Page 100 of Fall Over You

I wrinkle my nose and giggle. “Always wanted to get slapped by your meat.”

Tyler laughs. “Please never change.”

“Dedicated to reliability,” I say as I wrap a hand around his shaft. I kiss the underside of his tip, then lick up his thick ridge while my other hand cups his balls.

I open wide and put Tyler in my mouth, looking up at him when the ladder rattles.

“I don’t want to fall.”

I pop off the tip and he hisses. “Then hold on tight.”

I pick up a steady rhythm, and Tyler groans and gasps above me.

“So good, Reba. Fuck.”

Judging by the abundance of precum salting my tongue, this is going to be one of the shorter blowjobs I’ve ever given. His knuckles are white against the ladder and a glance up shows Tyler’s head thrown back, his throat working, reveling in the delicious agony I’m giving him.

I love this power.

This man hasn’t let himself enjoy much of anything for the past few years, and I’m bringing him back to life.

And I have that unique power because he’s mine. Monogamy never hit that good for me in the past. Nice to have, but I didn’t mind having some agreed-upon variety in a relationship.

But the mere thought of sharing Tyler with someone else makes me animalistic, ready to claw somebody in the face.

Maybe that raccoon that touched my face infiltrated my brain somehow. I’ve never been like this.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he rasps. “Prettiest girl in Paint and she’s got my cock in her mouth.”

I smile around him because I love this so much: the praise, the feel of him in my mouth, the gift of getting him to let go for a little while. He grunts again and again, louder with each bob of my head.

“Baby, I’m close.” When I keep going, he whimpers and I look up to find Tyler’s jaw dropped, then clenching, his focus solely on me. “Fuck, Becca, I’m really gonna come.”

I stay right where I am and he moans again, brows pinching, words gritted out in disbelief. “You’re gonna take every drop, aren’t you? You want it all, don’t you?”

His hand grips the back of my head with a rushed out, “okay?” and my nod.

He punctuates his words with a push against my head. “My filthy, perfect wife.”

Tyler growls with one last thrust, then whimpers as the first shot hits the back of my tongue. “Becca, fuck.”

I watch him fall apart above me and suck until he’s done, swallowing him down.

“Thanks for fixing my ceiling,” I hum when I finally release him from my lips with a quick kiss to his tip.

His smile is broad, his relief feeling like such an achievement for me. I stick out my tongue and we both laugh when he taps his cock against it a couple times. Carefully, he pulls up his pants and tucks himself away, then comes down the ladder. He wraps me in his arms and gazes down at me like I am solely responsible for every good thing on this earth. “Wanted to make sure you had somewhere comfortable to sleep.”

My face muscles are tired as all hell, so I feel them slacken at my disappointment. “Yeah. Thanks.”

I was looking forward to another night with him. I’d already thought about all the little things I’d tell him about my day, and all the things he might have to tell me. I thought about how good it would feel to be nestled in his arms, safe and warm. And I’m there now, but I don’t feel invited anymore.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. Just tired,” I say, starting to step away.

“Becca, I’m not trying to throw you out. I just wanted to give you your room back.”

I was the one who suggested we go slow. I just didn’t anticipate how much it would hurt when Tyler slammed the brakes.