Chapter 28 #2
Her eyes widened. “Are you going to…? You don’t have to. It’s okay.”
“Yes, I do have to because I want to. I need to taste you. You have no idea how much I want you to come on my tongue. I’ve been fantasizing about this since last time.”
She swallowed, her wide eyes disbelieving. “Okay, but only if you want to.”
I gave her a gentle smile. “I do, more than anything.” Again I cursed the morons she’d slept with before me. What the fuck kind of guys were they? Selfish losers, that’s what. Tonight, she’d learn what it meant to be cherished, and if it ruined her for every other man, all the better.
She tossed both the throw pillows off the bed, leaving just one normal one. “You rich people with all your pillows.” She rolled her eyes, then gave me a cute smile.
“We’re always showing off. Normally, I have three throw pillows on each side, but two of them are at the dry cleaners,” I joked. “Now, no more stalling. I’m hungry.” I let my gaze travel from her pussy, over her stomach and breasts. My cock wanted out of my pants, but he would have to wait.
She rested her head on the remaining pillow. “Why am I the only naked one?”
“Because if I take my clothes off, I won’t be able to hold back. I want this to be perfect for you.” I needed all the barriers I could get, or this was going to be over before it started.
She pouted, her gaze traveling to my chest, then back to my face. “Can you at least take your shirt off? I want to see some skin.”
I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance. “Fine. If you insist.” I undid my buttons as quickly as I could.
Did I fumble the last two because of the way her eyes catalogued my every move?
Yes. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous and excited to be with a woman.
Donut Girl was even more tempting than her namesake.
I dragged my shirt off and tossed it aside before lowering myself onto her, skin flushing against skin. Yeah, this wasn’t part of the plan—getting this close never was—but the second our bodies lined up, I couldn’t pull back. The warmth of her, the way she fit under me… it hit hard.
I kissed her, deep and hungry, her breasts soft against my chest, every shift of her body tightening something low in mine. After a moment, I slid to her side and reached down, my fingers slipping between her thighs, finding her already wet and wanting.
I kissed her again as I pushed a finger into her. Faith arched into my hand, a sound catching in her throat.
“Yeah?” I murmured against her lips. “You like that, gorgeous?”
She nuzzled into the curve of my neck. “Ah-huh.”
I slid my finger in and out of her again, slow, teasing, before pulling it away. Then I kissed my way down her body, taking my time, until I was exactly where I wanted to be—between her thighs, her scent hitting me like a challenge I couldn’t wait to meet.
It still pissed me off that no one had taken the time to do this for her. Their loss. My advantage. She’d remember this—remember me.
I smirked against her inner thigh, then lowered my mouth to her, tasting her as I spread her open with my hands.
Faith lifted her head, her breath hitching. “Holy shit…,” she whispered, the words breaking apart as I dragged my tongue against her clit. “Fuck….”
That was all the permission I needed.
I tasted her slowly again—another long, deliberate stroke of my tongue over her clit. She gasped, sharp and beautiful.
Her hips rose to meet my mouth, not hesitating, not holding back. She wanted this. She wanted me. And the way she moved for me, the way she offered herself so openly, it lit every one of my nerves on fire.
I held her steady, spreading her gently with my fingers as I licked her again, deeper this time, savoring the way her breath broke into uneven little sounds. Each one shot straight through me, raw and addictive.
Her thigh tightened under my palm, her heartbeat pulsing against my mouth. She was close already, and fuck, I loved that—loved that she was letting herself feel everything I was giving her.
I stayed on her, tongue working her in steady, hungry strokes, determined to take her apart until she was shaking and saying my name the way I knew she would.
“Ah, ah, oh my God, Curtis. Oh my God.” Faith gripped my skull, pushing it against her. Knowing she wanted more, I sucked her clit into my mouth. She cried out and shuddered uncontrollably in pleasure.
Was it wrong that I wanted to fist pump the air? Now she knew what she deserved and that I was the man who could give it to her.
I changed to gentle lapping as I brought her down. When her hips collapsed onto the bed and her limbs resembled Jell-o, she said quietly, “Thank you. That was amazing.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Told you it would be good.”
“Someone’s cocky.” Her glazed eyes looked at me dreamily.
“I know how to please you. It’s that simple. Exhibit A.” I gave her a smug look.
“Mmm, you sure do.” Her eyes focused on my chest for a moment before finding the painful bulge in my pants. “Can we please do something about that?”
I hovered over her, my mouth close to hers. “What do you suggest?”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Do the best donuts have sprinkles?”
She chuckled. “Mmhmm. And the best cocks have condoms on right now and are inside me ASAP.”
I didn’t waste time. If this lady was asking, I was providing.
In less than a minute, I’d torn my bedside drawer and the condom packet open, and ditched the rest of my clothes, but before I could roll the condom on, Faith sat up, reached forward, and gripped my cock.
She smiled. “I never thought I’d say this, but it’s a good-looking appendage. ”
“Well, thank goodness for that. If you’d said you didn’t like it, I might’ve had to throw you out.” My tone was drier than a crate of empty champagne bottles at the end of a society fundraiser.
She bit her bottom lip before her mouth curled up in a half smile.
But her gaze soon turned sultry. I lay on my back, and she kneeled beside me.
Her pink, glistening tongue licked from the base of my cock to the tip.
My eyes rolled back in my head. So good.
I swallowed. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
She did it again, pleasure shooting through my body. My hand flexed as I resisted the urge to sink my fingers into her hair, grip the back of her head, and hold her there.
“Can we save that for next time? Right now, I want nothing more than to be inside you.” Her cheeks, her tell, flushed like a rose in full bloom.
It was clear that her work confidence had retreated, and she was shyer in this setting.
I got the impression that sex with her ex had been get in and out as quickly as possible.
Again, what a dick. “Is that okay, Faith?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes… please.”
Fuck me, that please.
I splayed my palm against the side of her neck, reaching my fingers around her nape, my thumb settling against the underside of her jaw.
I gently pushed her backwards until she was lying down and staring up at me, her eyes dark in the low light.
“Are you ready?” I gripped my dick in one hand for emphasis.
She licked her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, Mr. Knight.”
Well, who knew that would be such a turn on. Not that it should surprise me. I’d never had secretary-banging fantasies, but Faith had changed all that. I didn’t want to think what else she’d changed.
My dick pulsed, reminding me to hurry up. I was only too eager to oblige. With one hand braced on the bed next to Faith’s head, I guided my cock into her warmth, all while watching her face to make sure she was okay. Well, except for the brief moment I shut my eyes to enjoy the sensation.
Faith tensed for a moment, and I stopped. “Are you all right?”
“Yep. Just adjusting. It’s… been a while.” She placed her hands on my back. “I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” The last thing I wanted to do was give her a bad experience. She might not be my forever woman—I didn’t know if anyone was—but she was special. I’d be an idiot not to realize that. Not that I wanted any woman to have a bad experience with me….
“Positive.” She wiggled her hips and squeezed around me. “Can I have more, please?” Her cheeks heated once again, but my chest expanded with happiness—she’d pushed through her shyness for me.
My voice came out husky when I said, “Your wish is my command.” I sank deeper until I bottomed out.
She relaxed beneath me and shut her eyes, her hips moving against me.
That was my signal to give her what she needed.
Brushing my lips along her neck, basking in the vanilla-coconut scent of her shampoo, I rocked into her gently.
Being inside her, the pure pleasure that engulfed me was almost too much, and it was the only time I could say I was happy to have a condom on—I wouldn’t last ten seconds without it.
After a few strokes, we found our rhythm, my erotic slide in and out causing a tingle in my balls that spread to the base of my spine.
I was getting close, but it was too early for Faith.
I stopped. She stared up at me. “What happened? Am I doing something wrong?” That was the second time she’d asked that tonight.
I’d love to punch whoever the guy was who’d stolen her confidence.
I ghosted my finger across her cheek, moving a lock of hair from in front of her eye.
“No. In fact, you’re doing everything too right.
You’re such a turn on, and I feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now.
The problem is, I’m going to get there before you, but I don’t want that.
Have you ever done doggy style?” Doggy style sounded more ridiculous coming out of my mouth than it had in my head, but hey, that’s what it was called.
“Um, no. But I’m happy to try… for you.” The vulnerable look in her eyes that said she felt safe stripped away another layer of my protections.
I wanted to remind myself why I trusted so few people, but I didn’t want to ruin my time with Faith.
In this moment, she’d given me that gift.
It was the second greatest gift. The first was her.
I rolled off her, and she knelt on the bed, her hands near the pillow, her peachy ass toward me.
My gaze caressed her curves and went straight to her glistening sex.
I placed one hand on her back and guided myself home.
Oh, God, that felt fucking fantastic. I gripped her hips and moved slowly. “Do you like that, beautiful?”
Her words came out on a moan. “Mmm… yes. So good.”
“It’s about to get better.” I thrust into her slow and deep two more times, then bent over her and reached around.
My finger found her clit. I pressed down gently, rubbing in small circles, then drew my dick out of her and pushed in again, finding a faster pace as she angled her hips back to meet me.
“Oh my God, Curtis. This is… ahhhh. So good. Can you… can you fuck me harder?”
The dirty talk was going to kill me if she didn’t come soon. But I took it as a win that she was telling me what she wanted. “That’s a definite yes.”
My finger stroked her softness as I buried myself deep.
Over and over again. My brain emptied of everything but being inside Faith, her warmth, the sounds she made, how close we were in this moment.
My balls tightened, my dick swelling. I tensed, trying to hold off the building euphoria. “Are you close?”
“Mmmhmm. Just a bit more.” She dropped to her elbows and forced her ass backwards, upping the tempo, drawing me deeper.
My breaths came faster. Sweat laced where our skin slapped together. I was almost at the point of no return. I just needed to hold on. I gritted my teeth.
And then she moaned loudly. “Yes, Curtis. Yes. Oh my God. Yes.” She shuddered, her walls contracting around me, the sensation on my overly sensitive cock my undoing.
I came in a rush of warmth, burying myself so deep, I might never find my way out. I wanted it to last forever, be inside her always. “Fuck yes.”
As my orgasm faded, I kept the pressure on her clit, bringing her down slowly until she stopped moving. Her breathless “Thank you” was almost too quiet for me to hear.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed a few slow kisses between her shoulder blades. “Thank you,” I murmured, still catching my breath. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
It wasn’t a line. I’d meant every word. Something about being with her hit deeper than just physical. It was the way she touched me, the way she opened up, the way everything between us felt effortless and too intense to ignore.
Faith was getting under my skin in a way no one ever had. She was the thought that woke me up, the thought that settled me at night, the spark that hit my bloodstream the second I saw her. And having her like this—tasting her, hearing her fall apart for me—felt nothing short of addictive.
I wasn’t sure when or how that’d happened.
But I needed a reality check—a detox might be in my future.
This wasn’t necessarily more than a short-to-medium-term arrangement.
Once our business contract was over, would she want nothing to do with me?
Would I even have time for the relationship she deserved?
If everything went well and I kept control of Knight Advertising, there would be a lot to change, and my time would be limited for anything outside work.
I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away. Not now. I’d just had sex with the most incredible woman I’d ever touched, and I fully intended to do it again. And again. Tonight was about her, about us. The rest could wait until tomorrow.