Commodity - Page 69

I move faster.

Falk lifts his hips, meeting each stroke, but lets me set the pace. I lean forward a little more, wanting the friction against my clit. I can feel the pressure building up inside of me again. I move faster, my eyes closed and all my focus on that one, tiny spark as it grows. I grip his shoulders, pulling on him for support as I rock at a frantic pace. His fingers dig into my hips pulling me down on him as my stomach tightens. The feeling intensifies and explodes through my body as I scream.

“Oh, God! Falk! Falk!”

My legs shake uncontrollably as the feeling pulses through my skin. I cry out again as I collapse on top of him, my chest to his. Falk’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and he holds me tightly for a moment.

I feel his hand slip down my back, and he rolls us both until he’s on top of me. I sink against the mattress, unable to respond even as he starts kissing up my jaw.

“Don’t you pass out on me,” Falk whispers into my ear. “I am far from done with you.”

I can only stare at him and nod. I don’t have any words.

Falk leans back, strokes my skin from my shoulders, over my breasts, down to my stomach, and back up again. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and lifts me to him. He slides one hand down to my ass and pulls me into his lap, my legs wrapping around his hips.

With his arms around me, he lifts me gently and slowly until I can feel just the head of his cock inside of me, then pulls me back down, burying himself. He does this over and over as his mouth and tongue move along my collarbones.

I stroke his shoulders and the back of his neck, reveling in the feeling of him inside me, his body wrapped around me. His forehead glistens with sweat as he presses his lips to my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

He pulls me down and holds me there, panting. He looks at me with those dark, intense eyes for a moment before he closes them and takes a deep breath. I reach for his cheek and stoke his jaw. I can’t find any words to express to him what I’m feeling.

Falk raises himself up on his knees, slipping out of me as he lays me on my back. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he balances himself on one hand and strokes my skin with the other. His fingers dance over me, and I can feel every touch in my throbbing clit, but it’s his eyes that hold my attention. I can’t look away.

He leans forward and kisses me, our tongues wrapping around each other as he tilts his head to the side. He moves his hand over my stomach and between my legs, pushing them a little farther apart as he caresses me. His thumb is on my clit, rotating, as he pushes two fingers inside of me. He moves them around in a circle, stretching me as I moan beneath him.

He withdraws his fingers, and I glance down to watch him grip his cock and center it against my opening. He presses forward slowly, filling me again as I wrap my calves around his.

Falk moves inside of me, slowly at first, alternating between stroking my pussy with his cock and stroking my lips with his tongue. My entire body feels like it’s going to explode with sensation with every movement. He shifts his weight, resting on his elbows with his hands coming up underneath me and gripping my shoulders. He uses my body for leverage as he nearly pulls out of me and then slams home.

I cry out and pull my thighs up so they’re around his hips as he plows into me again and again. His movements are quick and deep, igniting every nerve in my body.

I wrap my fingers around his upper arms and hold on as he moves faster. I try to meet his strokes, feeling my already overly sensitive clit beginning to throb again. Each time he moves forward, his pubic bone presses against me hard enough that it’s almost painful. All I can do now is hold on as I feel him swell inside of me.

Falk cries out incoherently as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deeply. I feel the warm rush as he fills me, and it’s all I need to set me off again. My body shudders as I tighten my legs around him and push up against his body.

I sink into the bed—eyes closed, heart pumping—completely sated.

Three times. Three times in one round.

Falk stays poised above me. I can feel the heat from his body on my skin and the slight shaking of his triceps under my fingertips. I keep waiting for him to collapse on top of me, but he doesn’t. I open my eyes and look up at him.

His eyes are still closed, his breathing still labored as I reach up and stroke the side of his face. He doesn’t move, just holds himself inside of me, his weight on his arms.

“Are you all right?” I run my thumb over his bottom lip.

He opens his eyes and stares at me. He licks his lips, swallows, closes his eyes again and nods.

“It’s been a long time,” he whispers. “That was…incredible. I just need a minute.”

“Take all the time you want.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. He doesn’t move—just holds them there for a moment before pulling away. I feel him slip out of me as he rises up and rolls to one side. He gathers me up in his arms and holds me to his chest.

Falk hugs me tightly against him and then slowly relaxes. I lean my cheek against his shoulder, and he kisses the top of my head.

“You okay?” His voice sounds rough and scratchy.

“Much better than okay,” I tell him. “I’m positively elated and completely exhausted.”

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