Page 118 of Fall Over You

I heave a breath. “I need to make up my mind.”

“Okay. Of course. We can do other stuff⁠—”

“No. I don’t know whether to suck you dry for wanting me to have your babies or whether I ride you until you can’t take it anymore.”

He beams and slips his hands under my arms, helping me kneel between his spread legs. With a grin, I shove his shoulder to push him to the floor and climb on top of him. I slow down before I make the next move. “You’re sure? I know this is hard for you. I promise I’m protected.”

He nods. “I know. I trust you. I want you like this.”

I’m ready to reach between us, but Tyler pulls me down to him for a tender kiss. He holds my hips and encourages me to grind on him. He says the words I’ve heard dozens of times from other people, but never from him. “Fuck me.”

I line us up and slide down, my eyes locked on Tyler’s. We start off slow, and I take a moment to absorb the details. My lips feel full and plush from all our kissing. His hands impart an all-consuming reverence, a security that this is it and we’re not going anywhere. His gaze travels all over my skin, always returning to my eyes. I have my hands beside his head at first, but once we’re good and warmed up, I want to savor this. I sit back on his thighs and alternate between rolling my hips and bouncing on him. Tyler lifts his head to watch.

“You ride me so fucking well.”

I wink at him while I grope my breasts. “I know.”

“Slow down, I’m too close,” he warns, so I do. At one point his hands lift my hips up and off of him. “Too close. Sit on my face.”

Do my knees hurt from riding him on a hard floor with only a dropcloth to protect them? Yes. Am I going to push through it? Also yes.

I climb forward and put my knees on either side of his face.

“That’s it, baby. Now ride me again.”

His beard is soft against me, and I get lost in the way his hands cup my ass, the way his tongue seeks me if I’m not close enough, the way his cock is still extremely erect with precum trailing all down the sides of it. His thumbs spread me wider, his tongue laser-focused on my sensitive bud that is so aroused it might explode.

“I love this, but I want you inside me. I want to come on your cock.”

Tyler presses up on his hands to help me off his face, the evidence of my arousal all down his neck and dripping onto his chest. He shifts me onto my back, raising my ass off the ground and balancing me on top of his thighs. He spreads my legs wide, holding one in each hand, and rocks forward on his knees to thrust into me.

“Oh, fuck, Ty.”

His eyes watch where he slowly pushes in and out of me. “You’re so wet, baby. I love seeing you all over me like this.”

I lower my hand to my clit, feeling the wetness but still craving more. “Please don’t pull out.” I fear that will scare him off, make him remember all the things he’s afraid of, but it just makes him go faster. “I want to feel it all.”

He grits out his next words. “I’m going to make you so fucking full, Becca. I’m going to give you everything.”

I nod and swallow, my throat getting dry. I know how to dirty talk, how to say the things that get people going. But I fucking mean it when I say, “I want to be full of you.”

“That what you want?” His fingertips sink deeper into my thighs, pulling me even farther apart as his cock glides into me, over and over. My fingers move faster over my clit and even the air from his labored breathing across my nipples is close to sending me over the edge. “You ready, baby?”

I’m trying to tell him yes, but I’m too busy shattering around him, watching him watch me, hearing his sweet grunt and gasp when he joins me, threading his hand with mine while he comes undone.

I smile at him as I’m coming off my high and that single-dimpled grin comes right back at me. “You really want that with me? To stay with me? To build a family with me?”

Tyler’s still inside me, but he takes my messy fingers in his hand and kisses them. “Yeah. I really do.”

I lift a shoulder. “So much for taking it slow.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You know what? I think we put in the time.”

FORTY-FIVE

TYLER

“Lookin’ good up there, Big Daddy. Why don’t you do what Jake did and ride around them barrels?”