and nuzzles into my chest.
“I’ve never felt like that before,” she whispers quietly.
I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Me neither.”
“Can we do it again?”
And that goes down as the moment in time I realized I was head over heels in love with Ella Michaels.
Chapter seven
Ella
I’m slowly transitioning from asleep to awake, wrapped in a blanket of muscular heat. Marcus’s legs are tangled with mine, and I can feel his heart beat strongly beneath my ear, and the gentle in and out of his breath against my hair. I’m pretty sure he’s still asleep, so I stay still and just enjoy feeling safe, protected and loved.
Wait. Love? Where the fudge did that come from? But it’s true. Even with my limited experience I’m pretty sure what we did last night was more than just sex. It felt like we were making love. Just thinking about all the incredible ways he made me come has me squeezing my legs together in anticipation. Marcus made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. He responded to me and met my needs as if I were made for him. Four, or was it five, orgasms later, I am one happy lady. And tired. So tired. Who knew marathon sex was exhausting?! Oh, right, I guess anyone who has actuallyhadmarathon sex would know that. Silly me.
Marcus takes a deep breath, and starts to move, his arms tightening around me. I look up at him and even though his eyes are closed, I know he’s awake because there’s a smile creeping across his handsome face.
“Morning, beautiful,” he rumbles, and good gravy, does this man ever have a delicious morning voice.
“Morning,” I reply, and of course my voice is nothing more than a squeak.
Marcus doesn’t seem to mind, however, as he twists his body, tugging me on top of him. My hair falls down around us like a messy curtain, and he reaches up his hands to push it away from my face. The look in his eyes when he gazes up at me is like a shot of adrenaline to my heart, making it race double time. If that’s not a look of love, then I don’t know what is. I feel breathless. This man has literally taken my breath away. He’s so gorgeous, so sexy, so perfect. And he’s mine.
Mine…
I climb off of him, secretly loving his groan of disappointment, and try to sway my hips seductively, although I’m pretty sure it just comes across looking ridiculous as I walk into the bathroom. From the doorway, I turn back, and I’m pretty sure my mouth falls open at the sight of Marcus sitting up in my bed, the blanket pooled around his hips. His hair is mussed from sleep, he’s got a light stubble on his face, and he is without a doubt the most delicious man I have ever seen.
Something comes over me. That secret inner vixen I didn’t know I had.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Join me? You can wash my back…”
He shoots me a wolfish grin, then launches out of my bed, grabbing me around the waist, and carrying me into the bathroom.
Then he proceeds to make me feel oh so dirty before we finally get clean.
A girl could get used to this…
Our drive to the north end of the island is quiet, but it’s a happy kind of quiet. The kind that happens when you’re so comfortable with someone, there’s no need to fill the silence. Marcus’s hand is resting on my leg, his thumb gently moving back and forth. Even though his hand is down by my knee, the movement is still sending shivers down my spine, as I imagine him sliding his hand upward. The sexual chemistry between us is off the charts. I never dreamed this feeling could exist outside of a romance novel, but here I am, falling for a man who is a generous lover, sexy as sin, and apparently rich.
I direct him to park at a trailhead that will take us part way up the face of West Mountain (I know, we’re so creative with our geography names on the island), and should give him a good view of the coastline and the property down there. It’s land that the residents on the island have often talked about developing to try and bring more people here, but no one has the money or expertise to make that a reality.
Once we are on the trail, Marcus takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. On impulse I say, “Let’s play twenty questions.”
He looks at me quizzically. “Okay.”
“I’ll go first. What’s your middle name?”
