“You don’t have your custom orgy bed yet.”
He chuckled as they made their way down the hall, and he kicked open the door with his foot. “Well, we’re not having an orgy, are we? This is a party for two.”
“How pedestrian. It must be so boring for you.”
“No talking, either.”
He laid her down on the bed and she looked up at him, mutinous.
“Did you have a bra to wear today?”
“Yes.”
“I have your other one.”
She squinted. “I have more than one. I have more thantwo.”
“Let me see this one.”
She shifted, sat up and pulled her top over her head, exposing the red lace bra she had underneath. Then she reached behind herself, unzipped her pencil skirt and tugged it down, revealing her pair of matching panties.
“Damn,” he said. “Last night, before we started, I’d planned on that side-of-the-road stuff being just the introduction.”
“Yes, and then you got ridiculous.”
“Itried,” he said, his voice rough. “I tried not to be a monster, Faith. Because I might not have known you were a virgin, or at least I didn’t admit it to myself, but I knew that...my hands are dirty. I’m just gonna get you dirty.”
She looked up at him, and the confusion and hope in her eyes reached down inside him and twisted hard. “You said sex was fun when it was dirty.”
“Different kinds of dirty, sweetheart.”
She eased back, propping herself up on her forearms. It surprised him how bold she was, and suddenly, he wanted to know more. About this little enigma wrapped in red lace. An architectural genius. So advanced in so many ways, and so new in others.
“Take your bra and panties off,” he commanded.
She reached back and unclipped her bra, pulling it off quickly. There was a slight hesitation when she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down. But only a slight one.
She wiggled out of them, throwing them onto the floor.
She kept the same position, lying back, not covering herself. Exposing her entire, gorgeous body.
Small, perfect breasts with pale pink nipples and a thatch of dark curls between her legs.
“I wanted to do the right thing. Just once. Even if I’d already done the wrong thing. But I give up, babe. I give the hell up.”
He moved toward the edge of the bed, curved his arms up around her hips and dragged her toward him, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. She made a small, kittenish sound as he moved farther down, nuzzled her center and then took a leisurely lick, like she was the finest dessert he’d ever encountered. She squirmed, squeaking as he held her more tightly, and he brought her fully against his face and began to devour her.
It had been so long. So long since he’d tasted a woman like this, and even then...
Faith was sweeter than anyone.
Faith wiped away the memory of any previous lover. Doing this for her was like a gift to himself.
He brought his hand between her legs and pressed two fingers deep inside her, working them in and out, in time with his tongue. He could feel her orgasm winding up tight inside of her. Could feel little shivers in her internal muscles, her body slippery with need. He drew out that slickness, rubbing two fingers over her clit before bringing his lips back down and sucking that bundle of nerves into his mouth as he plunged his fingers back in. She screamed, going stiff and coming hard, those muscles like a vise around his fingers now as her climax poured through her.
By the time she was finished, he was so damn hard he thought he was going to break in two.
He stood up, stripped his shirt over his head and came back down on the bed beside her.
