Downfall(60)

I slid my hands under Orley’s very nice backside and pulled her closer to my mouth. I shifted tactics and used the edge of my teeth on her clit. Her entire body vibrated in my hands and her nails dug into my scalp hard enough to hurt. I grunted a little, and felt her hips roll, forcing her hips closer to my face. It was awesome to be with someone who couldn’t get enough. Orley told me she was relatively inexperienced when it came to sex and intimacy, which reminded me she was still so young. But she rolled with everything I threw at her and came at me just as hard. It almost seemed like we were meant to be. We clicked when we were in bed together. We both blindly tried to navigate making a serious relationship work in a less-than-ideal situation.

“Close, Solo. So close.” Her toned thighs clamped around my ears and her back bowed up off the bed. I could tell she was right on the edge, because she was soaking wet and her body was undulating wildly in my hands. Her breathless whisper was hot and so was the way her heels dug into the center of my back. I liked the trail of shiny, slick moisture I left along her inner thigh when I pulled my mouth off her flushed opening and dragged it down the soft line of skin.

She shoved a condom in my hand as I crawled my way up her body. Neither one of us mentioned the incident in the shower being less than well thought out, but I wasn’t going anywhere—wasn’t running like her piece-of-shit sperm donor—regardless of the consequences of needing her so badly I couldn’t think straight. Once I had things wrapped up and good to go, I hitched one of her legs over my hip, braced a forearm above her head and let my body sink fully into hers. We both sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. I loved the way she engulfed me, greedy, and impatient. She used the heel resting on my ass to hurry me up, wanting the full length of my erection imbedded inside of her as deeply as possible. It was easy enough to tell when I hit her spot. Her entire body flushed and she made a keening, high sound that immediately made my dick harder than it already was.

I kissed her on the forehead and started to move. With each drag of my cock through the tight, wet clamp of her body, it felt like the top of my skull was going to blow off. Nobody felt as good as this woman. Being inside of her was my new favorite place and the only way I was going to give her up was if someone killed me. Being with Orley really did bring about feelings worth dying for. I never thought I would care about another person to that drastic of an extent, but here I was. I wasn’t sure I was old and mature enough to call what we did making love, but I was certain it was a whole lot more than just sex.

“Love the way you feel under me.” And I liked that I was the only thing she could see when her bright blue eyes opened; she was completely surrounded by my body and my need. The combination was absolutely euphoric.

“I love being under you. It feels safe here.” Her hands cupped each side of my face and her forehead knocked clumsily against my chin as she started to nibble along the line of my throat. When her teeth grazed my Adam’s apple, my hips kicked into hers involuntarily. Between all the interrupted sexy moments, and the fact I could still taste her all over my tongue, it wasn’t going to take much to shove me over the edge into a thought-stealing orgasm.

Fortunately, Orley’s control was stretched as thin as mine. I shifted my head so I could get my mouth on her pretty, pointed nipples. All it took was a little suction and a tiny bite on one, then the other, to have her bucking underneath me and coming apart around my cock. The pulse of her completion pulled my own from where it lingered in anticipation. Heat tap danced its way up and down my spine as my rhythm faltered and my hips rocked aimlessly into the cradle of hers, mindlessly seeking out every single last drop of pleasure. Now that I’d been inside her with nothing between us, I was going to have to move getting to the point where we could go bare up high on the priority list. If we were going to be forced to sneak in intimate moments amongst the chaos of our everyday lives, I wanted them to feel as bright and pure as possible.

I collapsed on top of her in a sweaty, satiated mess. Her legs locked around my waist and I could feel both of us softening and relaxing in a haze of utter bliss and satisfaction. We were good together, and each time seemed better than the time before.

Orley bit my shoulder playfully and kissed the small hurt. The tip of her tongue dragged along the tattoo that lived there and I remembered her telling me she wanted to trace them all. She wasn’t even a third of the way there yet. She was still working on everything from my pecs up. I buried my nose in the hollow behind her ear and smiled against her skin. I’d never really experienced peace before she came along, but I understood the feeling now. When I was with Orley like this, there was nothing on my mind but how good I felt and pride at knowing I was the one who made her limp and languid. I always felt like I was carrying around so much responsibility, it was an honest-to-God treat to feel like the only thing required of me at the moment was making the woman beneath me feel good.

Of course, one of our phones chose that very moment to ring.

I didn’t want to move; I never wanted to move, but I knew Orley wouldn’t let me ignore the sound. It could be the Boss or someone from my mother’s facility. If it was her phone, she would be worried it was her boss, or possibly Erica. I told her the girls were keeping an eye out for anything suspicious at the apartment complex. After what happened to Lester, Orley was terrified her father would send his henchmen after anyone who might know where she was stashing Noble. She didn’t want her friends to get hurt in the line of fire trying to keep her safe.