Page 111 of Trust the Fall

“Quiet, love. I’ve wanted to taste you for too long.”

He slides down until his head is between my legs. When his tongue runs a line up my folds, I cry out, body shuddering as intense pleasure washes through me. My breathing is quick and shallow with every swipe of his tongue.

I don’t think it can feel any better until he inserts one expert finger, working me into a frenzy. My hands grasp at the sheets, nails digging in as I squirm under him.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

“Oh god!” I cry out.

Luke pulls away, smirking up at me. “Not God, love. Only the devil could make you come with his tongue and a single finger.”

My head falls back as my eyes roll into my head. “Don’t talk,” I groan, needing his mouth back on me.

He chuckles before diving back in. I thrust my hips up, rubbing my clit into his mouth unabashedly. The move only fuels him. His tongue grows more aggressive as he enters a second finger into the mix, drawing my orgasm to the front.

My core clenches and I cry out, coming onto his tongue as he laps up every last drop.

“Need you. Inside of me.” My words come out staccato and desperate.

In one swift motion, he centers himself at my entrance and drives in deep. My nails dig into his arms, pulling him closer, needing him deeper.

Pleasure pulsates through me with every thrust of his hips. I won’t last long at this punishing rate, and neither will he. His face contorts as his orgasm builds. Somehow, his cock hardens inside of me, pushing at my walls to accommodate its size. I mumble incoherently, whimpering with every single drive inside of me.

My walls contract around him as we both fall over the edge into complete ecstasy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that,” Luke says into the shell of my ear.

My back is against his bare chest as we both recover from the effects of our mutually exhausting orgasms.

“I hope you never do. That would make for one very long existence.”

He chuckles. “I can always trade you in for a younger version.”

I know he’s kidding. It’s in the teasing quality of his voice. The way his arms tighten around me.

It doesn’t stop me from feigning indignation. I twist around and slap his chest.

“You’re a pig.”

“I’m your pig, love. Always. Only yours.”

“Mmmm.”

I settle back into him, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

He’s my serenity. My home.

“Do you think God will allow it?” Luke asks, sounding cynical.

“He’s allowed this.” I shrug, not really knowing how things will play out, but unwilling to go down without a fight. “Whatever happens, we face it together.”

He tightens his hold on me once more, leaning down and placing a kiss on my neck. “I love you.”

I turn, pulling him into me and searing him with a kiss that I hope conveys just how much he means to me.

That kiss ignites a flame that starts our lovemaking all over again.