Falling Fast (Falling Fast #1) - Tina Wainscott Page 0,61

most perfect man she’d ever seen. And for this moment, this night, he was hers.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I like it,” he murmured.

“You would like it, but I’ll never tell.” She straddled him the way he’d done her, tightening her thighs against his hips. His hard ridge pressed up against her still sensitive apex, and the pressure obviously aroused him, too. He let out a low moan and brought his hands up to her waist.

“Can you give me a hint?” He drew his hands up her sides, thumbs brushing the curves of her breasts.

“Since you asked so nicely…I was thinking how much I love that you’re mine. Right now,” she forced out. But her mind was screaming, Just mine, now, always.

He traced those curves now, moving inward. “Mmm, I am totally yours.”

He hadn’t added the right now. Oh, God, she was so in love with this man. Before she started babbling again and pouring out her heart, she leaned down and kissed him. Then she made her way over the contours of his chest, teasing his nipples into stiff buds and relishing the way his breathing grew deeper, heavier. His fingers kneaded her shoulders until she moved away to kiss the faint freckles across his chest. She dragged her fingers down his waist and hooked them over his waistband, drawing them along the inside seam. The back of her fingers brushed the velvety head of his cock, and he shuddered.

Just as she had before, she marveled at being able to do whatever she wanted with this gorgeous specimen. She could make him respond, harden, groan and shudder. He’d always been comfortable with his body, his sexuality. He’d taught her to be the same, but it was only with him that she could revel in it.

She nibbled at the taut skin of his stomach, sending a puff of warm breath beneath his jeans. She slid the metal button through the hole, then unzipped him. Did he breathe out in relief? Probably. She stirred at the sight of the hard length of him stretching the fabric of his black briefs. He had filled her in every way, and she ached to feel him inside her again. She kissed down the length of him through the fabric, grinning at the sight of his hands now tensing on the sheets.

Paybacks…

Except she was as impatient as he was. She tugged his jeans over his hips, nearly falling off the foot of the bed as she pulled them over his feet. Next she tackled the briefs, loving the way his muscles contracted as he lifted his ass again to assist her efforts.

Good Lord, she had to catch her breath at the sight of him. Completely naked. Completely mine.

She kissed her way up his legs, then all around his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, his patience clearly running out.

“You can dish it out but you can’t take it, huh?” she murmured.

“I’m just reveling in the sweet anticipation, baby,” he said in a strained voice.

She bet. Still, she couldn’t help grinning. He had showed her the pleasures of receiving oral gratification, and taught her how to give it as well. As she recalled those lessons with her mouth, taking him in, licking and stroking, she cringed at how naïve she’d been. But Raleigh had been extremely patient, leading her gently, never pressuring her.

He shuddered again, rocking the bed. “God, I forgot how good that feels. How good you feel.”

“I had a really good teacher.”

“You were a…really…good…student.” His whole body tensed. “Mia, remember what I said about me going in sixty seconds?”

She ran her mouth down the length of him, flicking at the sensitive ridge of skin beneath his head. “So go. Or come.” She giggled. “We have all night.” Then she took him fully in.

He groaned, even before she finished him off, then whispered her name over and over as his orgasm claimed him. His fingers kept sliding across her scalp, tangling in her hair. A different kind of heaven.

They remained there for a while, content in the aftermath of pleasure. She was sated but still hungry. For him inside her. Still, the anticipation was sweet.

After a quick jaunt to the kitchen for munchies, they returned to bed. He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her cheek on his chest, her leg slung over his thigh. They settled into a comfortable silence together. She could feel his fingers tighten on her side from time to time, perhaps in response to