Free Catch Me Falling by Elizabeth Sade

from.” Too bad for him there was nowhere he could go to escape. He couldn’t outrun his past, couldn’t run from his future. What he was likely to become. He couldn’t run from himself.
    Alexa went to the windows and looked out. She traced the edge of the lake with her eyes. She seemed mesmerized by the view. He was mesmerized by the view, too. Her long eyelashes framed sparkling green eyes. Her lips were soft, impossibly so, but she wasn’t wearing makeup. Her cheeks were light pink – his fault. Whether it was arousal or embarrassment he wasn’t sure, but he was pleased with either. Her nose wasn’t a button but wasn’t too sharp. It fit her face. She was gorgeous, and she wanted to have sex with him.
    He couldn’t wait anymore. “Alexa?” he murmured, his voice soft.
    She turned to look at him, saw his face, the desire that was there.
    He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted her.
    “Take me,” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes and winding her arms around his shoulders. Then she kissed him, their mouths moving together. This was slow, lazy, but with a heat that built within him.
    He could smell her, he could feel her. She smelled like something light and fruity, probably her shampoo. It drove him crazy. He tilted his head to the side, felt her follow, and the kiss deepened. He could fuck her with his tongue, feel her whimper underneath him. Oh God, he had missed this. He had missed her, missed this, and it had only been a few days.
    Her hands were on him, pulling up his shirt until they had to separate so he could yank it off. He threw it off to the side, his mouth latching back onto hers. He went to her blouse, started undoing the buttons, and she stopped, breaking the kiss.
    “Let me do it.” Her hands were on his.
    He stopped, searching her eyes. There was fear there, apprehension dueling with the lust, the want. “Okay.” He would have preferred her naked, would have preferred her tits where he could get them easily, but if she didn’t want to take her shirt off, he could work around it. “You’re gorgeous.” His lips skimmed her cheek, and he kissed his way up to the sensitive spot just underneath her ear.
    “You’re distracting,” she muttered, undoing the top buttons of her shirt. She undid her bra, tugged it off. Bared herself to him.
    Oh yes, he could deal with that.
    For a moment he turned away from her, tugging the plush armchair so it faced away from the lake. So when she sank onto him, rode him until she cried out, she could see all of him, even if she didn’t know it. “Come here.”
    She yanked off her shoes and then her jeans without preamble.
    So she wasn’t shy, then. Then why –
    He forgot what he was supposed to be thinking when she climbed onto his lap, her hot pussy pressed against his hard cock as she twined her arms around him. “You’ve been a bad boy,” she murmured into his ear.
    He looked at her, cocked his head to the side. “So you’re going to punish me?” Heat was pulsing through him in waves every time she rocked against him, every time she settled. It was delicious friction, his sensitive cock against the rough fabric of his jeans.
    She leaned down and rubbed her palm over the bulge in his pants, kissing his neck at the same time.
    He groaned, his head going back against the armchair. “Fuck, Alexa.”
    “That’s the point.” She kissed his neck again and again, soft, delicate kisses that made him burn with need.
    He slid a hand down her and cupped her hot, wet pussy. “You’re so wet.” She moaned as he slid his hand under her panties, used a single torturous finger to stroke her sex. “You’re so wet for me.”
    “I am,” she breathed, her head tilting forward onto his shoulder. He leaned forward, dislodging her to draw one of her nipples into his mouth. She had the best breasts he had ever seen, with perky nipples that were begging to be sucked and nibbled. She whimpered as he grazed her nipple with his teeth. He circled her clit