Downfall(33)

My hands curled instinctively in the light fabric keeping her skin from touching mine. I wanted to hold on to her, to this moment, but I wanted to feel her skin against mine even more. I had to believe this thing between us wasn’t fleeting, that it was fate. Orley and Noble were put in my path for a reason. I wasn’t sure if it was to test me, or to show her there could be good in bad places, but whatever the reason, I wasn’t about to squander it. My mother hadn’t raised a fool.

Her black tank top joined my hat in a discarded heap. I whispered her name when the soft swell of her breasts pushed against my chest. The tips felt like velvet points as they dragged across my skin.

She pulled her mouth away from mine when my hands climbed up her sides, gliding over her ribs, tracing the outer curve of her breast, until my finger found her puckered nipple. It beaded even tighter under my touch and her eyes went out of focus. Her hips shifted on my lap, and suddenly all her warm and wet places were hovering directly over the hardness my nylon shorts were doing a shit job of containing. It was incredibly intimate and slightly overwhelming. I wasn’t new to the rise of desire and pulse of impatient want. But I had no clue how to handle the surge of possession and thrum of rightness that rushed through my blood in Orley’s presence. When I was with other girls, when I gave up any of my valuable time to fuck around, it was because I had an itch that needed to be scratched. With Orley, I felt like if I couldn’t get closer, if I didn’t get to have all of her, I would die. She felt vital and so much more important than anyone who had come before her.

Her lips landed on the side of my neck, tongue darting out and licking along the outline of one of my many tattoos. She hummed lightly against my skin and my dick throbbed so hard it hurt. She must have felt my response because her hips rotated and pressed downward. The sensation had my eyes threatening to roll back in my head. I palmed each breast in my hands and tilted my head to the side to give her more access to my neck.

“Do I taste different?” Even though she was the one who stood out in this dark and dreary place, she was a breath of fresh air when I’d learned long ago to blend in.

Her head lifted but moved so her lips were near my ear. “Better. You taste better.” Her tongue traced the shell of my ear and her lips lightly tugged on the lobe, which made me grunt in response.

I put my hands on her narrow waist and pulled until she was hovering on her knees while perched over me. It was my turn to get a taste. I wanted to know how all the different parts of her felt on my tongue. I wanted to savor all her different flavors and find out if she liked it when I used my teeth, or if she was all about the precise flick of my tongue on her most sensitive places.

While she toyed around with my ear and dragged her fingers across my scalp, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and assaulted the erect bud with my tongue and teeth. I heard her gasp and felt her nails bite into my skin with more force. Her head dropped backward and the end of her ponytail tickled the inside of my thighs. It tickled, but also made my balls ache, and I wanted to feel the silky strands brushing against my cock. I wanted to know how her mouth felt wrapped around the hard length, and how deep I could go before her pretty eyes glazed over and started to water. I wanted to push her, to tempt and to tease. I wanted to play with her, to lay every sexual trick I knew down on her and show her I was as serious as a heart attack. I was far more wrapped up in Orley than I had ever been with anyone else, and I didn’t even know her last name.

I released the nipple I was torturing with a wet pop and moved to the other. They were a pretty color of raspberry, flushed and begging for attention. She had a hot pink flush crawling up her neck and staining her cheeks. She looked a little wild and a lot wanton. She looked like she belonged exactly where she was, a heartbeat away from riding my dick until we were both breathless and lost to oblivion.

I carefully worked just the tips of my fingers under the elastic waistband of her low-riding black pants. I wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go, how much of herself she was ready to give. I hadn’t moved this slow or with this much careful deliberation since I was a teenager trying to convince the first girl I ever had a crush on to give it up to me one night while her parents were out of town. I wanted to be respectful of Orley’s boundaries that I might not be able to see through the fog of lust clouding my vision. She didn’t make a sound or protest when my palms dipped below the fabric and skimmed beneath her bellybutton. Her abs contracted and quivered. Her legs trembled against the outside of mine. I heard my name, part question, part plea from somewhere above my head, but she didn’t pull back or tell me to stop, so I kept up the glacial pace across her skin in search of her heat and softness.

I used the edge of my teeth on her pert nipple to distract her as the tips of my fingers hit unbelievably soft skin and the proof of her desire. She was slippery and delicate as glass under my questing touch. But once again she proved there was more to her than my misguided first impressions. As I spread her slick folds and went in search of the hot, fluttering opening to her body, one hand tightened in my hair and the other reached out to clasp my jaw. Her fingers bit into my skin as she pulled me off the nipple I was devouring and looked directly into my eyes.

“Solo.” Her eyes practically burned into mine. “I’m not going to break. I had a baby. There is no way anything you do down there is going to hurt me or scare me. If you’re going to touch me, I want to feel it. I want to remember it.” She dropped her head and gave me a hard, quick kiss. “Touch me.”