Falling into You (Falling Stars 3)

She shuddered, and I set my hands on her knees and pressed them apart. I glided up the insides of her quivering thighs, following the trail of chills that lifted on her skin, taking the skirt of her dress with me. I didn’t stop until it was all the way around her waist.

Her hips bucked from the ground. “Please. Don’t tease me.”

Gripping both edges of her underwear, I ripped them free.

She gasped.

A smirk crawled across my face. “You forget, sweet girl, what you do to me? How I love you? How I make you shake? How I make you scream?”

“I tried,” she whimpered, “Lord knows, I tried. But I can’t, Richard. I can’t forget you, no matter how many years have gone by.”

And there was a nagging thought at the back of my mind that told me to end this, but I was nudging her legs farther apart and getting a good look at the pink, swollen flesh tucked at the juncture of her thighs.

Wet and glistening.

My mouth watered.

I dove in.

Forgetting reservations.

Forgetting regret.

Just needing a taste.

Violet cried out with the exploit. Her delicious body convulsed with the shock of intensity.

With the zap of energy that struck.

I licked deep into her slit.

Diving deep before I edged off, kissing across her lips, nuzzling into the cleft of her thighs.

I drove her into another frenzy.

A ball of desire.

Girl a live wire I held in the palms of my hands.

Hers were catching in my hair. Urgent and dire. “Please. Richard. It’s been too long. Too long. Don’t tease me.”

“You want this fast?”

“Yes. No. I just…need. I just need you.”

I gave, turning my attention to her clit that was engorged and as needy as me. I licked it, stroked it with my flattened tongue, lapped and suckled while I drove two fingers deep. Dragging at that sensitive spot on the way out.

My free hand spread over the lower part of her flat belly and pressed down above her pelvic bone.

She moaned.

So deep.

Desperate fingers yanked on my hair. “Oh god. I almost forgot. Almost forgot.”

I drove faster. Rushed her toward the precipice while my body screamed to get lost in this fantasy. Cock so hard I couldn’t see.

Intoxicated.

Half mad.

Wanting to climb to heaven.

Ride out this bliss.

Violet came on my tongue, walls clenching around my fingers. Girl writhing as she rode out the ecstasy. As the stars fell around us. Like a thousand glittering wishes I’d do anything to keep.

I needed her.

Fuck, I needed her.

And I was kissing up her stomach, over the fabric of that dress. I pressed up on one hand, my mouth going higher and higher, licking over the swell of her breasts and the turbulence of her heart.

With the other, I frantically unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down far enough to get my cock free.

Lust stampeded.

Clouded my vision.

Made me dizzy with greed.

My lips were at her chin, her jaw, kissing across the plush line of her mouth, murmuring, “Can I have this?” as I wedged a spot for myself between her thighs. “Want you more than I want life.”

I felt it. The slight shift of her chin away from me.

They slammed me all at once.

Her reservations.

Her fears.

And I groaned out in pain.

At my recklessness.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I fucked this up. Such a botch job there was no chance for recovery.

Jeans halfway down my thighs, I hustled back.

Scrambled away.

Shame battering my senses.

I have no right. I have no right.

But this girl had me in her hand before I could make sense of it.

The thrill screamed through my veins, and a groan ripped up my throat, and Violet was on her knees where I was on mine, girl stroking me with greed.

With desperation.

“I want to hate you. I want to hate you, but there’s never been any hatin’ you, Richard Ramsey,” she rumbled right before she plunged downward and took me into her mouth.

Sucking on my aching head. Long and hard.

Those words were probably the last thing a man wanted to hear before a girl had his dick in her mouth.

But I didn’t mind.

I’d take any pain she gave if it meant experiencing a second of this.

Her sweet mouth and her wicked tongue.

Swirling and lapping while both those little hands curled around the base of my cock.

Then she was taking me deeper.

Deeper and deeper.

Tongue driving me into madness.

Hands stroking in time.

Sucks and licks.

Faster and faster.

So good.

So good.

My hands were in her hair. Tight. Tugging. Not sure if I should push her away or beg her for more.

“Shit. Violet. Baby. That mouth. That mouth. You. I need you. I need you.”

Doubted truer words had been spoken.

“Motherfuckin’ magic,” I rasped.

Pleasure built with the friction.

Gathering fast.

She took me all the way down to the back of her throat.

Bliss gathered to a pinpoint before I split apart.

Combustion.

Devastation.

I came and came in her mouth. Orgasm going on for days. Every cell in my body taking part.