His mouth was soft at first, his hands on her head light. But as the kiss deepened and desire took over, his grip tightened, and so did hers. Faith dug her fingers into his chest, her body pliant against his.
Gus kissed her until her knees buckled and she sagged against him. Hot and sweaty, with her body aching for more, she tore her mouth from his and rested her cheek against his shoulder.
The throb between her legs was intense, and with a groan, she wiggled her hips, but that only increased the friction. She gasped because now there were fingers down there. Caressing. Probing. Rubbing through her jeans.
Jesus. She was going to come, and they were only five minutes in.
Already, that exquisite pressure was building, and when he pressed against her, when he slipped his fingers inside her pants and slowly, methodically began to stroke, she swore a blue streak because the tight knot of desire expanded.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me.”
She closed her eyes, her legs like rubber, her body on fire with need. It didn’t take much more, and when she shuddered and cried out, his mouth was near her ear, and it was satisfaction she heard in his voice.
“You sound amazing when you come, do you know that?”
Breathing heavily, Faith looked up at him and slowly smiled because she had plans of her own. Suddenly filled with the kind of confidence she’d never experienced before, she pushed back and then pointed to the bed.
“On your back,” she ordered, smiling when his eyebrows shot up.
“Should I call you sir?” he said, falling onto the bed.
“Madam will do.”
His grin was wicked. “I like that. Madam Sweetness.”
“You need to move forward.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, eyes on the bulge between his legs. “With your butt on the edge of the bed.”
His eyes were dark and hooded, and the energy in the air electrified when she reached for his zipper. She’d only done this twice with Declan and both times she’d fortified herself with alcohol. Faith had done it because it was something that had been expected. It had been a birthday present the first time. She hadn’t enjoyed it, and she certainly didn’t look forward to it.
But this was different.
Hewas different.
Gus leaned back onto his elbows and gave her full access. Carefully she undid his zipper, and he lifted his hips so she could tug down his jeans. The man was commando — something she hadn’t expected. He was a big man. Tall with wide shoulders. Big hands and feet, and his cock was something to behold.
As she sank to her knees in front of him, doubt began to cloud her mind. How could a girl with vanilla experiences satisfy a man like him? He’d probably been with hundreds of women who knew exactly what to do.
Tentatively she reached for him, her fingers gently sliding up his length and then back down again. He made a sound — a hiss or half-groan — not that it mattered because whatever it had emboldened her. Faith leaned forward and ran her mouth along the path her fingers had just made and then she kissed her way down.
His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched tight, and when she took him into her mouth, she watched him closely. She used her tongue and mouth to tease, loving the way his body strained against her. She kept things moving slowly, enjoying the feel and taste of him, almost as much as the sight of him.
He had a tattoo on his lower abdomen, and she caressed it while taking him deeper into her mouth.
“Jesus Christ, sweetness, your mouth is like fucking heaven.”
His hips began to gyrate, to grind into her as she rode him with her mouth and sucked harder and faster.
“I can’t hold off much longer,” he said roughly, sitting up. He looked down at her with eyes that glittered, his handsome face covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Then don’t,” she murmured, holding onto him with both hands while she took him deeper yet.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered with a gasp as she rolled her hands around him faster and faster.
“Don’t die,” she managed to say, looking up at him wickedly. “It’s still early.”
