Page 34 of Fear of Love (Falling #3)

My lips curled as I watched her lose complete control, hips grinding and swiveling as she rode my thigh. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth parted as she moaned. God, her moans were the best sounds I’d ever heard. They were my own little song, a melody created by her for me.

“Come for me,” I murmured.

It only took her a few more strokes on my thigh for her to let go, body shuddering, fingers digging into my forearms as I squeezed her throat, drawing out her orgasm.

When I felt her slump against the wall, I released her neck. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, her legs automatically curling around my waist. As I carried her toward her bedroom, she kissed along my neck. Her teeth nipped at the skin, making me tighten my grip on the backs of her thighs.

As much as I wanted to sink my cock into her, I had other plans in mind. In the middle of her room, I gently placed her feet on the ground and took a step back.

“Strip.”

I loved the way her eyes darkened when I took control. She didn’t hesitate in reaching behind her to unzip her dress. The action shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

With her eyes on me, Lydia eased the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She knew exactly what she was doing as she slowly dragged the fabric down her arms. My mouth watered as her dress dropped to her waist, baring her breasts.

Her nipples stiffened into peaks, making me want to suck and nibble on them. Her breasts were a perfect hand and mouthful. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from touching her.

With a teasing smirk, she wiggled the dress down her hips until it dropped to the floor. She was perfect . I couldn’t think of a sexier sight than Lydia standing in front of me wearing a pair of heels and a tiny black lace thong.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I knew she heard me as she ran her hands down her breasts, pinching her own nipples, before continuing downward to touch her pussy.

“Tease,” I said, jaw tense with restraint. She started to take off her heels, but I shook my head. “Uh uh. Those stay on.”

Lydia bit her lip as she straightened, fingers finding the sides of her thong. She gave me a look as if asking for permission. I nodded for her to continue. I watched with rapt attention as she pulled her thong down her long legs.

I was wrong. Lydia in front of me in only a pair of heels was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. From the moment I met her, I knew she was gorgeous, but goddamn, she was something else.

I didn’t recognize my voice or how deep it was when I said, “On your hands and knees.”

In one swift movement Lydia did as I asked. Keeping my hands to myself was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I moved to sit on the edge of her bed.

“Crawl.” Her hips swayed as she moved along the carpet toward me, her eyes locked with mine. The sight was almost enough to make me come in my pants. “You look beautiful when you crawl for me.”

When she stopped between my legs, settling back on her heels, I reached out and touched her head. My fingers trailed down the side of her face and over her cheeks. Hand under her jaw, I titled her head back, thumb pressed against her lips. With a little pressure, I smeared her red lipstick.

Fuck me.

Letting her go, I leaned back on my hands and watched as she positioned herself between my legs. I didn’t have to say a word for her to get the hint.

Moving up onto her knees, she reached for the buttons of my dress pants. One of my favorite parts of foreplay involved undressing. Having someone peel off their clothes, exposing their skin slowly and teasingly. I loved the way anticipation built, each person impatient to get the other naked.

I lifted my hips and helped her slide my pants off.

She tossed them to the corner of her room before she palmed my cock through my boxers.

I was so turned on that just a simple touch had my hips bucking against her hand.

The tight leash I had on my control was close to snapping as she slipped a hand under the cotton.

The glint in her eyes told me she enjoyed the groan that worked up the back of my throat as she traced the head of my cock with just her fingertips. This was definitely payback for teasing her a few minutes ago.

I lifted my hips, silently telling Lydia to take them off. In a matter of seconds, they were tossed aside like my pants. Her hand gripped my length and all it took was a few tugs to make my eyes roll back.

I could feel myself pulsing in her grip. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow before I was inside of her. Almost like she could read my thoughts, a warm wet mouth wrapped around me. The way Lydia’s lips stretched over me was a sight forever engraved in my mind.

Even with her mouth full, I could tell she was smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was far from being in control. I was putty in her hands.

“Holy shit, babe.” I groaned when she took me to the back of her throat in one go.

Those enchanting green eyes stared up at me as she held herself there.

In my head, I counted to ten before she pulled back.

Her tongue swirled at my tip before she did it again.

The second I saw her eyes water, my control ceased to exist.

With her hair in my fist, I yanked her mouth off me. I gave her no time to catch her breath before I hauled her up onto the bed. I forced her onto her stomach and tugged her hips into the air. Fisting her blonde hair in one hand, I held her head back as I slid my cock inside of her.

The sound that came from my throat was almost inhuman. Lydia’s moans echoed around her room as I slammed into her. She fit me like a glove. Like she was made for me. With one hand in her hair and one on her hip, I drove into her.

There was nothing sweet and soft about it. I was staking my claim. I leaned over her back and positioned my mouth next to her ear.

“This is mine,” I grunted. “Mine and mine alone.” I enunciated each word with a thrust of my hips. Lydia’s warmth tightened around me, her pussy my favorite goddamn haven. Her moans were music to my ears.

“Do I make myself clear, Blondie?” When she didn’t immediately reply, I brought my hand down on her ass with a slap. “Am I clear, Lydia?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m all yours.”

That’s all I needed to hear as I pushed into her, the pressure in my chest lifting as I fucked the woman that was slowly stealing my heart.