Page 114 of Fall Love

Because she’s a nursing mother, her cleavage nearly spills out of the top.

“Can we leave this part on?” She waves over the sexy bra covering her breasts.

“Whatever makes you most comfortable.” I’m just happy to touch her. To feel her beside me. To love her.

With my palm on her belly, I skim over her skin, pushing up the heavy swell of her breast and then moving lower toward the lace between her legs. The material is soaked, and I peel it to the side, slowly slipping into her, taking my time to fill her.

We both sigh at the lazy push and pull of my fingers, easing us back into something we haven’t done in weeks.

“This okay?” I ask, checking in with her.

Her eyes close. “Feels so good.”

As her hips begin to rock, I scoot lower on the bed and slip between her thighs, adding my tongue to my fingers. Worshiping her, praising her, until she’s crying out my name.

I’m quick to undress, removing everything while she remains in the translucent outfit. I slip the lace panty off her, tossing it to the side, then climb over her.

I’m hyper-aware of the spread of her thighs. The inside of them kissing the outside of mine. The coarse hairs on my legs tickling against the smoothness of her skin.

Braced on one arm, I grip where I’m hard as a steel beam and weeping for entrance into her. I rub the tip against where she’s wet and eager for me.

“Neve,” I choke, as a shudder runs down my spine. I want this to last. I want this to be good for her, but I might combust before I ever get inside her.

With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip, she gently pulls me toward her, lifting her own hips as if she can’t wait for me, for us to be one again. My tip easily slips in, then I pull out. Returning to her slick folds, I inch a little deeper, then retract. Back and forth, I glide into her until I can’t take it any longer. Until I slide home, filling her with all of me.

“Neve,” I choke again.

She hums beneath me, running her hands over my shoulders and down my spine. Her legs spread wider, wrapping over my hips until one heel presses into my lower back.

“So good,” she whimpers. Her head tipped back. Her eyes closed again.

“Look at me, baby.” When her lids flip open, the brightness is almost shocking. Her gaze intense. Love and desire set her gaze to high beams.

“I love you,” I say, leaning down for a kiss, catching her mouth just as she echoes me.

“I love you.”

I swallow down the phrase, taking my time to kiss her, fill her, connect us, until her hip twitches.

Breaking the kiss, I scan down her body, running a palm from her throat, between her breasts, and down her belly to the place that brings her pleasure.

As I press her clit, I pull back. The drag slow, the pace steady, until she cups my ass, like she doesn’t want me to leave her body.

“You still okay?” I ask, concerned for her, while coming out of my skin with need.

“Perfect,” she whispers, meeting my eyes, tipping up her head, and kissing me quickly before falling back. Her hair is a dark halo on the pillow.

“You’re so beautiful, Neve. And you’re all mine.”

Her mouth curls slowly. “And you’re mine.”

“Exactly.” I match her smile, then return to my task, keeping an even pace until she’s begging for it a little faster.

I don’t think I’ve ever made love to a woman before. Definitely not like this. The slow pull, the steady push, the repeated surge of us coming together.

“I don’t know how I went months without you, Neve.” From New Year’s Eve until we crossed paths in August. And all the time when she was just around the corner, literally.

Her hands squeeze my ass. “And now you’re stuck with me forever.”