In Your Dreams (Falling #4)(79)

I release her hands from behind her back and drag them slowly above her head as she crawls with one knee at a time to the edge of my bed, her body still facing away from me, and I slide my palm again up the small of her back to the center and coax her gently until she’s lying flat against my mattress, her purple hair loose and wild among my blankets and pillows—just like I dreamed every night this week.

“Everywhere,” I say, repeating the word she used so she knows what’s to come, so she can tell me no—but she doesn’t. She only nods as she twists her head to the side and opens her mouth against my bed as her eyes find mine and look at me with equal desire.

I drag both hands down to her hips, my eyes still locked with hers as I grip her firmly and drag her body down until she’s bent over the bed, completely submissive. I unclasp the bra, now loose around her waist, and pull it away, throwing it to the floor, before kneeling between her legs and caging her lower body between both of my arms as my chin falls to the small divot at the end of her tailbone.

“So goddamn sexy,” I say, my lips brushing against her back as I speak.

My tongue traces along the edge of her waistband as I let my hand drag roughly down the side of her body until I grip the side of her panties and pull the right edge down enough to expose her ass. She makes a noise as she breathes, and I pause to wait for her to stop this—to tell me this is far enough, when she does exactly the opposite and reaches her other hand down to find my left palm, still flat against the bed, and she moves it toward her body, lifting her hip as a guide.

“You want these off, baby?” I ask.

She nods against the bed.

Another “yes” falls from her lips.

I grab both sides and pull slowly, stopping at her thighs to take in the sight of her bare ass and swollen * ready for me. Wasting no time, I yank her panties to her knees and around her ankles, then spread her legs apart and run my palms up the back of each until my thumbs tickle along the edge of her. Warmth and softness opens, and I taste it with a slow drag of my tongue to the sound of her moans.

I thought her singing was perfection. I thought no other sound could compare, but when she pants for me and cries with pleasure, I come undone. I kiss her softness hard, sucking until she can no longer handle the pressure and writhes away from me. I grip her hips and force her to stay, to take every bit of my dirty kisses, until I can no longer wait.

Both of my hands work at my zipper as I kiss her * while she grips the pillow now covering her head. I stop only to kick away my jeans and boxers and toss my shirt to the floor.

I lean over her, letting her feel me hard and hot against her now soaking self.

“Don’t. Move,” I say, sliding small strands of hair away from her back while I press a kiss to each shoulder.

I step to my night table, pulling out a condom and sliding it on quickly, returning to her open legs and beautiful body.

“You want me to touch everything, Murphy?” I ask against her, letting her feel the tip of my cock against her swollen entrance, both throbbing and wanting to feel what each other has to give.

“Yes,” she says.

“Ask me, Murphy,” I grin, knowing she’ll say it—she’ll say anything I ask. And not because I’m dominating her and pushing her to the edge only to hold back, but because she wants it too. Because she wants to feel me inside of her as badly as I want to be there. Because Murphy Sullivan is that girl for me, my undoing and my discipline. She’s what my dreams are made of, and I want to taste her, consume her, and hold her hostage for all of time.

“Say it,” I whisper, my bottom lip propped open against the heat of her back as I hold myself at her entry. “Tell me to f*ck you.”

“Fuck me, Casey. Please,” she moans. “I want to be f*cked so bad.”

My eyes close at my beautiful girl’s dirty words, and I give her her wish.

“Yes, baby girl. I’ll f*ck you,” I smile, sliding into her in one slow, exquisitely painful stroke until I can go no further.

She cries out a yes, and her fists pound against the bed, tossing my pillow to the side.

“Again,” she says, and I obey, pulling out slowly, completely, and waiting at the very edge of her until she pushes back into me, and I enter her again with the same deep, slow penetration of before.

“Yes,” she says again, fists grabbing this time, pulling my sheet from my bed and biting at it with her teeth.

“Again, baby?” I ask, wanting to move harder and faster, but knowing if I’m not careful, it will be over.

She nods with a whimper, so I repeat every step, pushing into her hard enough that her body burrows into my bed.

Her back begins to sweat, and the heat starts to take over our actions as I move rougher and more often, letting go of myself so I can rest my body against her back completely, running my hands up her arms and threading my fingers with hers as I push into her over and over.

Still inside her, I stop and pull her against me to the edge of the bed where I lift her with me to a stand so I can feel her breasts with every breath that she takes while I move insider her. Her fingers reach around my neck and grab my hair as I kiss over her shoulder and pull at her nipples while my cock strokes her from behind.

I have never had sex so good in my life, and I know the end is near. My cock is swollen and I’m going to come in any second, but I need to see her—I need to memorize every angle and every face she makes when she takes all of me. I pull out from her and spin her so she’s facing me, then push her back against the mattress where I fall on top of her and enter quickly, her legs wrapping around my waist and her center hungry for me, missing me when I’m gone.