Justice Falling

by Audrey Carlan

  “More,” I whispered.

  His fingers tightened, digging into the flesh at my hips.

  “Open your eyes, Precious.” I did and what I saw made my knees weak. His light eyes were almost black. His hands came up to cup each side of my neck, thumbs sliding along my cheekbones. “Are you sure?”

  “I want to be with you, Nate.” My words sounded shaky but heartfelt.

  “Christ.” His lips crushed mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I gave it to him, then took my own drink of his kiss. He tasted like the rich wine we’d consumed, and I wanted so much more of it. In a debonairly smooth move, Nate bent me low, hooked an arm around both of my knees, and lifted me off the floor without breaking our lip lock.

  He carried me through his home until he stopped and set me on my feet. The bed frame pressed into the back of my legs. His lips moved down my neck, gliding along the column. His fingers searched my back then wandered along my rib cage. “Blimey! Where in the hell is it?” He pulled back breathing erratically.

  I yanked at my belt, and let it fall to the floor. “It doesn’t have any zippers. It goes over the head, silly.” I laughed.

  With a flourish, he tugged the end of my dress and whipped it over my head. The green fabric floated delicately to the floor. He took a step back, his gaze roaming over every inch of my skin. “Camille, Christ. I had no idea…” His words were lost as he inhaled, his nostrils flaring. Fear consumed me as worry filled the space between us. He stood silently taking in every speck of my bared body. Uncertainty slithered through my mind, not confident he liked what he saw. Every second seemed like an eternity until finally he growled, “You’re so bloody perfect.” Then…he pounced.

  All the air left my chest as he captured me. A willing participant to his desire, his lust, his everything. Those long fingers slid along the curve of my hip, up each bump in my spine, until lastly he curled a hand in the hair at my nape pulling me closer. I could feel his words against my bottom lip as it trembled. “You’re going to own it,” he whispered a gravelly tone that I felt pierce my heart.

  “Own what?” I closed my eyes, preferring to let his voice set the mood.

  “Everything, anything.” His words spun through my mind like a merry-go-round, delightful at first, then dizzying. He nipped my lips, sharp little bites expressing his need. His hunger was strong and matched my own. I could feel the current of desire running through him in my fingertips digging into his shoulder blades. “As long as I get it in return,” he finished. I tilted my head back trying to understand and put some space in the haze of need surrounding us.

  “What do you want?” I asked as he soaked the skin of my neck with shallow kisses, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin. “Anything…please, Nate,” I begged, not knowing what I was begging for. What I needed. I just needed something and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d be the one to give it to me. “Anything you want from me…it’s yours.”

  He growled low in his throat and I knew my words broke through the haze. The corresponding kiss lifted me to the heavens, to where my deepest, darkest dreams lay, waiting for someone to come along and make me believe again. Someone to help make my dreams come true.

  “I want it all, Precious.” He cupped my neck and used his thumb to bring my chin down so that our gazes locked. “Your body.”

  I shivered.

  “Your heart.”

  I lost the ability to swallow.

  “Your soul.”

  I stopped breathing.

  Then he captured my lips. Light, sound, feel and touch collided in a supernova of need. I ripped at his clothes. His shirt was gone in a millisecond. The pants were shoved down in a torrent of activity, our hands working as one solid unit. I hadn’t even a moment to view his body before he was on top of me, my thighs cradling his waist.

  Nate kissed me the way every woman dreamed of being kissed. Slow and chaste, then hard and deep. His tongue searched and found, taking what he wanted. I gave freely.

  He pulled back and I chased his mouth, craning my neck to suck that luscious bottom lip, nibbling the flesh. A groan spilled deep from his throat.

  Long fingers trailed up each rib until his hands were there. Right there, squeezing and molding the mounds of my breasts. He unclasped my bra, and slid each cup aside. Nate moved back onto his haunches, caging me with a muscular thigh at each hip. I gripped each thigh then scratched my nails along the rough, solid muscle. He inhaled; his jaw clenched tight, his gaze eating up every inch.

  Nate’s hands caressed each breast then focused a finger on the tender peaks. He lifted his thumbs to his mouth and licked the digits before bringing them down to my breasts once more, circling each nipple in maddening spirals. Ribbons of pleasure ripped down my chest and settled heavily between my thighs, soaking my panties. I arched and closed my eyes, not able to watch him touch me. It was too much.

  “Years since you’ve been touched…” He pinched each nipple lightly, incrementally adding pressure. A low-pitched mewl escaped my dry lips. I wetted them and sucked in quick breaths as he alternated between petting, twisting and plucking at both peaks simultaneously. Pleasure shot through me and I dug my nails deep into his thighs. “That’s it, Precious. I want you wild for me. I’m going to make you come just from playing with your perfect tits.”

  Oh my God. The things he said, the words he used intensified my desire for him to embarrassing proportions. Wetness coated the thin fabric of my underwear. My hips undulated, moving up and down, all around, driven by an incessant throbbing in my clit, seeking the sweet pressure he was denying me.

  “I love watching you fall apart in my arms,” he said as he added pressure to each nipple. The small pinch of pain coalesced into extreme pleasure. I closed my eyes tight, focused on the feeling of his fingers, single-handedly plucking me into oblivion. He was going to get his wish. I was going to soar into the clouds. The pressure built low in my spine. He shifted his hips and rubbed his erection against my clit, once, twice. I shook uncontrollably. My nails dug firmly into the thick muscle of his thighs.

  “You’re stunning, Camille.” A wet sensation brought me from the precipice of orgasm until I looked down and watched his tongue come out to flick at one reddened erect peak. My nipples were so hard and tight they looked like pencil erasers. I moaned at the sight, never having felt this turned on in my life. His light eyes shone bright as he watched my face. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I had to watch. I needed to see him bring me over the edge. One of his dark brows crooked into a point as the flat of his tongue swirled in circles around a glistening tip.

  It was too much. His eyes on me, body holding me flush against his golden skin. I tipped my head back, arched into him as the heavy ache between my legs grew, splintered, ready to blow. “Eyes, Camille.”

  My eyes opened and held his. He put his lips to the over-sensitized tip and with a sexy grin, laid his mouth over it and sucked. Hard. That’s all it took. I crashed into nirvana. Long, drawing pulls from the tortured flesh sent ropes of pleasure directly to the aching space between my thighs. His hands grasped mine and held them above my head as a tingling, burning sensation, ripped through my limbs, trying to find a way for this extraordinary ball of energy to exit. He was relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm. Nipping, sucking, not letting up. Pleasure soared, swelled higher. Just when I thought I’d come down from the top, couldn’t withstand one more spike of pleasure, he switched breasts. I felt like I was going to explode. My body gyrated in thin air as he held me in place.

  He wasn’t going to let me come down. I was convinced I would die from extreme joy when finally one of his hands plunged into my soaked panties, found the hard kernel of my clit with two fingers and massaged the tight knot.

  I screamed out in agony, in pleasure, lost to the heaven that was his touch as a stronger, harder orgasm ripped through me. His mouth covered mine in a heated kiss, swallowing my cries. It was as if my body was possessed. My legs spread wide, accepting what he gave greedily. His hand je
rked and tugged at my cleft, wringing every last tremor. Finally, his fingers slowed allowing me to come down from my second mind-bending release.

  “God, Precious. I’m going to eat you alive. I have to. I can’t stop.” Nate’s eyes were wild and completely black with lust.

  Before I could respond, he crawled down my body, kissing my nipples and giving them a little suck. I moaned with the pleasure pain, the peaks too sensitive for more attention but still reacting to his sweet torture. He didn’t play long, continuing down my body, nibbling each rib, licking into my navel. “Your scent. Bloody hell. Gotta have it.”

  “What? Nate, what are you talking about?”

  “Your taste on my tongue.” When the words hit my lust riddled brain I panicked. My thighs snapped together just after he pulled off my panties.

  ***

  “Open, Precious.” I tapped each knee. She shook her head, her face unreadable.

  I figured it was her, I’m-so-far-gone-out-of-my-mind-I-can’t-take-anymore look. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make it so good for you. I made you come sucking on your pretty tits, then by fingering that hard clit. Now I’m going to do it by licking your wet pussy.”

  She bit her lip so hard the skin around it turned red. She shook her head again.

  “Oh, yes and then, baby, I’m going to make you come so hard around my prick you’ll pass out screaming my name.”

  “Jesus, Nate.” Her tone warned.

  “Come on, open up.” I tugged at her knees. She didn’t let go. “Precious,” I looked at her face. Something had changed. Gone was the lust-filled gleam of moments ago. Excitement and lust no longer clouded her pretty features. What remained scared the hell out of me. It was the same frightened look she’d worn when she spotted Ty at lunch. “What’s wrong?”

  “I…um. I’ve never done that…” Her voice trailed off.

  “What?” The pleasure haze was softening and her words slowly seeped through but didn’t make sense. How was that even possible?

  “Tyler never did that.” She pointed to the general vicinity of her sex then turned her head to the side, breaking eye contact. I wouldn’t have it. I needed her eyes. They said so much more than she was able to verbalize.

  I pulled her chin back, cupped her cheek and slid my naked body down alongside hers. She relaxed slightly when I brought an arm around her middle. With slow movements, I trailed just the tips of my fingers along her belly, traced the circle of her tiny navel and spread my fingers wide across her ribcage. It was hard for me to see her spread out, naked, my own veritable feast, and still be able to put the brakes on. “You’re telling me that daft bastard never had his mouth on you?”

  Camille curled her head into my chest and hugged me. She shook her head. “It took a long time to realize it was never about me. Years in fact. It was always about him getting off. You gave me the first orgasms I’ve ever had with a man,” she mumbled into my chest.

  That arsehole. Piece of shite motherfucker.

  He used my sweet Camille to get his jollies and never once gave her an ounce of real pleasure. It was blasphemous. Unthinkable. I’d never use a woman like that. Particularly one so young and impressionable. Christ. She’d been eighteen and a virgin. It was going to take a lot for my relationship with Tyler to survive this if it could at all.

  I tilted her head back from her hiding place along my chest. Her eyes were watery but I wouldn’t allow tears to fall. She would not be embarrassed by this. Hell, the fact that she was even more inexperienced set a primal thrum buzzing through my veins, setting off an allover body hum, the animal magnetism of a man who’s about to stake his claim. “Precious, I’m not him. I’m never going to be him. I want to worship your beautiful body. Repeatedly.” I cupped her hip to accentuate the point. “I want to give you pleasure. Everywhere.” I kissed her soft lips. “Every way possible.” Kiss. “And I’m going to. Starting now.”

  “Will you make love to me?” Her voice didn’t hold the strength and confidence I wanted to hear when in bed with my girl for the first time. That would change now.

  “Yes. A million times yes.” I kissed her deep, letting our tongues sway and meld together. Soon she relaxed into my kiss and tugged on my hair, trying to get closer. Her excitement built. Rolling her onto her back I nudged a knee in between hers and settled between her thighs. Home. This feeling, lying naked in the arms of this woman felt right. Perfect. “There will be time for other fun things later. I’m dying to be inside you.”

  “Please. Nate. I need you.” Her voice cracked and something inside me broke along with it. The wall I’d built around my heart where the need and desire for another living being to share my world was obliterated with those three little words spoken from her lips. She needed me. Someone on this earth besides my family needed me. For the first time I admitted I needed her right back.

  With extreme effort, I slowly opened the petals of her sex and centered my prick at her entrance. “Precious, you have me.” I pressed deep into her willing body, one slow inch at a time. So deep, I couldn’t go any further. We were fused. Just one person. I closed my eyes and touched my lips to hers as she inhaled at the height of my body entering hers. “You have all of me.”

  “Nate…it’s so...God, it’s so good.”

  And it was. Having her lithe body wrapped around me. Her tight pussy clenched like a fist around my cock was bliss. Nothing had ever been better, until she pulled her legs up to close them around my waist. Impossibly, my cock dipped in an inch farther. We both moaned, sharing one another’s breath.

  I couldn’t stay still any longer. I had to move. Make her mine. Bring her to the precipice again. Watch her fall apart all around me. Holding one leg high on my hip, I pulled out and then slid home again. She gasped, and pulled her other leg higher letting me in, opening her body fully for the taking. Long strokes in and out had her purring like a baby kitten. It was my own personal symphony, one I played over and over again until her gasps and moans grew loud. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I staved off my own release, wanting, needing to watch the crescendo when it hit.

  “I love…so, oh God. Nate. Nate!” she cried out. I lifted her hips, palmed her arse and rammed my cock home, grating along that magic spot deep within her. I watched her face as she opened her mouth, a wordless whisper escaped, like a powerful gust of wind roaring past my ear, wild and untamed.

  One, two, three hard thrusts into her sexy body and I leaned down, slipped my hands under her shoulders for leverage and clung tight. The pressure built low in my back and spread out through my prick. Camille’s lips were all over me. She kissed along my hair line, licked the sensitive skin along the thick tendon down my neck, and nibbled my earlobe. Sod all, she was perfect.

  Bright pinpoints of light seared my vision as she kissed me. I felt the heavy weight of the boys going high and tight. One final thrust into her sweet cunt and I growled into Camille’s neck, biting down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Mine. She inhaled then and sighed as heavy spurts of my release poured into her body. I rubbed out the last vestiges of pleasure against her clit, crushing it with the weight of my pelvic bone. She gave a little “oh” as her pussy clenched around my cock one last time, milking every drop.

  After, I stayed on top of her for long minutes, not wanting to leave the serenity of her embrace. I knew I was weighing her down but she clung to me with all four limbs, not relaxing her hold. “Precious, loosen up.” I laughed.

  “Don’t want too.” She nuzzled my neck and nipped the skin there. I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling her wrapped around me, our bodies flush against one another. The scent of our coupling permeated the air with a rich, musky aroma.

  Finally, I felt her muscles slacken, and I pushed up. My hand caught something sharp as I balanced above her. Flitting around in the blanket my fingers grasped the offending item. I held it up focusing on the diabolical little square.

  All air left my lungs as I stared at the unopened foil packet. Sliding out of her body, I watched with a
sick fascination as my seed trickled out and coated her thighs. For a brief couple seconds, I enjoyed seeing my mark spilling out from between her legs. The Alpha male in me wanted to howl at the moon that I’d staked my claim, laid my mark, filled her full. The intelligent thirty-year-old brain took over and scowled.

  “Fuck!” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Camille popped to a seated position.

  “What’s the matter?” Her eyebrows knit together and I hated to see the tension back on her brow. A scant few minutes ago she was languid, relaxed and coated in post-coital happiness.

  “Tell me you’re on the pill?”

  Her eyes went as wide as saucers. She bit her lip and shook her head. All sound left the room. I think we were both afraid to breathe for fear it would tip the scales of fate negatively. We both just stared at the unopened condom packet. Tears built in her eyes and one fell down the side of her cheek.

  “Camille, don’t…” I pulled her to me and tucked her head under my chin. “It’s going to be okay.”

  “No it’s not. It will never be the same again.”

  “Precious, don’t say that. Hey, hey, look at me.” I pulled her chin around so that I could look into her eyes. “It will be okay.”

  Another tear slipped down each cheek. I wiped each one away quickly, hating them and the fact that I put them there. With a strength I wasn’t sure I owned, I held her gaze and made sure not to flinch. “Whatever happens…we’ll handle it together? Okay?” In that moment, I knew I needed to take the responsibility for our actions.

  Finally, she nodded, and I snuggled her against my chest and laid back. We laid clutching one another until I felt her body relax, her breath soften. She slipped into sleep. Visions of baby boys and girls entered my thoughts. I tossed them aside like yesterday’s rubbish. I could not go down that road now. Then, just as I started to fall asleep, the unearthly vision of Camille’s lean body rounded, glowing and fertile with my child growing inside her was quite possibly the most splendid incantation of life’s beauty I had ever seen.