Page 37 of Rise After Fall

Instead of replying, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head.

My eyes stay on her face.

Holy shit.

“What are you doing?” I gasp as the tips of my fingers slide up her bare skin.

“I saw you naked,” she says.

An image of her from my dream, completely naked and crying my name, flashes in my mind.

I bring my mouth to her throat and lay a kiss on her pulse.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask.

“I’m straddling you in nothing but my panties,” she says.

That’s all it takes.

I flip her onto her back and take her mouth again. This kiss is much more intense than the first.

She tugs at the hem of my tee, and I bear up on my forearms to give her room. Our mouths disengage just long enough for me to help her yank it over my head. She tosses it, and I watch as it lands on the couch. Then, I bring my eyes back to hers before sweeping them down her bare torso.

Memorizing every curve.

With a growl, I crawl down her body. Peppering kisses as I go.

She writhes underneath me as I wrap a hand around one supple mound and knead lightly.

“Perfect,” I mutter before sucking a nipple gently between my teeth.

She groans and threads her fingers through my hair as I bite down. I give the other breast the same attention before sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs while continuing to nip at her skin.

I make it to her belly button and run my tongue around it.

“You taste so damn good,” I say, and my tongue skims the silk material covering her.

Her hips rise in response, and she whimpers in anticipation as I feed a finger into the lace and slide the panties down her legs.

I press a kiss into the dark curls at the top of her thighs, and her legs fall open, giving me complete access.

“Beautiful,” I whisper reverently, and I swipe my tongue across her core in one slow lick.

Her breath catches, and she grabs at the fibers of the rug beneath her.

I do it again, and she lets out a tortured moan and starts circling her hips to meet my lips. I tuck my hands under her hips and lift her.

She lets out an agitated mewl as I deposit her on the couch.

For a second, she’s confused and a little pissed, if I’m reading her face correctly. That is, until I tug her hips forward, and she gasps and clasps the back of the couch to steady herself as I bring my mouth back to her again.

That’s the moment I lose all self-control.

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck it firmly as I find her opening with my finger.

“Finally,” she cries and starts to ride my face slowly.

I press another finger inside, and she bears up and starts bucking against me wildly, moving faster and faster against my tongue.