Falling Away

by Jasinda Wilder

  She takes a deep breath and lets it out, then looks up at me, eyes wide. "No, not right now."

  "Show me your room," I whisper to her.

  She steps into me, and I walk backward. Her hands rest on my chest, slide downward, and curl into the lower hem of my Commodores T-shirt. Her eyes are bright and her breath is coming deep and slow, a smile of anticipation curving her lips. The tips of her breasts poke against her dress, and the material is just thin enough that I almost make out a tantalizing glimpse of her areolae and the hardening buds of her nipples. My hands caress up from her hips to cup and lift and release her heavy boobs, and her breath catches when I scrape my thumbs over her tautened nipples.

  I bump up against her door, and she's crashing into me, tits flattening between us, her mouth finds mine, hot and hungry. Her lips slant across mine, her tongue slashes between my lips and her hands slip under my shorts to graze my hips and then cup my ass, and I'm gasping into her kiss, stunned momentarily by the sudden assault of her kiss, her toothpaste-fresh mouth, her hands clawing at my backside, her body hot and soft against mine.

  I'm stunned into letting her lead for all of thirty seconds, and then my ravenous need awakens, and I take charge. I reach behind me and twist the doorknob and we both go stumbling backwards, caught off-balance. Echo tumbles against me, and I catch her, lift her. Her legs go around my waist, and I push her dress up around her hips, gasping at the vise grip of her thighs, inhaling the musky aroma of her desire. She wraps one arm around my neck and shoves the door closed with the other, and then she's leaning back in my arms, clamping down hard with her legs to keep her weight supported as she lets go and jerks at my shirt. I cup her ass with both hands, gripping and kneading the generous, supple flesh, and then raise my arms over my head as she peels my shirt off and tosses it across the room.

  Then her hands are on me, all over me, as is her mouth, clawing and palming and kissing and licking my skin wherever she can reach. I trip over a shoe, regain my balance and pivot, set Echo down on her feet. She reaches for my shorts, but I capture her wrists, a smile on my lips.

  I've missed her so much and waited for so long. It feels like a lifetime, but it is really somewhere around two months. I spent those two months in class and working out like a madman, exercising my knee until I was as close to normal as I could be. Now I can walk normally without the cane, and I can even jog for a half a mile or so.

  I've missed her, spent every waking moment waiting for a call or a text, trying not to think about her and failing miserably. I'd wake up at night, horny and rock hard, dreaming of her, aching for her. Once I even woke up having made a mess of myself from an erotic dream of her mouth on me, and her hands on me, and her eyes needy for me.

  And now I have her, now she's here and wants me not just for sex but for a potential us? There will be no rushing in my claiming of her.

  I move her hands behind her back and pinion them with one hand, standing close so she has to stare up at me, hair draped across one shoulder to hang over her left breast. I use my other hand to slide the skinny white strap of her dress down over one shoulder. Her lips part and her eyes fix on mine, wide and waiting, and her nostrils flare, and her nipples tighten to diamond-hard buds against my chest. I slide the other strap off, and the dress slithers downward, baring mile after mile of lush skin and taut curves. The dress is halted in its slide by the press of my hips against hers and by the grip of my hand around her wrists. Her tits are bared to me, begging for my mouth.

  I release her hands and step away from her. The white dress pools at her feet, and she's naked in front of me. I don't move to touch her, kiss her or take her in my arms. I only stare at her for a long moment, drinking in her beauty, her golden skin and her glossy honey-blond hair, her heavy breasts and her bell-curve hips and plump, firm ass, her long legs and her hands, her hands, trembling at her sides.

  And her liquid brown eyes, staring at me expectantly. "Benji?" she asks, and my name is a plea on her lips.

  "Oh god, Echo, you are...so lovely, so perfect. I just want to look at you for a moment."

  "I need you, Ben. Please."

  I take a step toward her so our bodies are nearly touching, but not quite. The taut tips of her tits graze the skin of my chest. "Please what, Echo?"

  "Make love to me?" Her voice is small but firm, her eyes wide and clear and hot with need.

  I let a smile curve my lips. "I'm going to do so much more than that, Echo." I close the inch between us, press my body against hers, let the rigid bulge of my erection behind my shorts communicate my need for her.

  I palm her hips and kiss her throat, bend and kiss the valley between her perfect breasts, move to my knees and cup the backs of her thighs and her ass, kiss the dip between hip and core. She gasps and buries her fingers in my hair, and I gaze up at her, and then nudge her thighs apart and prepare to worship her.

  SIXTEEN: Newborn Love: River of Passion

  Echo

  I can't breathe, can't move, can only clutch at his hair and gasp for breath. I can only try to remain upright and swallow past the hammering of my pulse in my throat and chest.

  My Ben, my Benji, he's on his knees in front of me, both hands curved against the bubble of my ass. I'm standing with my feet wide apart, spine arched inward, head hanging back on my shoulders, trying not to scream as he laps at my core. Screaming isn't possible, I realize, because I'm totally breathless. But I need to scream, need to, because I haven't felt his touch in so long, haven't felt this good in...ever. I haven't even touched myself since I came back from Texas. The last orgasm I had, Ben gave me. I'm swollen with heated need, aching with the pressure of built-up desire, because even through my guilt and grief and drunken wallowing, I needed Ben, wanted him. If I wasn't fighting tears or trying to keep myself coherent despite the whiskey, I was dreaming of him and aching for his touch. And now I have him here and I have his touch and I won't ever ever, ever let him go. God, my fucking god, no, I'll never let him stop touching me. I won't let him get dressed, even. I'll keep him naked forever, oh yes, I'll keep his huge muscled frame close and his hot skin bare, and his hard thick cock buried inside me...but right now all I want, all I need, all I can even conceive of is his talented hungry mouth eating me out like he's never tasted anything so delicious as my quivering, quaking folds. I'm so greedy for this, aching for this. I cup his head and press him closer, grind my hips to get his tongue deeper into my opening, harder against my swollen clit.

  I hear words pouring out of me, and don't even try to edit them. "Oh yeah, Ben, don't stop! Eat me, Ben, eat my pussy...oh god it's good, so good...yes, yes!...oh fucking yes!"

  He growls and his tongue swipes up my pussy, and I jerk as the tip of his tongue swats at my clit, and I nearly buckle when his lips close around that sensitive, delicate, needy little bundle of flesh and nerves and sucks and his tongue swirls around it. And just like that, within moments of his mouth latching onto me I'm ready to come, ready to explode around his mouth, and he knows it, feels it, hears it.

  And he abruptly quits all contact with my pussy, stands up and ignores my wordless wail of protest. I reach for him, but he grabs my hands in both of his and spins me in a circle so I'm facing away from him. I gasp in shock when he shoves his big body up against mine, pressing the thick ridge of his cock between the globes of my ass, and his hands cup my tits, grasping roughly and thumbing my nipples until I wince and gasp and my knees dip. He's all over me, all around me, huge and hot behind me. His mouth is on the ridge of my shoulder and now at my neck, and then at my throat, and I tilt my head to bare my throat for him. He accepts my offering, and his mouth sucks at my throat, and his hips grind against me. I whimper and writhe my ass against his cock, needing pressure, needing touch, my folds are aching and my clit is throbbing and I'm fading away from the edge of orgasm and I could scream from the desperate need to fall over that edge.

  He has my hands imprisoned in one of his, held in front of my body so I can't reach for him, can't try to get his sho
rts off like I want to. I need him as bare as I am, need all of his skin naked against mine. But he's got me in his thrall, and I don't dare fight him for fear he'll refuse to let me come. I hold utterly still as his free hand steals down my belly and slips over my core, cups my pussy; I don't even breathe as his middle finger penetrates my folds and delves into me, and I don't dare even breathe as his palm presses against my clit. I'm paralyzed, needing this so badly it's all that exists. He adds a second finger, his ring finger, and he's knuckle-deep inside me, pinky and index finger lying along my inner thighs, thumb tucked in. His fingers reach in and up and curl, scrape, withdraw, slide in, and my pent-up breath explodes out of me in a groaning sigh when I feel the hot wire of orgasm go taut and white-hot. His fingers pinch my nipples, one and then the other, and I feel the tug in my belly and in my core. His mouth rasps against my throat, his teeth nip at my delicate skin, and his hips move, sliding his fabric-covered cock between my ass-cheeks.

  "Ben..." I gasp, wanting to beg him to...I don't even know what I want more, to come, to feel his naked cock against me, to feel him inside me? All of that, all at once. But I can't get words out and so I just let him have his way.

  His way, it turns out, is to finger-fuck me until I'm riding his hand, dipping at the knees and spreading my feet apart to get his fingers deeper and growling like an animal and writhing on his hand as he digs his fingers up and in and curls them and presses the heel of his palm against my clit.

  "I'm gonna--oh god, oh god, oh fucking god--Ben, Jesus Ben...please don't stop please don't stop please let me come let me come--" I sound breathless and wanton and I'm begging shamelessly.

  My thighs clench together and quake as my climax begins to wash over me, and I'm right there, teetering on the edge.

  And his fingers are gone. I do scream now and turn to slap him or claw at him or attack him somehow, but he's got his hands on my face and he's kissing the living shit out of me, kissing the breath right out of my lungs until I have to break away.

  His eyes are blazing hot, deep brown and dark with fiery need. He hooks his thumbs in his shorts and tugs them down until the V is bared and the head of his cock is bared. I reach for him, need to feel him, ready to do literally anything he asks to make him push me over that razor's edge. But he knocks my hand away, grabs both my wrists in his strong fingers. His shorts are still halfway on, half of his huge dick bared to my view, and I can't look away from it, wanting it, to touch it or lick it or feel it inside me.

  I'm feral with need, and he knows it. He's engineered my desire to this boiling point, and he's got me where he wants me.

  And then, with a slow smile, he pulls his shorts back up. "Are you close, Echo?"

  I nod and tug at his hold on my wrists. "God yes, so close."

  "You want to come, don't you?" His voice is low and husky and demanding.

  "So bad, Benji."

  "Take my shorts off for me," he orders.

  I like this commanding Ben, this take-charge Ben. I grin hungrily and sigh as I fall to my knees in front of him, slowly peel his shorts away from his body and slide them down to expose his cock, standing rigid against his belly, straining and beautiful, a dot of moisture at the tip. He steps out of his shorts and I toss them aside, glance up at him for instructions. He just smiles at me, and so I wrap both hands around him and put the bulbous head that protrudes over my upper fist into my mouth, and then slide one fist down his length and then the other, and then sink lower and take his cock into my throat until I nearly gag, and then pull away and glance up at him, wiping my saliva and his pre-come off my lips with the back of my wrist.

  I bend to take him into my mouth again, but he threads his fingers into my hair over my ears, gently guides me to my feet. His mouth crashes against mine, and once again he kisses me senseless, his tongue tangling against mine and his lips scouring my mouth and I melt against him, let my hands roam his body with desperate hunger while his do the same.

  He breaks the kiss, stares into my eyes, and the ferocity in his gaze tells me it's over. No more playing around, no more teasing.

  I'm right, so wonderfully right.

  He spins me in place, his big hands rough on my hips as he turns me to face the bed, and now his saliva-slick cock is nestled naked against my ass. I gasp in shock when he gathers my hair into a sheaf and wraps it around his fist in a gentle but firm grip, and then whimper in pleased surprise when he bends me over the bed, pushing me down. I press my cheek to the sheet at the edge of the mattress and watch as he caresses a palm down my spine. I'm breathing hard, anticipating. His hand releases my hair and both palms cup my ass cheeks, and then he reaches between my thighs and traces my opening, dips two fingers into my wetness and steps closer to me. I slip a hand between my legs and reach for him, grasp his hard slick shaft and guide him into me. As soon as he's in, he groans in relief. One palm traces up my spine and back down, coming to rest on my ass. I spread my legs wide and brace against the bed, and then with a drawn-out moan of bliss, Ben drives deep into me.

  I whimper breathlessly as he fills me, and then I'm shrieking as he pulls back and slams home. I fist my hands into the sheet and push back into his thrusts, growl as his hands grip my hips and pull. Oh god, this is good. So good. He's taking me, claiming me, and I've never loved anything so much, never wanted in all my life for anything to never stop as much as I want this to just continue forever, this feeling of fullness and this knowledge that this man is mine and I'm his and I can give him exactly what he wants. What I want to give him, what I've never given anyone in all my life? Submission. I've always guided things; I've always been in control. I've always taken what I wanted because a guy's needs in this kind of thing are simple. It won't take long, never does. So to make sure I get what I need, I've always been in charge.

  And after Marcus--I couldn't let anyone have control over me, couldn't bear to be vulnerable for even a second.

  But with Ben, it's as easy as breathing. I'm safe with him. I can let myself need him. I can unleash a lifetime's worth of vulnerability onto him, and know that it's safe and sheltered.

  There's no more room for thought, no more space for rumination. There's only fullness, only the slick wet slide of his huge cock inside me, the caress of his palms over my back and over the swell of my hips and around the taut curve of my ass, and then those same curves of my ass are pressed flat as he buries himself deep.

  "Ben...Ben...?" It's a plea, but I'm not sure for what.

  "Yeah, baby? Talk to me."

  "More...just more of you."

  "You've got all of me, Echo."

  I can only shake my head, because it's not enough, this slow and gentle gliding of his body is not enough. "Harder." It's all the sense I can make, but he gets it, I think.

  He leans over me and kisses the very center of my back, and then grabs my hair in his hand and the creased curve of my bent hip in the other, and he uses both for leverage to fuck me deep and hard so my ass jiggles against him, and I gasp as he pierces me, and I nearly come from that one slapping thrust.

  "Again!" I gasp.

  "You want it like that, Echo?" he growls, buried deep, teeth clenched, and I can feel him shaking behind me, and I know he's close, too.

  "God, yes. Fuck me so hard, Ben. Be rough. I can take it. I want it." And god, that is the deepest truth I possess.

  Since I've always been in charge of the sex I've had before, I've never given a guy free rein to do what he wants, how he wants. With Ben, I feel so free, I feel like I can just let go, and I can allow myself to have what I want, to want the deepest secrets inside me. I have a feeling Ben is going to plumb those depths and give me things I didn't even know I wanted.

  He groans and tightens his grip on my hair, pulls my head back, and I plant my palms on the bed and lift up, spine arched, belly pressed into the bed, feet flat and ass high. I push back with my hands, lunging into his next thrust.

  "Don't move, Echo," he groans. "Just hold still and let me fuck you."

  I duck my
head between my arms and gaze down the length of my body, and the view is pretty incredible. I can see between my dangling, swaying tits to where we're joined, and I can see a hint of his cock sliding out, glistening wetly, and then I'm growling between clenched teeth and I'm rocked forward and I keep watching our joining, watch his dick bury into me, and now there's his taut heavy balls and he's impaled in me to the hilt, so those balls of his smack against my flesh.

  Oh, Jesus. I've never wanted to watch this, before. But now I want to see it all. I want to see my folds stretched thin to accommodate this massive grinding pulsing girth and I want to see even inside so I can see his cock spit his load into me, and I want to watch his face when he comes and I want to watch my own when I come...

  Which is right now, oh fuck oh fuck...I scream breathlessly and grip the bed and force my eyes open so I can watch his cock slide in, withdraw, slide in, watch his sac sway heavy and slap my skin. I'm torn apart, a live wire is piercing my core and connecting to my every nerve ending, and my core gushes heat and clamps down and the built-up pressure explodes, and I'm crying, sobbing, and my entire body is trembling and shaking and being rocked forward by powerful, unrelenting thrusts.

  And now he's faltering with his cock deep, shaking, grinding, and I feel him tensing, feel his balls tighten. He takes both of my hips in his big strong hands and lifts me off the ground and jerks me back against his body, sets me down on my tip-toes and then pulls me backward, and I'm nothing but putty in his hands, gasping crying sobbing begging wet clay for him to shape.

  "Oh...fuck...Echo..." he gasps, pulling back and thrusting again deep and hard so my body jolts forward and a spear of bliss tears through me, ecstasy so potent it hurts.

  "Come, Benji. Come in me," I beg, breathless, "or come on me, do what you want Ben, take me, fuck me, use me."

  "How about I love you forever?" he says, and taunts me with sudden shallow thrusts.

  "God yes, I want that, and I want to love you forever too...but Ben?"

  "Yeah, Echo?"