Page 22 of Jump or Fall

Heat bloomed in her middle, her body clenching with each slow, deliberate movement of him inside her.

One. Two.

No. You’re safe.

“I think about your perfect legs wrapped around me when I stroke myself,” he said, his voice low. Mara shuddered as he slid another finger inside her and curled them.

Fuck. He was going to drive her crazy. She’d been picturing him too. The way he’d grabbed onto her knee and pulled her close on the bike made her want to drag him back to the tunnel.

“I come when I imagine them shaking against me, while I’m deep inside you,” he confessed, his breath ragged.

Please, never let this stop. Everything was so vivid. She never wanted it to end.

Drip.

No. Almost there…

Gordon kissed her bottom lip, and lightly nipped her. “Stay with me.”

His pace quickened, as if he could sense she was getting close, his rhythm urging her toward the edge .

She grabbed a fistful of the blanket, desperate to hold onto something as she swallowed the moan rising out of her throat.

“I need to hear you, Mara.”

She let out a small gasp, a sound that teetered between a breath and whimper. Her entire body shuddered in his arms as he pulled her closer, his voice hushed against her ear, “That’s it… Let go. Let go for me.”

Shockwaves of pure bliss crashed through her. Every ounce of control shattered as she rocked against his palm and a desperate moan escaped her lips.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful when you come,” he said, his eyes devouring her.

As the last tremors faded, she lay there, heart pounding and struggling to steady herself. It had been years since she’d had an orgasm.

He withdrew his hand, watching her with a satisfied grin while she caught her breath.

She gripped his arm and urged him to move on top of her. “It’s your turn,” she teased while tugging at his waistband. “I can’t be selfish.”

He snorted. “Getting you off is hardly a chore.” Pressing his lips to her chest just over her racing heart, he added, “Don’t do anything just for me. I can wait.”

Mara cupped his face and pulled him down. “I want this, Gordon.” She pecked the tip of his nose. “I want to feel all of you.”

He responded with a low groan, his hands hastily working his pants down. Their lips barely parted as he pressed against her, the heat of his arousal making her ache.

Gordon reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. As he unwrapped it and slid it on, he kept his attention on her, maybe ensuring she still wanted this.

He guided himself down and brushed against her, spreading her wetness over his length in slow strokes .

She swallowed hard. What if it hurt? What if she couldn’t enjoy it? The sensations that slipped through when she was with Dawson were uncomfortable or even painful.

What if he gave her an STD? Condoms didn’t always work. She doubted he would omit that information, but she needed to be sure.

“Have you been tested?” she blurted out.

His eyebrows rose and he leaned over to grab his tablet. He tapped a few times then turned it for her to see.

Every panel was negative.

“It’s from a year ago,” he said. “But… I haven’t slept with anyone since then.”

She handed it back to him, feeling relieved but still nervous. “Thank you. If I had my tablet, I’d show you mine… I’m tested every month.”

Her throat burned from having to mention Dawson, even if it was indirectly. It was like he lurked in every possible moment and she couldn’t escape.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. His eyes swept over her, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “If you aren’t ready, that’s fine. We can stop right now.”

“No,” she whispered. “I want this.”

He nodded and went back to sliding his erection against her center. Even through her anxiousness she could recognize how good it felt.

How was he so patient? Did he really think she was worth all this effort?

“I need you to make me a promise,” he said, his voice thick with restraint.

It was taking everything in her not to push against him. “Anything.”

“If you don’t like something or you’re uncomfortable, tell me.” His hand trailed down the curve of her waist and settled on her hip. “I will stop. Always.”

“I promise.”

He removed his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and toned muscles. Of course he was gorgeous all over .

Something else caught her eye as he leaned forward again. Gordon was wearing the key she’d given him on a chain around his neck.

“You did like my gift.”

He kissed her cheek as she hooked her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. The anticipation was killing her.

“I like everything you give me,” he replied.

He teased at her entrance, his eyes searching hers as he eased in slowly.

Just that slight pressure sent a shiver to her core.

She arched her back and closed her eyes as a low moan escaped.

The concern over pain had been for nothing.

Even as he sank deeper, she eagerly accepted him, desperate for everything he could give.

His lips parted as he made a barely audible sound.

“If you make any more sounds like that,” he murmured, “I’ll be done before I can make you come again.”

“You want me to come again?”

Propping himself up on one arm, he ran his other hand along her stomach, slowly moving in and out. “If we had the time, I’d make you come until you asked me to stop… or one of us passed out.”

A rush of pleasure surged through her at his words. She loved hearing him talk like this—raw and unguarded. In the fleeting fantasies she’d allowed herself, there had never been so many words.

When his thumb found her clit, she sucked in a hard breath at how sensitive she’d become. On the rare occasion she climaxed, she’d never tried again so soon. Once had always been enough to sate her for months—or more recently, years.

But with Gordon, something had shifted. She wanted everything.

His rhythm picked up, pulling her into a dizzying spiral of sensation. Her breath hitched and her body tightened. She had forgotten it was possible to feel this good with another person.

“And tell me when you do like it,” he said, his voice husky.

“I like this… A lot,” she panted.

“Thank fucking God. ”

Even through the heightened sensitivity, that warm feeling was swallowing her up again. She couldn’t get enough of him. The way he caressed and watched her was like being worshiped.

Gordon’s hips jerked. “I need you to come,” he groaned. His thumb circled faster, coaxing her. “I need to feel you come on me.”

Mara clung to him, nails digging into his forearm as heat pooled low in her belly.

So close.

She tightened her legs around him. “Don't stop. Even if you’re about to come—just do it.”

“Fuck, Mara.”

His movements grew urgent and erratic. With another stroke of his thumb, he pushed her over the edge, where she was swallowed up by wave after wave of pleasure. She squeezed his hips with her legs, locking him in place.

Gordon wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair as he followed, whispering tender words against her ear.

In that moment, she was the happiest woman alive—shuddering beneath him, enveloped in his embrace.

All of her pain, forgotten.

He had her completely—mind, body, and soul.