Page 62 of Fallen Angel

Mallory opens a bedside drawer, still standing up and fully dressed. Instead of the typical Bible, she finds two condoms.

“Alec. This is crazy.”

“No,” he says, walking close to her and taking her face in his hands. “Being apart is crazy. And I can’t stand it for another minute.”

“I feel the same,” she says. “But I’m not touching that bed.”

“I’m not leaving this room without touching you. Hold on. I remember something from the article we published.”

He checks inside a closet and finds a stash of towels. They use them to cover the bed, laughing, feeling like they’re doing something naughty.

They take off their clothes in a way that’s careless and hurried, almost frantic. She realizes the room is freezing.

“Are you cold?” he says.

“No.” Her teeth chatter. Alec finds a space heater near the closet.

“I think that’s a fire hazard,” she says, eyeing it.

“I think you’re right. But I promise, we won’t need it.” The look in his eyes makes her forget all about the cold. She doesn’t say another word as he eases her back on the bed.

He moves on top of her, and she spreads her legs, already wet for him. She reaches down to hold his cock, to guide it inside her, but he holds her off, intent on entering her on his own. She clutches his back, kissing his neck and brushing her cheek against the rough stubble on his jaw.

Because he can read her body, he knows she’s close to coming. And that’s when he pulls out.

“What are you doing?” she says.

He moves to the floor, standing at the edge of the bed. She sits up, slightly lightheaded. Still, she knows what she wants and so she sits in front of him in a loose straddle. She bends over and runs her tongue along the length of his cock before taking him into the warmth of her mouth, thinking,

While she works her mouth on his throbbing erection, he gently winds his hands through her hair. She feels his excitement building, but then he stops her. He withdraws from her mouth, then kneels down to kiss her with such ardor, she knows her lips will feel bruised in the morning. There’s nothing more intimate than tasting yourself on a man’s cock.

Well, except for the way it feels when he comes inside of her.

Her heart pounds with anticipation.

Alec caresses her breasts, trailing his fingers down her belly and then slowly, slowly making his way to her pussy. He strokes her clit until it’s throbbing, then licks it before pressing his tongue inside her. Then his fingers and mouth work in tandem, building the pressure in her cunt to an unbearable level. Then he stops touching her with his hands, using just his tongue to lick the outside of her pussy, each warm stroke of his tongue bringing her closer to the edge.

“Alec,” she says.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.”

“Say it,” he insists. Even after all this time, with everything they do and have done together, it’s difficult for her to verbalize what she wants.

“I want you to …”

He touches her again, deep inside, reaching the spot that feels so good it almost hurts.

“Tell me,” he says softly.

“Fuck me.”

“I am fucking you.”

“With your cock,” she says.

He moves on top of her but still not inside her. She has never needed or wanted anything more than the simplicity of his cock inside her at this moment.