Faith locks her hands together and releases a breathy moan when I suck her nipple into my mouth. I roll the hard nub around my tongue, and she automatically rakes her nails across my back. I stop and tsk. She huffs and throws her arms back over her head, interlacing her fingers. “No, but seriously, you aren’t going to make this easy, are you?”
“Hell no.” I continue my slow torment of her breasts, grinding against her damp heat, teasing her, with my dick straining until the ache becomes straight-up pain. Until I can’t take one more second being outside of her body. I lift my head, taking a second to appreciate how pretty she is first, because my God, I can’t with this woman. She’s a fucking masterpiece. “Ready?”
I grab her leg and guide it to my hip. All it takes is one smooth push for me to slide right in. She’s so hot and wet and tight. Her muscles squeeze my cock. Pleasure rockets through me, hitting every nerve in my body.
“You okay?”
“It’s been a while,” she admits in a hoarse whisper.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I wanted this to be nice for you, but I can’t hold back.”
Faith, the little minx, thrusts upward. The action sinks me in deeper and pulls a moan from me. “No one asked you to.”
My grin is pure evil as I inch out. Tease her with just the tip until she’s begging for more. I ease back in, so slowly. Achingly slow. And when I’m fully seated, I kiss her. Soft. Sweet. Before I switch gears and go hard. Rough. I repeat this pattern, this torment, until even I can’t take one more second of it. Until the thin thread of restraint snaps as I pump into her. Fast and wild.
“Put your hands on me.”
And she does. Her hands are everywhere, and I almost lose it and come the second her nails rake down my back. She grabs my ass to push me in deeper. Her fingers tangle in my hair. She’s driving me fucking insane. The muscles in my abdomen tense and my balls tighten. A surge of heat flows through me, and I swear to Christ, every part of me is electrified.
Faith stiffens, and I slow my strokes to bring her with me. I thrust into her, taking us to a place we haven’t been together in too long. A place I wanted to get back to since the day I watched her walk away. Today is a new start, one that will allow us to finally have a chance at a future, because I swear to God, I won’t fuck it up twice.
Cross my heart and hope to die a thousand agonizing deaths.
“Jester.” My name on Faith’s lips, spoken in a breathy groan, breaks me. Shatters me in a million pieces. “Jester, please.”
“What do you need, Fizzle?” I kiss her throat. “Tell me.”
She moves in time with me, mimicking each pump of my hips. “You. All of you.”
“You have me, Faith,” I promise as I rock harder into her. Her legs are a vise around my waist, and when she grips my shoulders and holds me like I’m her anchor, she arches so high, I’m afraid she’s going to snap her spine.
And then all thought leaves my brain because her pussy squeezes my cock. Floods around me. My orgasm follows. Every nerve is alive, and for a second, I’m suspended in a perfect weightless nothingness as electric pleasure sizzles through me.
I crash back to reality, and my arms give out. I land on Faith in a heavy, sweaty, and heaving heap. She doesn’t seem to mind and nuzzles my neck. Makes the cutest little content noise. Even hugs me, and for real, I never want to move from this spot—
“I need to pee.”
Well, damn.
I lift my weight off her and roll away, my legs tangled in the bedding. While I kick at them, she sits up and we’re both a total mess. As well we should be. I grab my phone to check her BG.
Fuck.
She’s too low.
I set the phone back on the bedside table and hand her the juice box. “You need this.”
“Thanks.” With its tiny straw and cartoon characters, the juice box looks comical in her hand after what we just did. But it has exactly fifteen carbs and a low sugar count, making it the perfect beverage to slowly bring up her glucose.
I run my finger up her leg while she sucks down every drop of the apple juice. “Good for you?”
Why the hell am I fishing for a compliment? I mean, this is me, for fuck’s sake. I don’t need a woman’s approval. Yet here I am, hanging on her answer.
With the straw tucked between her teeth, she tilts her head. “Unsure of your game, Jester?”
“Oh, I’m sure, Fizzle.” I walk my fingers toward her wet pussy. “I want to hear you admit defeat.”
Liar.
