“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 everythingtooright. 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 controlof 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.
CHAPTER 29
CURTIS
Ilooked at my watch—8:05 a.m. I drained my coffee and glanced out at Central Park. It was Friday at the end of April, and winter was finally giving up—trees blooming, grass actually looking green again. The city felt lighter. So did I.
But it wasn’t the view that had me grinning like an idiot.
Last night had been so muchmorethan I anticipated. Not that I didn’t think finally being inside her would be phenomenal, but our connection was something that took me by surprise. I’d asked her to stay the night, and she’d left not ten minutes ago. Eric had taken her home. She was going to shower, grab her things for the weekend, and come stay for the next few nights. And I wasn’t even sweating at the prospect.
