I dip my head for a taste. Lick her from ass to clit. She’s fucking delicious. “Why?”
Her fists tangle in the gray sheets. “Because if I was going to die, I wanted to hear your voice one more time. Happy?”
Thrilled.
I mean, I’m not inside her yet, so I’m still working toward euphoric, but I’m getting closer. First things first, though…
“You don’t hate me,” I say with a fair amount of satisfaction about half a second before I lower my head and finish what I started with that initial lick.
This is a homecoming, lying like a sniper with my head nestled between Faith’s legs. Her flavor and scent. It’s been my obsession for seven long and miserable years, wondering if I would ever have the chance to be in this exact spot, doing this very thing. And here I am, a starving man finally feasting on his favorite meal in the whole damn world.
At one point, Faith grabs my hair and holds my head where she wants it—where she needs it. Who am I to argue? I stay right where I am, my tongue on her clit as she presses against my mouth. Her body strains as she comes. Again. I stay on her until her muscles relax, and she releases my hair. When she sits up and braces herself on her elbows, her face is flushed, and her eyes are glazed over.
“Hi,” she breathes.
“Hi,” I say back, laughing.
“That was nice.”
I arch a brow. “Fuck yeah, it was.”
She sits all the way up and slaps her hair away from her face. “Stand up.”
“Pardon?”
She has the audacity to shoo me off the bed. “Stand up and take that shit off.”
The “shit” she’s referring to are my pants and boots. Trust and believe she doesn’t have to tell me twice. I climb off the bed and kick off my shoes. The pants go next, and now we’re both naked. As we should be. I want to jump her like a horny teenager about to get laid for the first time all over again. Somehow, though, I remember I’m a grown-ass man. Even when she shimmies to the edge of the bed, grabs my hand, and tugs me forward.
My control gets tested the second the tip of her tongue touches the head of my cock. And when she sucks my shaft into her mouth…Fuuuck. This is my first blowjob, right? Must be, because that would explain why I’m about to come.
Feels like my soul is going to fly right out of my body. Not being dramatic here. Okay, maybe a little. So what? I’m allowed to be theatric. Not in a million years did I think my dick would be back in Faith Decker’s mouth. But here it is, and it must be my birthday and Christmas rolled into one.
Unfortunately, if I let her keep working her magic, this is going to end real quick. Like, embarrassingly quick. “Faith, stop.”
She slides her mouth off my shaft, dragging her tongue along the underside of my head. Good Lord, this woman. “Something wrong?”
I stab a hand through my hair and take a deep breath that does nothing to slow the erratic beat of my heart. “I intend to fuck you, is what’s wrong. If you keep it up, this will end with me coming in your mouth.”
Arrogant wench with that smile. “So much for the Unholy’s legendry stamina.”
Growling, I shove her backward. “We’re going to play a game, you and I.”
“Are we?”
I nod nice and slow and do another quick check of her BG. A little high thanks to a rush of adrenaline, which is good. Faith might be a tiny thing, but she’s proportionate, and as I crawl back on the bed and up her body, I appreciate every magnificent inch of her. “Up for the challenge?”
“Always.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Since she likes it rough, I clamp my hand around her throat and nail her to the bed. Her eyes go wide, but she notches her chin to give me better access.My girl. “You’re going to put your arms over your head, and every time you lower them, I’m going to stop touching you.
“That’s evil.”
My turn to smirk. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who pointed out I’m Unholy.”
“Fucker,” she mutters, but up go her arms. The motion arches her back. It presses her perfect, perky breasts against my chest. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
I release her throat and hold up my thumb and index finger until they’re almost touching. “Just a lot.”
