Page 105 of Fall Over You

I find Becca looking at me. “What’s wrong?”

I run a hand through my hair and shake my head. “Nothing. I just. I got jealous? Of people who aren’t even here?”

Becca sits up and puts a hand on my shoulder. “I feel that way sometimes too. But they don’t matter.”

I never considered that there would have been a time when Becca was jealous of whoever had me. We’re both choosing each other right now, though, and that’s what matters. “No. They don’t.”

We lean into a kiss, and I come back into my body. I focus on how she feels in my hands, on how pretty her little sounds are, on how right this feels. Our tongues grow wilder, and her fingers drift over my hardness. We part and look into each other’s eyes. “You wanna do this?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She bites her lip. “Do you?”

“Definitely. Yes.”

“‘Kay. Good.” Becca shifts, drops to her stomach, and licks up my shaft to my barely stifled groan.

“Goddamn, baby.” I need to be inside her, but this feels too good. I let myself have it. I gather her hair in my hand and gently guide her head. She gags and I let off, but she doesn’t relent, going even deeper. “Fuckin’ show-off.”

I pull her off me and use her hair to bring her face to mine. Little tears fill her eyes and she’s panting, but she has the biggest smile. “You loved it,” she says.

“Yes, I fucking loved it. You win.” I eye her as I unwrap and roll on the condom. “Now let me fuck you.”

Giggling, Becca gets on her back, takes a foot in each hand, and demonstrates just how flexible she is. She laughs even harder when I sigh and throw myself between her very much open legs.

“You’re a mess.”

Becca looks up at me adoringly, and here we are, suspended somewhere between then and now. “Your favorite mess.”

I nod and kiss her. “My very favorite.”

We kiss some more, but I pull back when I’m ready to make my move. I notch myself at her entrance and love the way her jaw drops when I push inside. Her eyes soften in a way I never saw in those wild nights, her chin cocking up as she lets out a curse.

“You feel good?”

“More,” she gasps.

I smirk. “Plenty more. I’m only halfway, baby.”

Her eyes widen and I plunge deeper to her shocked moan.

“I know you can take it, Becca.”

She nods to agree with me, and I’ve never seen her overwhelmed like this. Everything in me swells, my pride, my thrill, my desire for this perfect woman.

Slowly, we rock together, watching each other’s eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, gaze heavy-lidded. I hold her tight, cupping the back of her head. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“You do too,” she whispers.

She curls up into my chest and cinches her arms around my back, clutching me like I’m the most important thing she’s ever held. I’m caught up in Becca, trying to absorb every detail while I lose myself in her.

She bucks her hips until she’s panting, screaming, it almost sounds like she’s crying, and I can’t hold back. I pound and pound until she grips my jaw and pulls my face so she can watch me lose it.

“I need to see you,” she cries. “So good, Ty.”

Her ankles lock behind my back, a tight hold like she’ll never let me go.

“You’re perfect,” I manage. She changes the angle of her hips and I explode into her with an uncontrollable, full-body shudder.

But I don’t take my eyes off hers.