6. Nate
six
Nate
F aith’s apartment is small but cozy. She has a few decorations, but for the most part, it’s very minimalist—something I’m afraid she’s used to. Once Savage hands over the keys to one of the houses, I’m going to let Faith have full reign over designing and decorating it inside and out.
“I know it’s not much.” She shrugs, embarrassment staining her cheeks a pretty shade of pink that surprisingly doesn’t clash with her hair.
“Do you feel safe here, Faith?”
“Honestly, yes, I do, but I’d feel safer with you.”
I growl, crushing my lips to hers. “Mine.”
“Yours.” She moans into my mouth.
I lift her into my arms, and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. I carry her to her bed, which takes up a third of her living space.
It’s a studio apartment, so it has only one room and a bathroom.
“I need to tell you something.” I gently lay her down on the mattress.
“I’ve never been with a woman before. I’m a virgin.
” Now it’s my turn for my cheeks to heat up.
Confessing that I’m a twenty-nine-year-old virgin should be embarrassing, but it’s not—not to Faith.
“So you’re telling me Sin isn’t a Sinner.” Faith gives me a look that has me ripping off my clothes. My hands land on my belt buckle and freeze.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I swallow hard as she yanks off her t-shirt with the bakery logo on it, exposing her gorgeous tits to my gaze. “Beautiful.” I place my hand on her lace bra, flexing it around her breast and caressing the hard nipple.
“Yes, Nate. I want this. I want you to be my first.”
I give her breast one last squeeze before unbuckling my belt again. “You know I’d planned to go slow,” I say, unsure whether I’m talking to her or trying to remind myself. “But seeing you like this, I’m not sure I can.”
“I don’t want it slow. I want it fast and hard.” She leans forward, reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra, slides it down her arms, and throws it at me with a giggle. “Make me a sinner, Sin.”
Catching her bra with one hand, I bring it to my nose and inhale her scent.
“Then let’s burn together for our sins.” I toss her bra to the floor and finish stripping out of my clothes.
Her panties are the next to hit me square in the face, and just like her bra, I hold them to my nose and inhale deeply.
“Delicious. But now you have me craving more.” I dive between her legs, burying my face in her wet heat.
My tongue licks a path up her quivering slit, soaked with her need. She tastes like heaven.
“Oh, Nate.” Her fingers grip my hair, pressing my face tighter against her core. “Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” Her hips buck wildly as she rides my tongue.
Needing to watch her lose control, I slip two fingers into her tight, wet heat, dragging a moan from her lips.
I latch my mouth onto her clit, alternating between sucking and licking the little bud.
Her body tenses, and I feel the moment her orgasm rips through her as she screams my name, her thighs trembling around my head.
“My perfect angel.” I kiss her inner thigh as she tries to catch her breath.
“That was amazing.” She glances down at me, her eyes glazed over from her release.
“We’re far from done, Faith.” I lick and kiss my way up her body, giving special attention to her breasts. My tongue flicks across her nipple, causing her to gasp, and I have to press my cock into the mattress to keep from coming too soon. “That’s it, Faith. Let me hear your pleasure.”
“It feels so good, but I bet your cock would feel better inside of me.”
“Now who’s the demon?” I smile around her nipple.
“I’d better do as I’m told before you curse me to hell.
” I reposition myself so I’m hovering over her, the tip of my cock rubbing against her soaked core.
“Is this what you want inside of you?” I push the tip into her tight opening with a groan at how tight she is. “Fuck, Faith, you’re so fucking tight.”
“I need more.” She wiggles beneath me, her hips thrusting upward, drawing me deep into her body.
“Damn, Angel. I wanted to take it slow.”
“Harder. I need it harder.” Her inner walls squeeze harder, desperate for more. “Please.”
Her plea snaps whatever shred of willpower I have left. “Fuck.” I pull my hips back, then slam back into her with a wild, primal need. “You feel so good.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, clinging to me in the same desperate, primal need I feel for her. “Yes, Sin. Make me your woman. Make me yours forever.”
“You’re mine, Faith,” I grunt, pumping my cock into her deeper and faster. “I’m never letting you go,” I growl. Her body stiffens and clamps down tighter around my shaft, milking me until I lose control and follow her over the edge with one last deep thrust.
She clings to me, her body trembling from our shared orgasm. “Will it always be like this?” She gazes into my eyes, lust still shining there.
“Always.” I kiss the tip of her nose, roll onto my side, taking her with me, and tuck her against my chest. “Now rest. We have a lot of time to make up for.”