“I haven’t felt this way in so long.” I stare up at him again, hoping he can understand by my look what I can’t seem to say with words.
“I will always be here,” he says. “I will always protect you.”
I can feel his words as he presses his lips to mine. As his hand cradles the back of my head and his tongue traces over my lips, I know he will always be beside me, keeping me from harm. It doesn’t matter what happens around us—I know he will protect me with his life.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lifts his arms so I can pull the garment off. My gaze travels over his torso, admiring the defined muscles of his chest and the cut of his abs. I run my hands up his arms, my fingers tracing his biceps. I stop at his shoulders briefly, then drop my hands over his chest. There’s sparse, light hair over his warm skin, and my finger follows the line from his navel to the top of his jeans.
Falk stands completely still, and I run my hands over him. He doesn’t even move when I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. He just looks down at me, watching my every move as I drag his jeans down his legs, and he steps out of them.
I’ve seen him in nothing but his boxer shorts before, but this is different. If nothing else, his dick is jutting out in front of him, making the boxers resemble a tent in the front. I stroke my hand over the bulge, enjoying the warmth in my palm before sliding my hand down the front and pushing his boxers down.
Falk closes his eyes for a moment as I stroke his bare flesh again, running my hand from his balls to the tip of his cock. It pulses in my hand as I wrap my hand around it, but he still doesn’t move.
I glance up to his face and reach down to pull my shirt over my head. His gaze drops to my breasts as I reach behind myself to unclasp my bra, setting my breasts free as the bra drops to the ground. He reaches out and places his hands on my hips, rubs his thumbs over my sides, and then reaches for the button of my jeans.
He stops and looks into my eyes. I can see the desire both in his look and in the more obvious sign of his erect cock pointing right at me, but still, he hesitates. When he doesn’t move for a minute, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, push them down, and kick them off.
I watch Falk’s throat bob as he swallows. He stares down at the lacy pink panties I’m wearing and licks his lips.
“Hannah,” he whispers. His voice is breathy and reverent. He reaches up and caresses my cheek and neck, kissing me once more. “I’ll go slow—gently. If you want me to stop at any time, tell me. I will.”
“I know.” I run my hand from his shoulder to his chest. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palm. “I want you, Falk. Don’t worry about me. I want this.”
He nods and then reaches around me, picking me up like a child and carrying me to the bedroom. He stands at the foot of the bed, kissing me again as I hold on around his neck. By the time he lays me down, I’m already breathless.
Falk kneels on the bed and runs his hands over my hips. He watches my expression as he takes the edge of my underwear in his fingers. I nod, and he drags my panties slowly down my legs, his gaze following his hands. I pull my legs up a little so he can pull the panties off my ankles, and he drops them without ceremony onto the floor as he looks up my body. He licks his lips, and his eyes darken as he runs his hands from my ankles all the way up my thighs.
Falk kisses the inside of my leg, right above my knee, and flicks his tongue over my skin. I gasp a little, and my legs tense. I can feel my pulse between my legs as he slowly makes his way up. Before he moves on, he pauses at my left calf, slowly planting kisses over the scar where he sewed my leg.
I cry out as his tongue reaches me and moan again as he licks from bottom to top, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly, then wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my legs up over his shoulders.
My ass clenches, pushing my hips up and pressing me against his mouth. I both hear and feel him groan, the vibrations from his lips rippling through my sensitive flesh. I arch my back, pressing my head and shoulders to the mattress.
He is unrelenting with his tongue—licking and sucking at me as he grips my ass, pulling me to his mouth. I glance down and see him staring up at me, his eyes dark and wanting—a parched man being offered his first drink of water.
I coil my fingers in his hair as I push up against him, my body shuddering. Crying out again, I tighten my thighs against his head as my orgasm hits me. My muscles give out for a moment, and I feel Falk’s smile before I see it.
He looks up at me, still grinning, and kisses my stomach. He keeps kissing up my body, stopping to run his tongue over each nipple.
I feel his hard cock up against my thigh as his mouth covers mine. I taste myself on him, and it only makes me want more. Despite the release, my pussy is still throbbing. It’s not enough just to come—I want to feel him inside me. I want to watch him lose himself in my body.
Falk wraps an arm around my shoulders and rolls, pulling me over on top of him. I have to adjust my balance as I straddle him and lean back, staring at him. He wants me on top; I can see it in his eyes. He’s still hesitant and unsure, waiting for me to change my mind.
“I want this,” I tell him again. “I want you.?
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“You have me,” he says simply. “Do whatever you want.”
“I want you inside me.” I feel his cock flex as the base presses at my apex in answer to my desire, and I reach down to wrap my fingers around it.
It’s glorious, thick, and throbbing in my hand. I run my finger along the vein at the base, and Falk shudders. I glance at him, and his eyes are closed. He runs his tongue quickly over his lips, and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I angle his cock upright and raise myself up on my knees. The head slides easily through my folds, still wet from my orgasm and his tongue. I guide his cock into position, and slowly lower myself over him.
I gasp as our bodies connect. For a moment, I can’t move—I just pause and feel him inside of me. I clench around him, getting used to the pressure, and Falk runs his hands over my hips, then up to my breasts. I start to move on top of him, slowing raising myself up and then dropping back down again.
He feels so perfectly right inside of me—warm and sensual. He alternates between watching my face and looking down to where we’re connected. Every time he looks down, I can feel him tense beneath me.