“I want you to start carrying a gun all the time,” Falk says seriously as he reaches out and places his hands on my shoulders. “I know you aren’t completely comfortable with that, but I want you to do it anyway.”
“I’m not surprised.” I look up at the sky, wondering what a handgun could possibly do against such a thing.
“You’ll do it?”
I close my eyes and nod. The very idea of having something like that on me all the time makes me nervous, but I can’t argue with him. I open my eyes as I feel his thumb on my cheek.
“You tired?” he asks.
“No,” I say as I look at him, “but I would like to go to bed.”
His eyes widen slightly.
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Falk nods slowly, runs his fingers down the side of my arm, and links his hand around mine. We don’t speak as we walk up the stairs to the apartment or when we get inside. My legs are shaking a little, and my heart is already pounding in my chest.
Falk turns to me, runs his thumb over my mouth, and then kisses me slowly and softly. I bring my arms up around his neck and press against him, deepening the kiss. His arms wrap around my waist, and I feel his hands just inside the hem of my shirt. He slips his fingers inside my jeans, rubbing the skin of my lower back as he hums against my lips.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he says.
“Stop worrying,” I respond.
“I can’t help it.” He runs his hands up my arms. “I know you haven’t…not since...”
“Don’t say it.” I place two fingers over his mouth. “There is just you and me here. I don’t want to think about anything else.”
“I just want this to be perfect,” he says softly. “I want to be perfect for you. God, Hannah, you have no idea how much I want this to be right for you.”
His words bring tears to my eyes. I can see by his expression how serious he is, how much this means to him. As a tear escapes from my lashes and falls to my cheek, he reaches up and brushes it away.
“I want you,” I whisper. The words catch in my throat. “You’re the only reason I’ve managed to stay sane through all of this. You’re the only reason I’m even still alive.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Hannah.”
“I know that.” I shake my head slightly. I don’t know how to express myself in a way that will make sense to him. “It’s not obligation. It isn’t even gratitude, though I feel both of those things as well. I feel safe with you. Even with everything that’s going on, you make me feel safe. The closer I am to you, the more comfortable I am. When you hold me…I just…”
I look away as I stumble over my words, and Falk strokes my cheek again, wiping away another tear.
“I haven’t felt this way in so long.” I stare up at him again, hoping he can understand by my look what I can’t seem to say with words.
“I will always be here,” he says. “I will always protect you.”
I can feel his words as he presses his lips to mine. As his hand cradles the back of my head and his tongue traces over my lips, I know he will always be beside me, keeping me from harm. It doesn’t matter what happens around us—I know he will protect me with his life.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lifts his arms so I can pull the garment off. My gaze travels over his torso, admiring the defined muscles of his chest and the cut of his abs. I run my hands up his arms, my fingers tracing his biceps. I stop at his shoulders briefly, then drop my hands over his chest. There’s sparse, light hair over his warm skin, and my finger follows the line from his navel to the top of his jeans.
Falk stands completely still, and I run my hands over him. He doesn’t even move when I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. He just looks down at me, watching my every move as I drag his jeans down his legs, and he steps out of them.
I’ve seen him in nothing but his boxer shorts before, but this is different. If nothing else, his dick is jutting out in front of him, making the boxers resemble a tent in the front. I stroke my hand over the bulge, enjoying the warmth in my palm before sliding my hand down the front and pushing his boxers down.
Falk closes his eyes for a moment as I stroke his bare flesh again, running my hand from his balls to the tip of his cock. It pulses in my hand as I wrap my hand around it, but he still doesn’t move.
I glance up to his face and reach down to pull my shirt over my head. His gaze drops to my breasts as I reach behind myself to unclasp my bra, setting my breasts free as the bra drops to the ground. He reaches out and places his hands on my hips, rubs his thumbs over my sides, and then reaches for the button of my jeans.
He stops and looks into my eyes. I can see the desire both in his look and in the more obvious sign of his erect cock pointing right at me, but still, he hesitates. When he doesn’t move for a minute, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, push them down, and kick them off.
I watch Falk’s throat bob as he swallows. He stares down at the lacy pink panties I’m wearing and licks his lips.
“Hannah,” he whispers. His voice is breathy and reverent. He reaches up and caresses my cheek and neck, kissing me once more. “I’ll go slow—gently. If you want me to stop at any time, tell me. I will.”
“I know.” I run my hand from his shoulder to his chest. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palm. “I want you, Falk. Don’t worry about me. I want this.”
He nods and then reaches around me, picking me up like a child and carrying me to the bedroom. He stands at the foot of the bed, kissing me again as I hold on around his neck. By the time he lays me down, I’m already breathless.
Falk kneels on the bed and runs his hands over my hips. He watches my expression as he takes the edge of my underwear in his fingers. I nod, and he drags my panties slowly down my legs, his gaze following his hands. I pull my legs up a little so he can pull the panties off my ankles, and he drops them without ceremony onto the floor as he looks up my body. He licks his lips, and his eyes darken as he runs his hands from my ankles all the way up my thighs.
Falk kisses the inside of my leg, right above my knee, and flicks his tongue over my skin. I gasp a little, and my legs tense. I can feel my pulse between my legs as he slowly makes his way up. Before he moves on, he pauses at my left calf, slowly planting kisses over the scar where he sewed my leg.
I cry out as his tongue reaches me and moan again as he licks from bottom to top, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly, then wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my legs up over his shoulders.
My ass clenches, pushing my hips up and pressing me against his mouth. I both hear and feel him groan, the vibrations from his lips rippling through my sensitive flesh. I arch my back, pressing my head and shoulders to the mattress.
He is unrelenting with his tongue—licking and sucking at me as he grips my ass, pulling me to his mouth. I glance down and see him staring up at me, his eyes dark and wanting—a parched man being offered his first drink of water.
I coil my fingers in his hair as I push up against him, my body shuddering. Crying out again, I tighten my thighs against his head as my orgasm hits me. My muscles give out for a moment, and I feel Falk’s smile before I see it.
He looks up at me, still grinning, and kisses my stomach. He keeps kissing up my body, stopping to run his tongue over each nipple.
I feel his hard cock up against my thigh as his mouth covers mine. I taste myself on him, and it only makes me want more. Despite the release, my pussy is still throbbing. It’s not enough just to come—I want to feel him inside me. I want to watch him lose himself in my body.
Falk wraps an arm around my shoulders and rolls, pulling me over on top of him. I have to adjust my balance as I straddle him and lean back, staring at him. He wants me on top; I can see it in his eyes. He’s still hesitant and unsure, waiting for me to change my mind.
“I want this,” I tell him again. “I want you.??
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“You have me,” he says simply. “Do whatever you want.”
“I want you inside me.” I feel his cock flex as the base presses at my apex in answer to my desire, and I reach down to wrap my fingers around it.
It’s glorious, thick, and throbbing in my hand. I run my finger along the vein at the base, and Falk shudders. I glance at him, and his eyes are closed. He runs his tongue quickly over his lips, and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I angle his cock upright and raise myself up on my knees. The head slides easily through my folds, still wet from my orgasm and his tongue. I guide his cock into position, and slowly lower myself over him.
I gasp as our bodies connect. For a moment, I can’t move—I just pause and feel him inside of me. I clench around him, getting used to the pressure, and Falk runs his hands over my hips, then up to my breasts. I start to move on top of him, slowing raising myself up and then dropping back down again.
He feels so perfectly right inside of me—warm and sensual. He alternates between watching my face and looking down to where we’re connected. Every time he looks down, I can feel him tense beneath me.
I move faster.
Falk lifts his hips, meeting each stroke, but lets me set the pace. I lean forward a little more, wanting the friction against my clit. I can feel the pressure building up inside of me again. I move faster, my eyes closed and all my focus on that one, tiny spark as it grows. I grip his shoulders, pulling on him for support as I rock at a frantic pace. His fingers dig into my hips pulling me down on him as my stomach tightens. The feeling intensifies and explodes through my body as I scream.
“Oh, God! Falk! Falk!”
My legs shake uncontrollably as the feeling pulses through my skin. I cry out again as I collapse on top of him, my chest to his. Falk’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and he holds me tightly for a moment.
I feel his hand slip down my back, and he rolls us both until he’s on top of me. I sink against the mattress, unable to respond even as he starts kissing up my jaw.
“Don’t you pass out on me,” Falk whispers into my ear. “I am far from done with you.”
I can only stare at him and nod. I don’t have any words.
Falk leans back, strokes my skin from my shoulders, over my breasts, down to my stomach, and back up again. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and lifts me to him. He slides one hand down to my ass and pulls me into his lap, my legs wrapping around his hips.
With his arms around me, he lifts me gently and slowly until I can feel just the head of his cock inside of me, then pulls me back down, burying himself. He does this over and over as his mouth and tongue move along my collarbones.
I stroke his shoulders and the back of his neck, reveling in the feeling of him inside me, his body wrapped around me. His forehead glistens with sweat as he presses his lips to my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
He pulls me down and holds me there, panting. He looks at me with those dark, intense eyes for a moment before he closes them and takes a deep breath. I reach for his cheek and stoke his jaw. I can’t find any words to express to him what I’m feeling.
Falk raises himself up on his knees, slipping out of me as he lays me on my back. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he balances himself on one hand and strokes my skin with the other. His fingers dance over me, and I can feel every touch in my throbbing clit, but it’s his eyes that hold my attention. I can’t look away.
He leans forward and kisses me, our tongues wrapping around each other as he tilts his head to the side. He moves his hand over my stomach and between my legs, pushing them a little farther apart as he caresses me. His thumb is on my clit, rotating, as he pushes two fingers inside of me. He moves them around in a circle, stretching me as I moan beneath him.
He withdraws his fingers, and I glance down to watch him grip his cock and center it against my opening. He presses forward slowly, filling me again as I wrap my calves around his.
Falk moves inside of me, slowly at first, alternating between stroking my pussy with his cock and stroking my lips with his tongue. My entire body feels like it’s going to explode with sensation with every movement. He shifts his weight, resting on his elbows with his hands coming up underneath me and gripping my shoulders. He uses my body for leverage as he nearly pulls out of me and then slams home.
I cry out and pull my thighs up so they’re around his hips as he plows into me again and again. His movements are quick and deep, igniting every nerve in my body.
I wrap my fingers around his upper arms and hold on as he moves faster. I try to meet his strokes, feeling my already overly sensitive clit beginning to throb again. Each time he moves forward, his pubic bone presses against me hard enough that it’s almost painful. All I can do now is hold on as I feel him swell inside of me.
Falk cries out incoherently as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deeply. I feel the warm rush as he fills me, and it’s all I need to set me off again. My body shudders as I tighten my legs around him and push up against his body.
I sink into the bed—eyes closed, heart pumping—completely sated.
Three times. Three times in one round.
Falk stays poised above me. I can feel the heat from his body on my skin and the slight shaking of his triceps under my fingertips. I keep waiting for him to collapse on top of me, but he doesn’t. I open my eyes and look up at him.
His eyes are still closed, his breathing still labored as I reach up and stroke the side of his face. He doesn’t move, just holds himself inside of me, his weight on his arms.
“Are you all right?” I run my thumb over his bottom lip.
He opens his eyes and stares at me. He licks his lips, swallows, closes his eyes again and nods.
“It’s been a long time,” he whispers. “That was…incredible. I just need a minute.”
“Take all the time you want.”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. He doesn’t move—just holds them there for a moment before pulling away. I feel him slip out of me as he rises up and rolls to one side. He gathers me up in his arms and holds me to his chest.
Falk hugs me tightly against him and then slowly relaxes. I lean my cheek against his shoulder, and he kisses the top of my head.
“You okay?” His voice sounds rough and scratchy.
“Much better than okay,” I tell him. “I’m positively elated and completely exhausted.”
His chest shakes as he laughs softly.
“Good,” he says, “because I don’t think I’m going to be ready for another round of that for an hour, at least.”
“An hour?” I glance up at him. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow as it is.”
“I don’t want to leave any room for speculation,” he says. “I can’t think of anything sexier than seeing you hobble around all day.”
“As long as I don’t have to run from anything.” I snicker, but the sudden tension in his arms alerts me. He doesn’t find my joke humorous, and his tone becomes serious again.
“I won’t let them take you,” he says. “I don’t know what they did with the others, but whoever they are, they aren’t going to get you.”
I place my hand on the center of his chest. His dedication is admirable but also concerning. I warm at his words, but I also know he won’t always be able to protect me.
“You can’t control everything,” I say. “You shouldn’t put all of this on yourself.”
“I am.” He kisses the top of my head again. “If I don’t do it, who else will? You are in my charge, Ms. Savinski. I take that very seriously.”
“I know you do,” I tell him. “I just don’t want you to think you’re responsible for anything and everything that happens to me.”
“I do think that,” he says, “and that’s not going to change. I have to do this. I won’t fail.”
He looks at me, his deep blue eyes intense and pleading.
“This is all I have left, Hannah.
I’ve never bailed on a job because things got rough, and I’m not about to do that now. There’s no fucking purpose for me except to make sure you’re protected.”
*****
I wake in Falk’s arms.
He’s wrapped around me so tightly, I have to duck under one arm and around the other before I can slide down and out of his grip to head to the bathroom. The air in the apartment is cool this morning, and I shiver as it hits my naked skin.
As I go into the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is everywhere and looks like a lion’s mane. I quickly smooth it down and tie it back at my neck before I walk out to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee on a camp stove. The natural gas stove has long since stopped working. Falk said it was because the compressors that move the gas to the apartments need electricity to work. We’re almost out of propane for the camp stoves, and I wonder if anyone found some during the last supply run. I’ll have to go check the shed later.
When I come back to the room and dress, Falk’s arms are still splayed over my side of the bed, giving me a wonderful view of his muscled arms and shoulders. He snores lightly as I pull on my clothes, which makes me smile.
With the coffee made, I head outside with a mug in my hand, wishing we still had some of the vanilla creamer and then being mad at myself for wanting something so frivolous. As soon as I start walking down the stairs, I can feel how sore I am between my legs and grunt slightly. When I get to the last step, I pause a moment, shifting my weight from one hip to the other, remembering the feeling of Falk’s cock deep inside of me. My muscles clench at the memory, and I smile to myself as I continue to the common area.
It’s early enough that no one seems to be around yet. There’s still some dew on the grass and only the faint chirping of birds and chipmunks. I head over to the fire pit and stare down at the mess from last night. It will have to be cleared of mud before it will be useful again, so I might as well get started.
It’s too big of a mess to do by hand, so I head off to the shed for the shovel, but it isn’t anywhere to be found. I remember Falk was using it out by the well yesterday. He’s usually very good about putting tools away, but I decide to go look for it there.