Page 103 of Fall Over You

“Well, I mean, dirty talking and ass fucking sound great too. Just maybe not tonight.”

“I get it. How about, while we’re getting started, we keep it simple. Tell me what you want to do and how you’re feeling, and I’ll do the same. No pretzel positions or wild dirty talk necessary.”

Relief floods my chest. I do want all those things with Becca, but I’m so grateful she’s willing to ease into this. It’s further validation that she’s the right person for me.

But I’ve also wanted her since we were old enough to want these sorts of things and I’m ready to get this going.

I smirk. “So, dry missionary?”

She shrinks back from me. “Who said anything about dry? I didn’t say bad sex! I said simple!”

I tickle her side and she falls onto my chest, squirming and gasping for air. “Is this simple enough for you? How does this feel, huh, baby?”

“You’re the worst!” she cries through a fit of laughter.

My hands scrape up and down her back as my mouth cruises down her neck, her laughs turning into sighs. I clap her ass cheek with one cupped hand and fist the other into the back of her hair. Her eyes meet mine before we sink into a hot, desperate kiss.

For one blissful moment, I have the feeling that everything I’ve ever dreamed of is coming true.

My child is safe.

We’re in a beautiful, happy home.

And Becca Martin is my wife.

Not just my wife, but my sexy, hot, amazing, wonderful partner. Collaborator. Co-conspirator.

And she’s not someone I shouldn’t want. She’s good for me. Healthy, even. And all I want is to give her back everything she’s given me.

It’s work for me to break our kiss, because I’m enjoying it too much: her ass in my hands, her grinding on me, her hand holding my jaw like she needs me closer. Like she can’t lose me.

Like she doesn’t want to lose me. I sure as hell don’t want to lose her.

“How long have you wanted me?” she asks breathlessly. She sits up on me, pulling her bedtime t-shirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, so I get instant access to her tits. I sit up and peel my own shirt off and toss it away. I contemplate her question while I kiss down her chest, brushing my lips on her nipple piercings.

There’s no one day. No one time. There were times when it was stronger or weaker. But there’s a part of me that always ached for Becca.

So I answer honestly. “Always.”

Becca’s face softens, even though she’s flicking her nipple studs between her fingers. “Then why don’t you do what you’ve always wanted to do to me?”

I tongue over one of the studs and wink up at her. “That might not be simple.”

She giggles. “You set the pace, Big Daddy.”

I sit all the way up and adjust us so she’s on her back and I’m on top of her. “What did I tell you about that name?”

She gives me her best innocent look. “That you might like it. But I did promise to go easy on you, so—” She shushes herself with a finger over her lips.

“Yeah. You’d better if you don’t want me to come all over your leg.”

I sit back on my heels and pull her bottoms and underwear all the way off. This is my first time seeing her naked, just for me. No one else is here. It’s just me, and her, and I don’t have to share her with anyone.

Mine.

But she’s missing one little touch.

“Where are your rings?”