Falling Into You (6 page)

Their coupling was raw, fevered and
urgent—and unlike anything Rebecca had ever imagined or experienced
before.

“I’m about to come,” she whimpered, squeezing
her eyes shut as if to brace herself for the pending explosion.

Barely a second after the words left her
mouth, she felt another earth-shattering orgasm tear through her, wracking her
body with waves of ecstasy. She sobbed Vince’s name as he rocked against her
once more, then stiffened and groaned with his own powerful release, his cock
throbbing palpably inside her.

Moments later, panting and trembling, Rebecca
dropped her head onto his shoulder. He held her tightly in his arms, running
his hands over her slick back as her body began to relax.

For a long time they remained locked in that
position, her legs wrapped around his waist, neither making a move to pull
apart.

When their racing heartbeats gradually
returned to normal, Vince drew back and angled his head to gaze down into Rebecca’s
face.

“Where have you been all my life?” he
murmured huskily.

Rebecca licked her lips into a sultry smile.
“You’ve been looking in all the wrong places.”

He chuckled, and her belly bottomed out at
the low, sexy rumble. He brushed a kiss over her damp forehead, then across her
mouth. She opened for him, seeking his tongue, and they kissed deeply and
provocatively.

After a while Vince slowly lifted his head,
and Rebecca unwrapped her legs from his waist as he eased her down and stepped
back. He bent to retrieve her discarded clothing and she dressed quickly,
stuffing her underwear inside her pocket and sliding her feet into her
flip-flops.

Vince zipped up his jeans, then pushed the
emergency-stop button, sending the elevator back into motion. He and Rebecca
stared at each other in supercharged silence as the cab climbed to the ninth
floor.

Without a word, Vince picked up Rebecca’s
box, then followed her down the empty corridor to her apartment. He stepped
inside and set the box down on the floor. Before Rebecca could finish locking
the front door behind them, he pulled her roughly into his arms and seized her
mouth in a hot, fiercely possessive kiss.

Rebecca clawed at his clothes with desperate
hands and he helped her, tugging his turtleneck over his head as she reached
for his belt buckle.

In no time at all they were both naked,
allowing Rebecca’s hungry gaze to feast on the sight of her new lover. Vince’s
body was even more magnificent than she’d imagined—broad shoulders and a
wide chest sculpted with hard, sinewy muscle over a tight six-pack. She ran her
hands over his torso and sucked on the flat dark button of his nipple,
delighting in the tremor that shook him.

After he’d sheathed himself with another
condom, they sank to the carpeted floor, surrounded by moving boxes. Rebecca’s
heart was pounding violently against her ribs, her body caught in a fever of
need and lust.

Vince pulled her on top of him, and as she
straddled him, she guided his long cock into her swollen pussy.

They groaned with mutual pleasure as she
settled fully astride him, skin to skin. Vince swore gutturally as she began
riding him, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the erotic sensations
coursing through her.

Vince reached up and cupped her breasts,
stroking her erect nipples until they ached.

As heat sizzled through Rebecca’s veins, she
flung back her head and braced her hands on Vince’s upper thighs.

He began thrusting hard, fast, deeper with
every stroke.

“Oh, my God…Oh, my God,” she cried over and
over again as their bodies slapped loudly together, sending her breasts
bouncing up and down. She could feel another orgasm building in her loins, just
as powerful as the first two had been. “Vince…
VINCE!
”

Her back tightened and arched as her inner
muscles clamped around his dick, milking an orgasm from him at the same time
that she erupted with a scream of ecstasy.

After several moments, she collapsed upon him
with a satisfied groan that made him laugh softly.

He lazily caressed her back and the swell of
her ass, whispering to her in that deep, hypnotic voice of his. Lulled by the
sound, Rebecca drifted off to sleep.

She awakened to the most sublimely erotic
sensation between her legs.

It was like velvet dipped in sun-warmed
honey, lapping against the aroused, swollen folds of her pussy. She moaned and
writhed in mindless pleasure, convinced that she was still dreaming.

But as she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Vince’s
dark head buried between her legs, which he’d thrown over his broad shoulders.
He was eating her out, slow and deep, like she was a hot fudge sundae he wanted
to savor.

As Rebecca watched, he lifted his eyes to
hers. The scorching heat of his gaze melted her from the inside out. She
clutched a handful of bedsheets as he licked and nibbled her pulsing clit. Then
he did something incredible with his tongue that sent shockwaves through her
whole body. She called out his name hoarsely as her back arched off the bed.
She came so hard she thought she’d pass out and never regain consciousness.

Afterward, weak and exhausted, she could do
no more than roll onto her side and close her eyes.

Vince curled up behind her, fitting his hard,
muscled body along the length of hers and draping an arm across her waist. The
soft fabric of his jeans rubbed against the back of her legs, and his warm
breath tickled the nape of her neck. She’d never been more deliciously sated in
all her life.
  

Drowsily she opened her eyes and glanced
around the large bedroom. Night had fallen, and a Tiffany floor lamp glowed
softly from the only corner of the room that wasn’t cluttered with moving
boxes. She realized that Vince must have carried her to bed after they made
love. Good thing she’d taken the time earlier to unpack her linens and make up
the bed while her brother and Chris unloaded her stuff from the truck.
 

What
a fabulous way to christen your new bedroom
, she thought with a naughty smile.

“What’re you thinking about?” Vince asked,
the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through her body. Her flesh tingled as
if he’d physically caressed her.

“I was thinking about how much I like my new
apartment,” Rebecca answered.

Vince chuckled softly. “Funny, I was just
thinking the same thing.”

She threw him a teasing look over her
shoulder. “Don’t you get any crazy ideas about moving in with me. I’ve never
done well with roommates.”

“That’s too bad,” he drawled, making her
shiver as he kissed her shoulder. “I’d make a damn good roommate. I’d always
pay my half of the rent, I’d keep the place pretty clean, and I wouldn’t play
loud music at all hours of the night while you’re trying to study.”

“Mmm. Sounds too good to be true. Would you
also do backrubs?”

“Sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear, “I’d do
anything
you wanted me to.”

Rebecca’s toes curled. He was so damn sexy
she almost asked him to move in with her right then and there. But she couldn’t
even imagine coming home every day to a man like Vince Gray. With him around,
she wouldn’t get a single thing done. She’d spend too much time on her back, or
on her knees.

“Where do you live, Vince?” she asked
curiously.

He kissed the nape of her neck. “If I told
you I was homeless, would you let me move in with you?”

She laughed. “No, I’d refer you to a friend
of mine who’s a social worker for the city. She’d help you find a job and
obtain subsidized housing.”

“Hmm. Nice friends you have.”

“I like to think so. So what about you, Vince?
Do you have a lot of nice friends?”

“Why? Are you tired of me already?”

As
if!

“Do you always answer questions with
questions?” she teased.

“Is that what I was doing?”

“Yes,” she said with a muffled laugh. “And
you just did it again!”

He chuckled. “Sorry. It’s your fault,
though.”

“
My
fault?”

“Yeah. I can’t think straight while holding
the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my arms.”

If any other man had spoken those words to
her, Rebecca probably would have rolled her eyes in scoffing disbelief. But Vince…well,
Vince was somehow different. So when he called her the most beautiful woman
he’d ever met, she didn’t mock his sincerity. She melted.

“I’ve rendered you speechless,” Vince said
softly.

Rebecca smiled. “Maybe a little. It’s
becoming a rather bad habit of yours.”

He laughed quietly. “Well, speaking of
habits,” he murmured, snuggling closer, “I could get very used to this.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Rebecca
admitted, surprising herself.

Vince Gray was a virtual stranger to her, yet
she could think of no place else she’d rather be than lying in his arms, their
bodies spooned together like two halves of a whole.

Who
is
this man? she silently marveled. And where had he come from?
 

The doorbell rang, jerking her out of her
thoughts.

“That’s the deliveryman,” Vince said, rolling
away from her and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. “I ordered
Chinese for dinner.”

Rebecca warmed with pleasure as she turned
around to face him. “You thought of dinner?”

“Of course. We worked up one hell of an
appetite, don’t you think?”

She smiled demurely. “You could say that.”

“Besides, I have to feed you.”

“Oh, really? Why’s that?”

He leaned down to nibble her bottom lip.
“Because I haven’t had my fill of you,” he said huskily, gazing into her eyes.
“And by the time this night is over, beautiful one, you’re gonna need all the
strength you can get.”
 

Oh,
God
.

If Rebecca had been standing, her knees would
have given out on her. All she could do was lie there and watch as Vince winked
at her, then rose from the bed and sauntered out of the room.
 

It was only when the fragrant aroma of Chinese
food reached her nostrils that she finally climbed out of bed and padded to the
adjoining bathroom. After emptying her bladder, she rummaged around in a
cardboard box labeled
TOWELS AND LINENS
. Locating a thick terry washcloth, she
soaked it with hot water and poured a small amount of mango-scented body wash
into the center.

As she cleaned herself, she gazed at her
reflection in the vanity mirror. Her black hair was tousled, her dark eyes were
heavy-lidded and hazy, and her lips appeared slightly swollen. She
looked
like a woman who’d been screwed
out of her mind for the past three hours.

As she washed herself, the friction of the
warm, wet towel both soothed and aroused her. Suddenly she imagined Vince
kneeling in front of her, slowly guiding the washcloth over the plump, slick
folds of her labia, then replacing the towel with his fingers. She could almost
feel him massaging soap into her soft pubic hair, then slipping beyond to
caress her engorged clit.

Closing her eyes, she set aside the
washcloth, then reached between her legs and touched herself. Pretending she
was with Vince, she teased and stroked herself as the pressure built inside
her. Biting her lower lip, she scraped a fingernail against the hood of her
clit and shivered at the resulting sensation. Her breasts throbbed, and her
nipples hardened.

She slipped a finger deep inside her pussy
and heard her own ragged moan as if from a great distance. Imagining Vince’s
cock filling her, she pushed a second finger inside herself, then cried out as
she began climaxing, her hips pumping wildly.

When she opened her eyes moments later and
looked in the mirror, her reflection was joined by Vince’s. He stood a few feet
behind her and was watching her quietly, his lids at half-mast, his nostrils
slightly flared.

Instead of feeling embarrassed that she’d
been caught masturbating, Rebecca found herself more aroused than before.
Especially when she lowered her gaze and saw the bulge of Vince’s erection
straining against his jeans. The knowledge that she could turn him on so easily
sent a thrill of wicked pleasure through her.

Without a word, Vince closed the distance
between them and reached around her body to cup her aching breasts in his
hands. Rebecca moaned as he kneaded them, brushing the pad of his thumbs across
her tight nipples. She undulated her hips, rubbing her ass against the rigid length
of his dick.

With a low groan, he slapped her right butt
cheek. Rebecca gasped as a melting warmth spread through her belly and settled
heavily in her loins.

“You like that?” Vince whispered huskily
against her ear.