It juts out from a taut waist. Long, thick, veiny, and gorgeous.
“Even with this, I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he says, sheathing himself.
“Don’t rush. And don’t worry.” I lay back and spread my legs for the only man I’ve ever wanted like this.
Rhys stops to study me. “God, these tits. You’re going to ruin me.” He lowers his mouth and sucks on one nipple, his hand keeping me wet between my legs. Each flick of his tongue coordinates with how his fingers play with my center. His wet mouth moves to the other nipple, teasing me, driving me crazy.
“Rhys, please,” I moan.
He lies on top of me, his knees pushing my legs wider. “Open for me. You’re mine.”
I happily obey. “I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Christ, I need to fuck you.” His smooth, thick tip presses against my entrance, and he slowly pushes inside me, inch by careful inch. Like he’s afraid I’ll break. “Fuck, that’s tight.”
It steals my breath the way he stretches me. How hot his skin feels, even with protection.
My hands clutch at his back as my body arches to meet his. He moves slowly, and it’s wrecking me in ways I didn’t know I could be wrecked. Am I in over my head?
Every glide of his hips sends pleasure spiraling low in my belly, but it’s more than that.
It’s how he’s whispering my name on a seductive groan. “Fallon, Fallon, Fallon.”
It’s how his forehead is pressed to mine, his sweat coating my skin, our breaths tangled, his heart pounding against my ribs. It’s the safest I’ve ever felt, even as I’m unraveling.
“Rhys,” I gasp, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist.
“Steady, love,” he grunts. “I got this. I got us.”
His rhythm quickens, his hips steadier like he’s losing himself to this incredible pleasure. His hand slides between us, finding that place where I’m already trembling and ready to burst into a million pieces.
It feels different this time. Different from his tongue. As soon as he touches my aching need, God, I shatter.
Rockets explode behind my eyes. My inner walls clench around him, and he curses against my mouth, losing himself in the same euphoric blaze.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans. “Christ, you feel so good.”
My heartbeat syncs with his. And I don’t know what it feels like to beat on its own anymore.
When we are finally still, I’m pinned against his chest. I feel boneless as his hands snake around my waist. Hestrokes my hair, quiet, almost dazed as he catches his breath.
And for once, my mind isn’t buzzing or spiraling or worrying about what’s next. It’s a glorious peace.
“This,” he murmurs, lips brushing my temple, “was fun.”
A laugh chirps out of me, soft and shaky. “Yes. Yes, it was.”
“This bed is too small,” he groans. “Put something on and let’s do this again in my bed.”
Chapter 38
Rhys
Iwake up when the first pink threads of dawn bleed across the sky with one arm draped around Fallon’s waist. My face buried in her hair, I breathe her in like the air isn’t there without her scent. And my sheets are never going to be the same. My entire body hums with satisfaction. Her mouth, her laugh, the way she came apart every time I made her come isn’t something I’ll ever forget.
But this isn’t me. Or it’s not supposed to be me. None of this was supposed to happen. Least of all, how I feel about her.
I should untangle myself. Move. Pretend last night was a mistake.
