Fall by Sara Taylor Woods

Author:Sara Taylor Woods
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2017-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

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I wake up to Talia’s mouth on my cock, sunlight pouring onto us like honey. I stretch my legs, point and flex, and slide my hand into her hair. She hums softly, vibrating down the length of me. I curl my fingers into a fist in her hair and she lets me take control of her movements, lets me control the speed and depth, her eyes glazed and soft when I pull her off my cock with a pop, her breath steaming in the chilly air, lets me push her right back down, her nose pressed into my stomach until her shoulders hunch, her back curls, and I pull her off again.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say, holding her up by her hair. She grins at me, slides her teeth over her swollen bottom lip. “You gonna make me come?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is hoarse with sleep and desire.

“You gonna swallow it?” I ask. “You want me to come down your throat, little miss?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says again. “Yes, please.”

I push her back down onto my cock, and we both groan a little, and she lets me fuck her mouth until lightning skates up my spine and my muscles curl up and I come, holding her head, pressing her face into my groin, until I’m empty, until my limbs and eyelids are slack. She slides me gently out of her mouth and crawls on top of me and wraps around me like a koala and I pull the sleeping bag covers up over us, her head resting on my chest, her ear pressed to my hammering heart.

Talia lets me catch my breath before she starts to fidget, and we finally get up and pack up the tent and head down to Mount Washington, munching on Clif bars. She’s easy and relaxed in a way I rarely see at home, and when I reach across the console to squeeze her thigh, she laces her fingers with mine.

The woods outside are a riot of color, green and gold and fiery red, and I’m jealous of my brother and this annual show he gets. But he doesn’t get this, this beautiful girl I have next to me, who’s watching the world outside her window as we wind through the mountains. He doesn’t get to watch the sharp line of her jaw or the strong line of her neck. He doesn’t get to watch her legs work as we climb the rocky side of the mountain, or see her smile as she turns back to look at me, or touch the tangle of her hair when we stop for a water break.

The hike is long and hard and beautiful (sort of like Talia, if we’re being candid), and when we’re standing at the summit, looking out across the horizon, her tucked up under my arm, I press my lips to her hair, and I think:

I’m going to marry this girl.

It feels a little bit like falling, and a lot like landing on both feet.

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