Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tanner’s cum hit her tongue and the back of her throat. Faith tried to swallow it down, but there was so much. She felt it dribbling from the side of her mouth. The vein on the underside of his shaft kept pulsing.
She wanted everything this man had to give.
His dick was still hard, but the rest of him went limp. Giving him one last suck, she sat up, gathering her hair to one side. Her nipples tightened as a breeze caressed her skin.
Faith’s gaze traced over the panting, naked man splayed before her. His chest was smooth to show off his intricate tattoos, but he’d left his happy trail untouched. She dragged her fingers down the line of hair, past his belly button down to where it met his crotch. His cock twitched.
She crawled up his body, pressed herself flat against him, and looked into his eyes. They were shining with reflected starlight. His square jaw, his prominent nose—all the lines of him were softened by the dimness.
Tanner’s palms rested on her lower back. “You’ve got something here.” He lifted one hand to touch her chin with his fingertip.
“Do I?” She couldn’t hide her naughty grin.
He licked the trail of cum off her chin and then kissed her. The move was so shameless, so intimate. Faith moaned into his mouth. She’d been the good girl for too long, and Tanner brought out the bad side she’d been dying to set free.
His arms cinched around her. She rested her head where his neck met his shoulder. They lay there for a while, listening to the trees. Something howled in the distance. The night air was chilly on her back, but the man beneath her was like a furnace, keeping her warm.
Tanner’s hand squeezed her bare ass cheek. “That was the best blow job of my life.”
She scoffed. “I could barely fit you in my mouth.”
“And that was hot. All I know is, I saw stars when I came, and not just the ones in the sky.”
She didn’t think Tanner would patronize her, but she still felt self-conscious.
“You must’ve been with a lot of people, and I’ve just been with…
you know.” With her and Jon, there’d never been anything like a honeymoon phase.
Satisfying sex had seemed like the realm of books and movies, not reality. Not until Tanner.
“Why should that matter?”
“It shouldn’t.” But she was thinking of those women eying him at the bar. How easily he could’ve taken one of them home. He’d probably had endless opportunities in the past. Partners who would’ve known exactly what they were doing.
“You made me come so hard, it wiped anyone else from my memory.” Tanner brushed her hair back.
“Right. So plausible.”
“Like a virgin…” he crooned in a falsetto.
She giggled, lifting up to look at him. “Stop. That’s awful. And it feels like you’re making fun of me.”
A wrinkle appeared between his eyes as he frowned. “I’ll admit I’m a terrible singer. But I’d never make fun of my girl.”
My girl.
Her insides were getting melty.
Tanner kissed her forehead. “My dirty, dirty girl.”
His calloused hands roved over her skin. His hips moved, gently thrusting against her. She felt him getting hard again against her thigh. Desire threaded through her bloodstream, setting off an ache between her legs.
“What do you say?” he asked between kisses. “You want to take my virginity? I know you’re into younger, innocent guys. Who may still be in high school…”
Faith growled, pushing back on his chest. “You are the worst.”
“Maybe, but I think you like it when I tease you.” He grabbed her and flipped them over. Tanner’s body covered hers, all that skin hot against her.
She wasn’t in the mood to joke anymore. “I like everything you do to me.”
His hips rolled, grinding his dick into her hip. He was thick and rock hard again. “I have a condom in my wallet. Should I get it?”
She nodded.
His jeans were lying a few feet away. He grabbed a cuff to pull them over and fished into his pocket.
Tanner knelt over her and rolled the latex onto his impressive hard-on. Faith watched, awestruck at how sexy he was. She’d never felt this kind of brazen lust for a man before. But it was more than just his body. She was falling for him so fast, everything else was a blur.
She was nervous, though. “Um, it’s been a while.”
“I know.” Tanner stretched out over her and kissed her. “I want this to be good for you. Tell me what you need.”
“Just you.” Faith couldn’t imagine how sex with Tanner could be anything but good. But she wanted him to enjoy it, too. What if she was terrible?
“I’ll go slow.”
He teased her breasts with his mouth. His fingers traced down her body until they were between her legs. He pressed the flat of his hand against her sex, then slowly started to massage her.
Faith made a grunt of frustration. “Too slow.”
Tanner’s mouth moved to her neck. “Gotta be patient.”
His fingers stroked her, parting her folds until finally, finally, his fingertip brushed her clit. “There,” she panted. She could feel how slippery she was. Wet and eager.
“I know.” It was infuriating how calm he was being about this.
Tanner’s fingertip massaged circles over her clit.
It felt impossibly, agonizingly good. Even better, somehow, than his tongue.
Probably because of what they were building up to.
She dug her fingers into his hair, pushing her feet against the blankets.
Faith gasped when he pushed a digit inside her. “Yes.”
He added a second finger, and she felt the stretch. But it wasn’t enough. His fingers had only awakened a deeper sense of need. The idea of waiting another moment for his cock was making her crazy.
“I’m ready. I want you. So bad.”
“Then you’ll have me. I’ve got you, baby.”
She loved when he called her that.
The pressure of his fingers disappeared. Tanner readjusted his weight, his forearms braced to either side of her. His tip met her entrance. He just barely pushed inside. Pain hit her and immediately she tensed, gritting her teeth.
Tanner went still.
“I’m okay.” Her voice was strained. “Keep going.”
He pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue stroking hers. Her breathing evened out. His cock edged forward, stretching her further. The burn increased. Her fingers dug into his biceps.
Three years was a long time to go without any kind of sex, and Faith worried for a moment this wouldn’t work. What if her body had decided to close itself off? Maybe self-denial had become too ingrained for her to fully open up. Was that possible?
But Tanner was gentle, taking his time. He started to pump lightly into her, even though he couldn’t have much more than the head inside.
His kisses increased in intensity. He kept making sexy humming sounds and whispering things almost too low to hear.
“Fuck, that’s good, Faith. I almost can’t take it. ”
With each thrust, he slid further into her channel.
She sucked in a breath as his cock suddenly filled a new part of her, and his hips rested flush against her body.
Tanner paused, his eyes fixed on her. “How’re you doing?”
“Is that all of you?”
He smirked. “That’s not enough?”
Faith breathed a small laugh. The burn had stopped, and now the stretch felt indulgent. Like a luxury she’d forgotten she could enjoy.
She rocked against him. “It feels good,” she said. “Really good.”
Slowly, Tanner pulled out of her, then slid forward again to fill her. Faith tipped her head back.
“Yes. Oh god, yes. Do that again.”
The smooth slide of his thick cock was like nothing she’d ever experienced. He’d joked about the “like a virgin” thing, but that was just how she felt. Like whatever she’d done before, it hadn’t been in the same category as this—Tanner on top of her, filling her, taking such care.
This man was going to ruin her for anybody else.