I pick up her hand and pull her fingers into my mouth, sucking on the digits until they are wet. “Play with yourself,” I tell her. “Show me what feels good.” I dip her other hand’s fingers into my mouth and dampen them as well.
Her cheeks flush, but as I roll my hips into hers, she moans and gets to work. She plucks and pulls at her nipples, her entire body trembling as she gives herself pleasure. I get off watching her, my dick throbbing as she continues her assault on the tender buds.
“Oh, God.” The words come out on a slurred moan. “So good.”
“Keep going.” My hips jerk against her sex, over and over, and if I can’t hold on, I’m going to come like a fucking teenager who can’t control himself.
I don’t know if it is my grinding against her clit that I am unable to control or the pinching and pulling of her nipples, but she utters a slow moan and her body trembles beneath me.
“I’m coming. Oh, God, yes.” She releases her hold on her nipples and grasps my shoulders, her hips lifting and thrusting against mine.
I’ve never seen a sexier, more beautiful sight than her coming apart, cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering closed. I wait until the shuddering stops and she collapses before rising and stripping off my boxers.
I come back over her, my cock hovering by her neatly trimmed sex. Then the obvious hits me. “Shit, condom.” I always use protection. It’s stupid and irresponsible not to.
“I’m on the pill.” She bites down on her lower lip. “And I was at the doctor shortly before I left town.” She looks up at me with wide green eyes, asking with her gaze if I’m safe.
Because she trusts my answer and that means the choice is mine. I’ve never wanted to feel a woman bare around me before Faith, and the knowledge rocks me to my core.
“I’m clean.” I was tested for my yearly physical a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.
In response, she spreads her legs beneath me, and her trust is humbling. Her gaze never leaves me as I grab my cock, pumping the length with my fist before positioning myself at her entrance and gliding into her with a smooth thrust.
I feel her everywhere, my entire body aware of her slick inner walls, the heat of her surrounding me, and the vulnerable way her eyes open wide as I fill her. A heavy lump forms in my throat, and I brutally push it aside, doing everything I can to focus on the physical sensations and not the emotional fallout of havingsex with Faith. I refuse to call it making love. That thought would send me running.
I’m already invested. I can’t let myself gothere.
“Jason, move.”
Faith’s voice takes me out of my self-reflection, and I do as she says, begin to pump my hips back and forth, gliding in and out, riding the high I feel from being with her. Shifting positions, I deliberately thrust hard, hitting a different spot inside her, and she moans aloud.
“Yes, there.”
With that, I begin a steady rhythm, taking us both for a hard ride. She grasps my cheeks and pulls me toward her. My lips come down hard on hers, and I continue to pump into her. It isn’t long before my balls draw up tight, my spine tingles, and just as I know I’m going to come, she cries out my name.
I let myself go, spilling into her and losing a part of myself at the same time.
***
Faith
I rush toget ready for Noah’s birthday party, knowing Jason and I have to stop at the shop and pick up the goodie boxes I put together yesterday. Because my clothes are in the closet in the guest room, I have a break from Jason’s intense stare. He’s been watching me ever since this morning, as if trying to figure out just what occurred between us in bed.
I’d like to know that myself. Intense doesn’t begin to cover it. Life-altering might come closer. Reminding myself this is a temporary relationship no matter how close to him I might feel, I finish putting on my makeup, fluff my hair, draw a deep breath, and step into my bedroom. I dressed in a pair of black slacks anda white top, not wanting to call attention to myself at the party. I feel as if I’m there to help set up my candy, and though I might also be there with Jason, I’m not foolish enough to think I’m truly an invited guest. Izzy was just being nice when she asked me to come.
It would be more than foolish to act like I’m Jason’s date at his nephew’s birthday party and let the heady mix of being on his arm after being in his bed feed dreams that will never happen.
I take a quick glance in the mirror, well aware my cheeks are flushed… because my body is still quivering with awareness from the orgasms… plural… he gave me this morning. I pick up my purse and walk out of my room in his apartment, meeting up with him in the family room.
My gaze slides over him, and though I do my best not to ogle, it’s difficult. He looks sexy in a pair of dark jeans and a navy turtleneck shirt, those indigo eyes looking through me, his expression knowing. As if he can see my heart and knows how fast it’s beating just for him.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I nod, glancing at the time on my phone. “If we leave now, we have enough time to get the goodies and for me to set them up.” I start for the door ahead of him, startled when he grasps my arm and spins me back to face him.
“What?” The word barely leaves my mouth when he wraps one arm around my back, pulls me against him, and seals his lips over mine.
All my worries and anxieties flee in the wake of his kiss. He devours me with his mouth, licking, tasting, owning, and possessing, before letting me up for air.
