London Falling (Falling #2)(38)

She turned around and before I could contain myself, I had her in my arms, back plastered against the door and my lips slanted over hers. She opened, immediately filling my mouth with the taste of white grapes. The unique smell of cinnamon filled my nose, making my knees quake.

I pressed my body into hers and she groaned into my mouth. Slowly, I slid a hand up her tanned thigh to palm and squeeze her luscious curves.

“Jesus Christ, you undo me.” I spoke into her open, panting mouth, then sipped more from her lips.

Her hands plucked at the belt at my waist, pulling it from the loops and unzipping my slacks. Too quickly the fabric pooled at my ankles. Using both hands I slipped her dress up her legs and yanked at the wisp of fabric she called underwear. The lace shredded on both sides in less than a second. A harsh tug on each side and nothing was between me and her bare *.

“Need a taste,” I slid to my knees at the sound of her groan.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this right…“ Her words fell to silence as the taste of pure honey exploded in my mouth, tongue fully entrenched between her thighs. I lifted her leg and urged her to slip it over my shoulder. She did, giving me perfect access to the sweet essence that was unique to London. I was ravenous, starving as I pulled the petals of her sex open and dove in. She cried out when I inserted two fingers deep into her and back out. The walls of her sex pulled and griped at my retreat.

Finding the wall within that made her wild, I clung to her clit and manipulated her until she was straining, holding my head against her sex roughly, uncaring how tight she gripped my hair. I f*cking loved making her lose control. As her breathing changed to a heavy pant, signaling my beauty was going to fall over the edge, I flicked at that little f*ck button and gazed up. Our eyes met. She was luminescent. Her body shook as I stroked her and sucked her into a powerful orgasm.

“Collier!” she half-whispered coming down slowly. Her orgasm subsided while I kissed my way up every piece of exposed skin. Pulling at the neck of her dress I licked and kissed the tops of her breasts, relishing the scent of her, wanting more of it invading my nostrils, filling my lungs with its sweetness.

“God, you smell so good.” I laved at a nipple and pushed her tit up and out of her bra. She moaned when I sucked her hardened peak, flicking the sensitive flesh. She gripped my face and pulled me into a bone melting kiss.

Her hand trailed down and pushed at my jockeys, pulling out my prick. “Fuck me,” she begged, lifting a bare leg over my hip. “Now.” She licked along my neck and bit my ear before planting her lips on mine.

Pressing her harder into the door, I lifted both thighs, wrapping them around my waist. Her sex lined up perfectly with mine as I swiveled my hips, just giving her the tip of my cock. Her legs tightened around my waist, desperately trying to force me into her completely. With a tilt of my hips I gave her an inch or so more. Her head fell back with a thud against the door.

“Please.” She licked her lips.

“You’ll have it when I give it to you.” I pressed another inch, dastardly slow, gripping her ass. I gritted my teeth, doing everything I could to hold back from impaling into the treasure between those toned thighs.

“You’re killing me. Fuck me!” She growled then swooped to take my lips. Slowly, I pushed another inch and she gasped.

“No, you’re torturing me, Beauty. I want you to know what it feels like to have something you want right in front of you, but not get to keep it.”

Her thighs tightened around me and her eyes closed in defeat.

“Don’t do this,” she begged.

Another inch earned me a deeper moan. “Please, Collier. I want…“

“I want another date. Another chance. Give it to me and I’ll f*ck you so hard you’ll see stars, Beauty.”

“Yes, okay. Anything just…“

Yes was all I needed. I pulled back my hips, gripped her ass and hammered into her, making sure to crush her clit with my pelvic bone on every stroke. Between cries and moans she said nonsensical words I couldn’t grasp as I pounded into her, breathing life back into our souls again. I needed this. She needed it.

The tight coil of pleasure built low in my back, flitted up through my groin and chest. Pure nirvana was approaching fast but I wanted her with me. Always with me.

“Beauty, I’m gonna come. Fill you up, make you mine again,” I whispered into her ear. Her teeth bit the side of my neck so hard she may have drawn blood. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her crooning into my neck, licking sucking the skin there. Her nails dug into my shoulders. All the while her * flooded with heat, squeezing and gripping my cock like a fist. Her body physically pulled the orgasm up from my balls, out my dick and into her waiting heat in long deep bursts of release.

“Fuck,” I practically roared, not caring who heard me, hoping Tripp did.

Both of us were spent while I held her tight, still gripping her ass, fingers white with the effort to hold on. She pulled back and kissed my mouth, slowly unhooking her legs.

The room smelled of sex, sweat and cinnamon. Perfect. She pulled her dress down and fixed her top. It was almost a sin to put those lovely knockers back in their hiding place. I yanked up the pants, never having moved from the spot around my ankles.

I nodded to a door across the room. “Toilet’s over there.” She nodded and made her way there. I sat down on the bed and waited for her to return.