Page 40 of Trust the Fall

His hand lifts, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. “I love you,” he says, before finally bringing his mouth back to mine. His fingers run through my hair and down my back as my tongue collides with his.

Luke rests his other hand over my breast, his fingers kneading and pulling at my pert nipple. My back bows, pushing my chest further into his palm, begging for more of everything he’s doing. His lips move from my lips down the curve of my neck and over one breast before he settles his mouth over the other. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks.

My head falls back with a moan. I love what he’s doing but want so much more.

His tongue circles round and round as his hand slips down over my stomach, landing at the apex of my thighs. One finger runs through my wet folds and I’m barely refraining from begging him for more. It’s not his hand I want, but it still feels so good.

He circles his thumb around my most sensitive part and I buck at the pleasure it delivers.

“Luke … I need⁠—”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. Let me do this, Victoria. I won’t …” His head dips. He looks almost embarrassed. “I won’t last long. I need to make you come.”

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. It’ll be a miracle if I last long myself, but I’m willing to give him anything.

He doesn’t hesitate, answering my consent by inserting one, then two fingers inside of me, curling the digit just right.

“Oh, Luke, yes,” I cry out.

My body burns with desire at his fingers’ welcome assault.

I press myself into his hand, needing the friction. A bolt of pleasure courses through me as his expert hand pulls my body’s strings, making it work for him like none before him.

An orgasm builds in my core and his fingers work faster, pumping into me at a pace that only furthers the pleasure.

“Victoria,” he groans. “Come for me.”

I rock into his hand, chasing the orgasm he’s demanded while his fingers do magical things inside of me. His mouth crashes to mine as I fall over the edge, continuing to press against his hand, drawing out the orgasm.

When he pulls away from me, I feel the loss immediately. “Need you,” I say unintelligibly, grabbing at his pulsing cock straining against my palm.

“Please,” I moan. “Inside me … now.”

He grips my hips with both hands and pulls me toward the head of his erection.

“Are you sure, Victoria?”

I want to scream. I’ve never been so sure in my life.

There’s no need for words—he can read my expression—but I say the word anyway, “Now.”

In one swift move, he pushes into me, sliding several inches inside. I groan at the feeling of him filling me. It’s not enough. I need more.

My muscles clamp around him, stretching to adapt his fullness.

“You’re … perfect, love,” he groans as he begins to move.

He lets out a harsh gasp, his breaths coming quicker.

“More,” I beg, and he obliges, pumping into me harder.

Heat sweeps through me, and I know it won’t be long. He must be on the edge too, because his fingers dig into my flesh as he slams into me over and over again.

“Yes,” I cry out as my orgasm peaks. My muscles spasm and clamp around him, drawing out a guttural cry, signaling he’s falling too.

Thrusting into me a few more time, he eventually collapses on top of me, breaths coming out in staccato gasps.

We lay like this for several minutes, both lost in the aftereffects of that orgasm, sated and exhausted. When he pulls out, it leaves me with an emptiness I’ve never felt before. I never want to be without him.