The smile he gifts me with takes my breath away. “Put your hand over my heart.” I flatten my palm over the left side of his chest, feeling the solidthumpunderneath. “It beats only for you.”
“Would it be weird if I asked if we could go to the guest room across the hall?”
Fallon’s expression shifts with understanding. “Grab on and hold tight.”
He lifts me off the bed, and I bury my mortified face in his neck. What a sight we must look, naked and wet, as he cracks open the door and checks to make sure the coast is clear before hauling ass into the adjacent bedroom.
It’s so absurd, I can’t stop giggling.
“Just to be on the safe side,” he says, turning the lock, then tossing me onto the queen bed.
I’m still giggling when he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him. But my joviality morphs into moans when he lifts my leg and licks an erotic line up the inside of my thigh. Edging his way up my body, his mouth paints a path across my nipples that are begging for him, and what he’s doing with his tongue has me on the cusp of exploding.
“Fallon, stop. I want you inside me when I come.”
His lips pucker around one nipple, and he pulls it into his mouth, then gently bites down, and my entire body shudders uncontrollably.
“Are you telling me I can make you come just from breast play alone?” he smugly inquires as he switches to my other breast.
The moan I make is so dirty. I can feel him smirk against my skin, that cockiness I love about him coming out.
“Oh, Kitten, you and I are going to have a lot of fun.”
“I thought what we did in the shower was pretty damn fun,” I reply and gasp when he takes my face between his hands, and I freefall into the sweet bliss that are Fallon’s kisses.
He takes his time and tastes me, inch by inch, as his mouth journeys down my neck and across my side to my butterfly tattoos.
“These are so beautiful,” Fallon murmurs, kissing each one. “Just like you are.”
My hands find the raised lines on his back, and I trail my fingertips up and down each scar. Fallon has survived so much horror. He is such a strong man.
He raises up on his arms, the thick muscles of his biceps and triceps stretching and bulging. So incredibly sexy.
There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes when he looks down at me. “What’s your number?”
“My number?”
He kisses the tip of my nose and gives me one of his classic Fallon smiles full of devilry.
“The most orgasms you’ve had in a row.”
“I don’t know!” I splutter. “Four, maybe?”
“I’ll beat that by at least three,” he promises, crawling down my body and draping my legs over his shoulders.
Did he just guarantee me seven orgasms? I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
“Hi, pretty pussy,” he says, and I burst out laughing.
“You are not having a conversation with my vagina.”
He gives me one long lick. “Ignore her. She’s just jealous because I’m down here now.”
The bed shakes as my giggles increase. Who knew Fallon was playful during sex?
My laughter suddenly stops because Fallon sends me to heaven as soon as he curls two fingers inside me and punishes my clit with his tongue.
When my shudders finally die down, Fallon announces with a grin, “That’s one.”
