Fallen Too Far (Too Far, #1)(52)

Blaire’s movements changed, and she began rocking back and forth. My mouth greedily searched for her nipples and sucked at them as they bounced in front of me. “I’m gonna come,” she moaned, rocking harder.

“Fuck, baby, so good.”

And then she was screaming my name, jerking against me as her body shuddered. I exploded inside her, wrapping my arms around her waist to keep from falling off the f*cking earth without her. Her name fell from my lips more than once. My body vibrated and trembled as I fought to breathe. My release shot inside her, marking her. The beast inside me roared to life. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Blaire’s sex was still clenching me tightly as spasms hit her body. Each time she clamped down on my cock, I cried out. It was like I was coming again over and over. There wasn’t an end to this.

Finally, her body began to relax, releasing my dick from the clamp of pure nirvana it had been pulled into. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she fell into me, completely spent.

“Never. Never in all my life,” I managed to gasp through the lack of oxygen. “That was . . . God, Blaire, I don’t have words.” I couldn’t stop touching her. Stroking her back and cupping her ass in my hands, I let my body enjoy the aftermath.

“I believe the word you are looking for is epic,” Blaire said. Laughter bubbled up from her chest, and she leaned back to look at me.

“The most epic sex ever known to man,” I assured her. “I’m ruined. You know that, right? You’ve ruined me.”

She wiggled on my lap. I was still buried inside her. I wasn’t ready to move just yet. The fact that my cock could even stir again this soon after sex surprised me. “Hmmm, no, I think you might still work,” she said, grinning wickedly.

“God, woman, you’re gonna have me hard and ready again. I need to clean you up,” I told her.

She stared at me with an emotion I was too scared to hope for, then traced my bottom lip with the tip of her finger. “I won’t bleed again. I did that already,” she said shyly.

I pulled her finger into my mouth and sucked on it. I knew I had to tell her. She hadn’t realized the impact of having sex without a condom yet. I didn’t want to ruin this moment, but she had to know I didn’t have anything that could harm her. And if she wasn’t on birth control, it was still very unlikely that we had just made a baby. It took most couples months of trying. One mishap wouldn’t do it. “I wasn’t wearing a condom. I’m clean, though. I always wear a condom, and I get checked regularly,” I told her calmly.

She didn’t move or speak.

Shit. “I’m sorry. You got naked, and my brain kind of checked out. I promise you I’m clean,” I assured her.

“No, it’s OK. I believe you. I didn’t think about it, either,” she said, the shock still on her face.

I pulled her back against me. “Good, because that was f*cking unbelievable. I’ve never felt it without a condom. Knowing I was in you and feeling you bare makes me real damn happy. You felt amazing. All hot and wet and so very tight.”

She rocked against me, and my cock started growing again. God, she felt good. “Mmm,” she murmured.

I wanted more. Like this. Just here. But . . . “Are you on any birth control?”

She shook her head. Of course she wasn’t. She had no reason to be. We were going to have to change that, though. I would have to have her bare again. Now that I knew how she felt, there was no going back.

Groaning, I moved her until I was no longer buried inside her. “We can’t do that again until you are. But you’ve got me all hard again.” I reached down and ran my finger over her swollen clit. She was already turned on again, too. “So sexy ,” I whispered, as I watched the small bud pulse against my thumb. She threw her head back and moaned. I needed to have her again. I would pull out this time. I just . . . oh, f*ck, I had to be inside her. “Blaire, come take a shower with me,” I said.

“OK.”

She let me guide her to the bathroom. I turned on the heated floors when we walked in so that the marble floor wouldn’t be so cold to her bare feet. Then I turned on the shower heads and the steamer option. Turning back, I took her hand. “I want you in the shower. What we did out there was the best f*ck I’ve ever had in my life. But in here, it’s gonna be slower. I’ll take care of you.” I pulled her into the large shower. Water hit us from directly overhead and from the two shower heads mounted on each side wall. Closing the door, I pressed the sealer so that the steam would fill the shower.

Blaire was looking around with awe. “I didn’t know they made showers this big or this complicated. You have water coming from everywhere—and is that steam?”

Grinning, I pulled her over toward the large bench. “Hold on to my shoulders,” I told her, before reaching down, taking her leg, and lifting it until her foot was on the bench. Her * was completely open to me, and I didn’t say anything more. I filled my hands with body wash and worked it into a lather before moving to wash the insides of her thighs.

“Rush!” She gasped, squeezing my shoulders and leaning into me more.

I continued washing my come off her thighs, where it had leaked out of her, making them sticky. Lifting my head, I watched her face as I touched her tender folds. I didn’t want to burn or sting her, I just wanted to clean her.