Free Falling In by Andrea Hopkins Page B

my every thought and worry.
    “How are you feeling today?” he asks with concern and lust in his eyes.
                  “Better now. I need you, Cole.” I whisper huskily as the tip of his erection grazes my lower stomach. His eyes become even more heated and he thrusts against me. Teasing me. He licks his lips and then claims my mouth roughly.
                  Soon he stops kissing me, grabbing my face in his large hands as he asks, “What do you need me to do, baby? I’ll do anything. Just tell me.”
                  “I need you to fuck me, Cole. I need you to fuck me, hard and fast.” I pant, the need becoming almost unbearable. I have to get these effed up thoughts out of my head.
                  With a rumble deep in his chest, he smashes he mouth back on mine, attacking my lips with a fervor that I know will leave my mouth raw. Simultaneous moans fill the steaming bathroom. He’s pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger while grinding against me and fucking my mouth with his. He abruptly leaves my mouth and replaces his fingers with his tongue on my hard nipple. I drop my head back and relish this feeling. My guilt from earlier is slowly seeping out of me. In this moment, things are how it should be. I am Cole’s.              
                  “Cole, please, baby.” I beg, needing him so bad I feel like I’m going to burst.
                  At those words, he turns me around and bends me over. I brace my hands against the wall, ass in the air, ready and waiting. And then he slams into me. Hard. We both groan as he fills me up. He slowly pulls almost all of the way out, only to slam back into me again, even deeper than before. He does this repeatedly until I can’t take it anymore. I reach my hand between my legs and start massaging his balls. Teasing him. He hisses, then starts hammering into me. Loud moans and the sound of our wet bodies slapping against each other bounce off the walls. He slaps my right ass cheek and I squeal with surprise, but tell him to do it again. And he does. He slaps the other cheek and I groan with pain and pleasure. Cole is never rough like this . He’s usually so careful and attentive. This—this is raw and animalistic. I’m so close. Just a few more pounds and I’m—
                  “ Fuuuuuck !” I scream as I come apart violently. My body is quivering as he continuously fucks me from behind. He somehow picks up his pace, grunting and digging his fingers into my hips until finally I feel him spill inside me. He rests his head on my back as we calm down our breathing. As my legs are about to buckle, he pulls me into his strong arms and holds me tightly.
                  Brushing my wet hair from my face, he looks passionately into my eyes before pulling my head back against his chest. We stand there, holding each other for a few minutes. Not saying anything. Just breathing. I feel comfort and safety in these arms. And love. So much fucking love . I pull away first. The kids will be up any minute—if they aren’t already—and to be honest, the uneasiness I have been feeling between us is beginning to seep in again.
                  We hurriedly wash each other’s bodies, paying special attention to our favorite parts, then turn the now cold water off and step out of the shower. He wraps me in a towel and delicately kisses my temple before leaving the bathroom to get ready for work. I stay rooted to the spot, needing a breather before I officially face the day. Before I see him .
                  I stare into the foggy mirror and see my flushed face. Despite my internal battle, my eyes are bright. What am I doing? I have this man. This wonderful effing man. He truly loves me unconditionally, broken and all. Why would I risk losing that, over some crush, an infatuation that will probably go away just as quickly as it came? I take