Page 80 of Angels Fall

It’s perfect. I mean, nothing’s perfect, but this feels perfect. Like all the bad stuff is gone now. Like we’ve got a handle on all this shit. Like maybe… maybe we’re even in it together.

Which would be nice, for once. To have a partner. To rely on someone. To know I’m not alone.

I bet he feels that way too.

I continue to move my hips, letting him stay inside me, but not giving in completely. Not yet. My fingertips thread up through his hair as I lean down into his neck and begin to kiss. His earlobe, which makes him sigh. Then down his neck until I’m kissing the base of his throat.

He holds absolutely still, his large hands gripping my ass in a hard squeeze. Maybe it’s because my position has him deeper inside me? Maybe it’s because it feels so good, he just goes with it? Kinda surrenders. Or maybe it’s because he wants to remember this moment for later? Burn it into his brain and keep it there like a good-luck charm.

That’s why I go still.

I want to hold this moment in my head forever.

“Maddie,” he says.

But I keep kissing him, letting my name fade into the darkness.

His eyes remain closed, but his hands begin to move me, his firm grip on my hips pushing me forward, then back. Forward, then back. It’s enough to drive me crazy because each time my clit slides along his skin.

I bow my head and give in, just like he did. Sink my forehead into his chest as his lips find my neck now. He kisses me as I remain still. He rocks us back and forth as I breathe through the slow-building excitement inside me.

It’s not hard and fast, like the other times we’ve fucked. It’s something else. Something softer. Something natural. A lazy, easy motion that feels more like the rocking of a boat than the crashing of thunder.

He’s relaxed. Maybe for the first time since we’ve become reacquainted. Totally at ease down here in this dark tunnel.

This is different. Something more than fucking. Something better than sex.

This is… maybe… love?

Maybe this is what it feels like?

If you’d have asked me if this slow motion would be enough to make me come before I met Tyler all those weeks ago, I’d have laughed. Sex was something physical. Something hard and fast. An act completed hastily in an alley or a hotel bedroom.

And even though we’ve done it that way, and those times were all great, this… this isn’t that. This is more. And the climax I didn’t think possible is building. Not because our bodies are merged, but because our emotions are.

“God. Dammit,” Tyler whispers.

I know what he means. Goddammit. This is something new. Something unexpected. Something we both seem to need. And want, too.

He bites my ear, then my neck. One of his hands lets go of my hip to play with the fox tail, moving it in and out. Making me gasp and hold my breath as the feeling of both his cock and the plug rubbing against each other inside me take hold of all those slow, easy thoughts. Because… you know, sex is still sex. It makes you do things you don’t have to think about. Becomes primal. Basic instinct. Just desire and…

“Maddie,” he says, his chest moving up and down quickly, like there’s not enough air to fuel him.

“Come,” I whisper into his ear. “Just come. Inside me. Right now.”

He moans out. Just a grunt. But it’s a yes, and that’s all I needed to know.

I let go of everything as he stiffens. I let go of the past, and the present. I think about nothing but us, together, in this moment. I don’t care that it means something. It doesn’t matter.

I. Just. Let. Go.

I feel him release inside me. Slick heat as his cock throbs against the walls of my pussy.

And that’s it. I am there. With him. Waves of pleasure shiver up my body, making the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

And I feel… I feel like somehow… heaven has touched me.

Tyler Morgan has found my filthy soul and washed it clean.