Fall for You By Kaehla McKee Published by Kaehla McKee at Smashwords Copyright 2012 Kaehla McKee He was still asleep. There was no mistaking the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft snores he swore he never omitted in his slumber, or the way his cock twitched whenever she slid her had lightly across his pelvic area. She grinned and stared at his face. He needed a shave. She loved the way his brown hair was cut close to his scalp, the way his eyelashes held a natural curl, the way his fingers were calloused from hours of playing the guitar. They always felt so rough, yet so soothing, when he was bringing her to the brink over and over again before plummeting with her over the edge, into a pleasing abyss full of raging fire and undeniable passion. He groaned in his sleep before slipping his left hand into his boxers. She knew him well enough to know he didn’t realise what he was doing, but she loved that. She had enjoyed this occurrence since they’d first slept together. Something about watching him jerk himself off in his sleep, without inhibitions, was nothing short of sexy to her. She waited until he let out a loud moan and tensed up to make a move; before he could cum, she pushed his hand away, bringing his thick cock into her mouth and swallowing his creamy spurts with ease. He jerked his hips up, and she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. Once he was done, she curled up beside him again, pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and slid her fingers between her thighs, brushing her hot, wet lower lips through her panties. “The first blowjob you’ve ever given me, and it happened while I was sleeping.” “Trust me, babe. There are plenty more where that came from.” He gripped her waist and pulled her to straddle him. She twisted her arms behind her back to unhook her bra, tossing it to the floor; his penis was already standing at attention against her rear once again when she leaned down to press her mouth to his. She stifled a gasp as he entered her, pushed against the tight resistance, slid right to the hilt in her ass. It had been something they’d talked about vaguely, anal, but there was no preparation. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as she’d feared; she had been completely relaxed. And it felt good. Damn good. They somehow managed to manoeuvre her around to where she was pressed into the mattress, him pounding into her hard and fast. His coarse fingers wrapped in her medium-length black hair, jerking her head back, and she glanced up into his darkened eyes. She knew, without a doubt, that he was demanding to see her reactions to being fucked this way. She knew he wanted – no, needed – to see her enjoying it. Her lips turned up in a smile, and she shoved back towards him; the pleasure, oh, God, the pleasure almost made her reach her peak right then and there, but she held off. She always wanted to feel him cum first, to feel him fill her with his essence before she surrounded him with her own juices. He slowed, dragging the tips of his fingers down her back, trailing them so softly, it caused a shiver to run through her. Sharp pain in the base of the back of her neck caused her to squeal – it only added to the experience of heightening her, of lifting her up so high – he had bit her. Only with him had she ever enjoyed the kinky, the painful, the deviance. Skin against skin, the sound of him slamming into her as relentlessly as possible, the sweat beginning to soak the sheets, all of this made her nerves tingle. But what really set her off was the sensation that arose when he shoved himself deeper, his balls slapping against her, and one lone finger scraped against her sensitive clit. Immediately after she cried out, her orgasm ripping throughout her body, he buried his face into her neck and released into her. He rolled off of her, bringing her into his arms, pressing hot kisses against her cheeks and lips. He never knew anything could feel that way. He was in love with the quality of their sex; Hell, he was in love with her. She never shied away from experimenting; she never lied and said she wanted something when, in all reality, she wanted the complete opposite. She wasn’t even afraid of taking control in the bedroom – or anywhere else they felt the urge. If she wanted to be the Mistress instead of him being the Master, then she took charge without hesitation. It had caused quite a ruckus in the beginning when he’d been so sure of his stature as the dominant one, because he’d never had to worry about his partner trying to take over. She’d blown his mind, even without having himself inside of her. All that she had done that first time was dance in the middle of the bed, drunk out of her mind, while he sat against the headboard, his dick straining against his jeans. She had rubbed her hands from her collarbone to the lower portion of her hips, and that’s all it had taken: He had exploded in his pants like a fucking middle-schooler who’d seen his first porno. He’d jerked her panties off, shucked his own boxers and jeans, and slammed her down onto him, all within two minutes. He needed to feel her around him, the warm, wet walls coating his cock as her pussy slid up and down, stroking him into hardness – and the inevitable orgasm. She brought him out of his reverie by touching his face softly. “Love, we need to shower.” He merely nodded and led her to the bathroom. As he started the water, she groaned beneath her breath and touched her ass tenderly. This didn’t escape his attention; he held her close, stepped with her into the shower, and poured shampoo into his hand. He rubbed his hands together and ran his soapy fingers through her hair. She pressed her body close to his, wrapping her arms around him. She couldn’t envision herself anywhere else but by his side. The steam enveloped the both of them as they finished washing each other. Their kisses were soft, loving, patient – nothing like the kisses they’d shared while in bed. She knew then: She was so far in love with him, losing him now would damn near kill her. She pulled his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue against his, trying to convey her feelings without words. She wanted nothing more than to be in his embrace, to have him over her, pressing into her gently and taking over her entire body. As if he was reading her mind, he slid his hands behind her thighs and lifted her up against him. She folded her legs around his waist, and he pushed his hips forward. This time was different: It wasn’t a primal, animalistic need. It was tender, undemanding, smooth. Her back arched as his fingers pressed that pleasure-filled nub in the midst of her wet folds; her legs tightened once she began the climb to that peak. He skimmed his hand from her clit to her breast, kneaded the orb with his rough palm, brought her other breast to his mouth. Her nipples reflexively stiffened. She gasped inaudibly and pulled him even closer. His tempo increased, and he rocked his hips even faster. She knew that he was close. Suddenly, he thrust harder, his pace completely destroyed, and his finger found her clit again, twisting it gently in his thumb and forefinger. Their climaxes were simultaneous, and the bathroom filled with their shouts of release. He released her, but he wasn’t done. He fell to his knees to the floor of the tub, spread her legs, and pressed a kiss to the spot directly above her lower lips. She let out a shaky breath. “Baby, what are you doing?” “Just enjoy it.” And she did. She relished the feeling of his tongue probing, his teeth gripping the nub possessively but affectionately, his fingers parting her folds as he dove deeper into her channel. It was an intimate act – the first time she’d ever experienced someone actually licking and nibbling at her pussy. He quickly brought her to yet another orgasm, and she was pleasantly shocked to witness him lapping up her juices until she was calm again. Once in the bedroom, they dressed and headed to the living room. She grabbed two beers from the fridge in the kitchen and handed him one. They curled up on the couch, and he turned on the TV. She gazed up at him, watched him take a swig of his drink. He gave her a quizzical look. “I…I love you.” His smile melted her heart. “I love you, too.”