London Falling (Falling #2)(76)
“If I asked you to move into my flat, would you consider it?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes closed at my answer. A sense of peace, along with the twinges of desire and lust filled the air. One of his hands trailed up my spine and pulled me into his body. His lips barely touched mine as we breathed in each other’s air, alternating and matching our breaths perfectly.
“Move in with me, Beauty. I don’t want to be without you.”
“Prove it,” I whispered as his lips slanted over mine.
I licked the seam of his lips and deepened the kiss. It was the first full-bodied standing hold we’d had in months. It was everything we needed and more. He ate from my mouth and devoured my kiss. His hands held my face where he wanted so he could plunge his tongue further, leaving no part of me un-kissed. Slowly, he walked us back to the bed. The moment my knees hit the mattress, I took advantage and twirled around him.
My greedy hands unbuttoned his shirt, trying desperately to get to bare skin. Collier was a sight to behold on a good day. Right now, when I was finally about to have my man the way I needed him, he was a masterpiece. I couldn’t wait any longer and yanked at the fabric, the last two buttons skittered along the wood floor. I leaned away from his lips and ripped my shirt over my head. I wanted nothing but skin on skin.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he said, his mouth moving down my neck toward the exposed cleavage. I shook my head, not wanting him to hurt his healing ribs.
“Collier. Pants. Off. Now,” I said each word in staccato. “Then get on the bed naked as the day you were born. I’ve waited two long months for this and I’m not going to let you hurt yourself in the process. That will delay us more in the near future and I’m not a risk taker.”
“Bossy bird.” He pretended to be affronted but I was getting to him. If the sheer size and swelling of his cock when he released it from his jeans was any indication, he was most certainly not unhappy. Quite the opposite.
I clasped a hand around his silk-wrapped steel appendage and was rewarded with a groan and a tilt of his head. It was impossible to resist tasting the corded muscle along his neck so I took advantage, running my tongue from his clavicle to his ear. He tasted of salt and sex and I couldn’t wait for more.
“Bed. Now. Please, Collier.”
He slowly prowled along the bed and leaned back against the headboard. The thick length of his cock strained proudly against his abdomen as if it was reaching for its mate. My sex wept with need at the sight. I licked my lips and imagined putting my mouth across the velvety head of his shaft, already anticipating his musky scent and spicy flavor. Collier let me look my fill as I shucked my pants, along with my underwear. Unclipping my bra, I let it fall to the floor. His intake of breath at seeing my bare body was the only indication that he was affected as strongly as I was. His cock twitched at the sight of my bare breasts. Even with his ribs taped, he was my own personal, sexy assed Englishman and I physically itched to take him inside my body.
***
“Come here, Beauty. Be with me.” I licked my lips as the sexiest woman alive crawled up the bed. She straddled my lap, hovering just over my prick. Those blue eyes of hers were almost black and I knew what she wanted.
Slowly, I encircled her waist and slid just my fingertips over each delicate rib, thankful that they were only bruised in the accident. She sighed as I completed the journey up to cup the heavy weight of her glorious breasts, swiping my thumb along each peak in the little circles I knew she liked.
“Take what you want from me,” I told her as I placed my mouth over one nipple, making it pebble and swell like ripened berries as I milked it.
She hovered a moment as I teased and laved at her luscious tits. I could spend all day fondling them, sucking, nibbling, biting. I told her so.
I felt her warmth encase just the tip of my cock. “Look at me,” she requested. I couldn’t deny her anything. As my eyes met hers, she slowly sank down, inch by inch. From tip to the bloody root she took me into her tight, wet, heat. We both exhaled when we were mated completely. The moment was so strong, I knew nothing else could ever compare to it. She was my world now and I’d do anything and everything to ensure she’d be a part of it forever. I was never going to let her go.
London leaned her forehead against mine. “For once in my life, I feel as though I'm right where I belong.”
“Wherever I am is where you belong. I love you, London. Move in with me. Be mine every day.”
She lifted her sexy hips up and slammed down, bringing a rough groan from my lips. “Yes, I will. It’s time.”
Another lift and with this one, I thrust into her. She gasped. Another thrust as she came down once more, then she grinded into my pelvic bone, giving that sweet little clit a good bit of pressure. I held her hips and pressed her harder against me, going as deep as possible, enjoying the little moan she made each time I did.
My girl had the gift of riding cock. Her legs strained and her body bowed as she rode me hard. She planted those delicate hands along my shoulders for leverage and gave me everything. It was the most spectacular vision. Her breasts bounced, skin shined, lips glistened and the sound. Oh, Christ, the sound of her body sucking my cock in and out of her swollen cleft made me insane. I looked down and the petals of her sex opened wide around my prick, hugging me, taking me into her body, her heart, and her soul, sending a spiral of pleasure through every ounce of my body.