Free Falling to Pieces by L.T. Kelly Page B

up straight closing the space between us, my hands aching to touch him, to feel his warm skin beneath them. I threw my arms around his neck at super speed making him flinch. I couldn’t control my rapidity while being so emotionally charged as well as being horny as hell.
    “Teagan, I—”
    I clamped my mouth on his fiercely. I knew he was ‘something’ and I thought he’d realised the same about me. I didn’t want to talk about it right now. It could wait.
    My tongue darted into his mouth, my coldness against his warmth. He used his weight to guide me back down onto the sofa, his body positioned in between my parted legs. Our lips locked as our tongues danced together in an intoxicating rhythm. I raised both of my legs and interlocked them behind his back, pulling him closer to me, squeezing him like a snake attacking her pray, jolting at the bumps of his rigid abs against my pulsating clit beneath my panties.
    He lifted me up so I sat upright facing him on his lap, my legs still wrapped around his torso. I smiled against his lips when I felt his erection brush against me. With him being so much taller than me, I hadn’t realised his evident excitement when we were lying down. I grinded against him, causing a moan to escape his throat and vibrate on my lips.
    He grasped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back exposing my throat to him and planted soft kisses all over my neck. Releasing my rusty locks he stood up and carried me towards the stairway.
    I let my head drop forward, closed my eyes and rested my nose against his, with our foreheads together.
    “You need a shower, you dirty girl.” He slapped my backside playfully.
    I giggled like a schoolgirl as we descended the stairs of the upside down house.
    He brought me into his bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom, hitting the light switch on with his elbow, our eyes were glued together as he stopped. I untangled my legs from around his waist and placed my feet on the creamy tiled floor next to the huge shower cubicle. On the other side of the bathroom was a large oval-shaped sunken bath. The sink stood next to the bath beneath a huge mirror, looking like a bowl on top of a wooden pedestal where red towels had been stacked beneath the sink on shelves.
    I glanced back to Marc and saw that his eyes glowed more golden than I’d ever seen before.
    “What are you?” I grew tired of hearing myself repeat the question but it just kept coming out of my lips.
    “What are you , Teagan?” He threw the question right back at me. I peered around his body to look in the mirror above the sink seeing my own eyes exhibiting the same vibrancy as his, like large twinkling amethysts set in my face. I became breathless at the sight of them, my mouth hung open.
    He pulled me back against him and reached for the zip at the small of my back. I reached up and ran my hands over his solid biceps, greedily enjoying the contours of muscle.
    He tugged at the cloth shrouding my shoulder. My white skin shone harshly against his dark skin. Marc gasped as my ample breasts were revealed. Immediately reaching for them, they looked full and round in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over my pink nipples. My parted lips let go a moan as I arched my back.
    He slid his hands down to my waist and yanked the skirt resting on my hips downwards. It fell and billowed around my ankles. He stepped back inspecting me and ran a hand over his face.
    I felt exposed due to his hungry gaze, wincing a little at the fact I’d had no time to prepare for this moment. I knew we were going to go to bed with each other. That was inevitable. But, I couldn’t help but wish the moment had been more intentional.
    “You’re beautiful, Teagan,” he said breathily, his eyes wide, drinking every inch of me in.
    “Really?” My voice sounded small and unsure.
    He leant into the cubicle and turned the water on. It poured out of the rainforest showerhead. I stood frozen to the spot trying to gauge my emotions, the