London Falling (Falling #2)(77)

A fine sheen of sweat misted our skin and the coiling of tension in my boys was so close to bursting I bit my lip hard to prevent release. My girl wasn’t quite there yet. Mewling sounds left her lips as her breath came in hefty pants. Her body flowed up and came down hard, pounding as if she was trying to force herself to let go, releasing all of the anxiety, the fear, everything and just falling into me…into us.

“Baby, let go,“ I urged and thrust hard into her. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my ribs added to the pleasure in my lower half, coalescing and mixing into a stew of bliss.

“I’m still afraid to fall… she whispered and bowed her back. I took a nipple into my mouth and bit down. Her body shook with the exertion.

“You never have to be afraid to fall. Not with me, London.”

With that her entire body tightened, her sex gripping my prick in a vice as she soared. One, two, three more powerful thrusts and I fell right along with her, gripping and hugging her slick body, keeping us intertwined while we both roared above the heavens through our combined release. Once we came down, I felt tears pelt my back.

“Beauty, why?” I rubbed her spine, worried I’d asked too much, forcing her to drop that last wall.

“You caught me.” She breathed against my neck and ear, tucked tightly against me. I wouldn’t have her anywhere else. Couldn’t bear to be away from her ever again.

I hugged her tight, chest to chest, skin to skin. Cupping both her cheeks I kissed her lips lightly then waited until her gaze aligned with mine. She was the most precious thing in the world to me and she was all mine. I was never letting her go.

“When my London falls…it will always be me there, waiting to catch you.”