Page 68 of Fake it With Me

When his mouth finally found me, I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had me gripping the sheets within seconds. The man had zero trouble finding that perfect spot that sent electricity spearing through my veins.

“Darek. Oh God!”

He didn’t let up, one hand holding my hip to keep me in place while the other slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. The dual sensation was almost too much. I felt the pressure building, that delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He added a finger, then two, curling them inside me while his tongue worked magic on my clit. The combination sent me over the edge. I came with a cry I barely managed to muffle, my entire body trembling with the force of it.

He worked me through it, only pulling back when I was too sensitive to take any more. Then he crawled up my body, kissing a trail from my stomach to my breasts to my neck. I felt a tear slip down the side of my face.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered in my ear. He licked the tear away. “So good.”

I was still catching my breath, still floating in that post-orgasm haze. I was glad he didn’t ask about the tears. He was probably used to making women orgasm so hard they cried.

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. And rightfully so. The man had skills.

I could feel him against my thigh, already hard again. Apparently we weren’t finished.

“I want you inside me,” I said.

Darek stretched his arm out and jerked open his nightstand. A second later he was ripping open a condom wrapper and sliding it on. He positioned himself at my entrance, and then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside. I was still sensitive from the orgasm. The sensation was almost overwhelming. My body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, staying still to let me adjust.

He pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in. Despite both of us already getting one orgasm, the urgency was still there.

He pounded into my body before pulling out. I opened my eyes and stared up at him in a daze. He was on his knees and looking down at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Roll over,” he ordered. “I want to have my hands on your ass while I fuck you.”

My body shuddered. His dirty talk was so hot. I rolled over, my body struggling to cooperate. His hands went to my hips and pulled me to my knees. I let out a soft moan when his hands rubbed over my bare ass.

“Fuck, I love your ass,” he said.

A second later, I felt his hot breath and then he bit my butt. I yelped. He laughed. And then he kissed the spot he bit a second before he pushed inside me again.

His thighs bumped against the back of mine as he pumped into my body. I was up on my elbows. I pushed back, matching him thrust for thrust. Thank God Daisie’s room was on the opposite end of the hallway.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come.”

As if my body was just waiting for permission, I came again, clenching around him so hard he groaned. He thrust a few more times, then followed me over the edge, burying his face in my neck as he came.

And then my body just gave out. I collapsed face first on the bed with him on top of me. I didn’t care that he was suffocating me. My body was humming. I was ready to pass out and think of nothing else.

Maybe ten seconds later, he shifted his weight off of me. He rolled me to my side and spooned behind me. He kissed the side of my face and then my shoulder. “Stay tonight. Don’t go back to your room.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

He smiled and pulled me closer. He kissed my shoulder again and then nuzzled against my neck.

“Best first date ever,” I murmured.

“Definitely setting the bar pretty high for second dates.”

“Think you can top it?”