Page 94 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
He drops one hand, his fingers curling over the waistband of my sweats and brushing against the edge of my underwear. “That must be uncomfortable.”
“It is. I…ache. But when I try to get rid of it, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“The first time it happened, I spent half an hour trying to…make myself come.”
He makes a strangled sound. “Oh fuck.”
“But I couldn’t do it. I’ve never done it before without a vibrator. I guess I don’t know how.”
One hand cups my nape, and Ras sits up straighter, bringing our faces within an inch of each other. His ragged breath hits my cheeks.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll show you how.”
He kisses me.
This time, I’m not frozen. I don’t fight it.
This time, it feels right. Too damn right.
His tongue slips inside my mouth. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and plaster myself to his front. His erection presses to the apex of my thighs. The sudden pressure against my clit is enough to make me jump, but he presses me back down onto him and groans.
“Fuck, you even taste like peaches,” he mutters between kisses, his big hands roaming over my body.
I start to grind on his erection, the ache between my legs back on full force. He notices, and we’re suddenly moving. It takes me a moment to realize he’s lowering the back of his seat.
He cups my ass, kneading it for a moment. Then he fists the fabric of my sweats and makes a frustrated huff, like he finds them offensive. “Get these off. Lie down on me.”
I do. Somehow, we manage to get my pants off in an impressive display of teamwork.
“What about the thong—”
Ras rips it off me.
"Sit up," he commands and helps me get into an upright position while I'm straddling his waist.
He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it away before moving to unclasp my bra. He drags the straps down my arms, his gaze flashing with hunger when he sees my bare breasts.
Embarrassment fans through me. I'm completely naked, while he's fully dressed, but when I raise one palm to cover myself, he takes it and pins it to my side.
"No," he rasps. "Let me get my fill. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He caresses my skin, memorizing every dip and curve. He slides his rough hands up my bare thighs and then spreads my pussy lips open.
I suck in a harsh breath. There's a steady hum beneath my flesh.
His fingers find my center, and he groans. “Peaches, you’re soaked. Let me get a taste.”
The heat spreading across my skin ratchets up at that.
“Wh-what?”
His gaze is molten. “Not the time to be shy. Come up here and sit on my face.”
While I consider his invitation, he pinches my nipples and rolls his hips, creating delicious friction against my clit. “You want me to beg for that pussy? I want it now, Gemma. Right. Fucking. Now.”
I flush all over.
