Page 24 of Faking With You

I release her hand, and we eat and talk about the last two weeks. I’ve hated not seeing her for such a long period of time, but life seemed to have other plans for us. I found out this week, that my father is requiring me to travel to London next month for some meetings. I’ll be there for a week and I’m thinking about seeing if Eliza will go with me. I can say it will look weird to my dad if she doesn’t come, and while he might comment on it, if I say she has to work, he won’t press. It will really be because I want her there with me. I want to show her London, take her to places I went to growing up.

After dinner we move to the couch with our wine and keep talking. I learn so much about her in these moments when it’s just the two of us. The more time we spend together, the more relaxed she seems to be. Today when she showed up I didn’t feel any anxiety coming from her and if that didn’t give me a high.

She gets up and heads to the bathroom, and I scroll on my phone. When she comes back, she doesn’t sit, she stands in front of me, and my eyes trace up her legs, slowly taking in the way her dress hugs her curves, accentuating everything sexy abouther. When my eyes finally make their way to hers, I see the determination in them.

I put my phone down, and she slowly drags her dress up her right thigh. I sit back and watch, enraptured by her. She places her right leg beside mine on the couch, watching me as she repeats the same with her left, leaving her straddling my lap. My hands instinctively find her hips and squeeze. She settles herself and brings her lips to mine, just dusting over them, and I find myself chasing her for the kiss. She doesn’t make me chase her for long, our lips connecting in a passionate kiss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

This time I don’t stop my hand from finding her hair and tangling my fingers in it. She moans into my mouth when I tighten my grip. Our tongues fight each other for control, and her hands pull at my shirt tucked into my pants as she starts undoing the buttons. When her hands find the skin of my bare chest, a shiver travels through me and I swear under my breath.

She slides back giving her better access to kiss her way across my chest, and my head falls back. This fucking woman acts like she has no experience yet she’s completely unravelling my control. My hands find her hips again, and she sits up, staring down at me, her lips swollen and her pupils blown.

“I want this,” she whispers.

“Fuck,” I groan as she licks her lips.

I want to build some more trust with her before we have sex, but I’m not above us both getting off together. I help her off my lap and take her hand as I lead her into my bedroom. I turn the lights on, and when I face her, her cheeks are flushed. I tuck a strand of her curled hair behind her ear and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “We’re still going to take this slow, but I want to see you.”

She nods, and I lean down and claim her mouth again before I spin her around, my fingers finding her zipper.

“May I?” I ask, and she nods.

I slowly drag the zipper down, kissing her spine as each new inch is exposed. She holds the dress to her front when I finish, and as my hands reach for the shoulders, I ask, “Are you sure you want this?”

She looks at me over her shoulder and up through her lashes. “Yes. I want this.”

Her arms drop, and I slowly slide the straps of the dress off her shoulders and watch as the whole thing falls to the ground, leaving her in a matching red lace bra and underwear set. I take my time walking around her, wanting to see every inch of her. When I stop in front of her, she reaches for my shoulders and helps push off my own shirt. She then reaches for my belt, and I let her undo it and my trousers, letting them drop. I step out of them and kneel in front of her, slowly helping her out of her heels. I kiss the inside of each ankle as I slide her shoe off and slowly run my finger up the sides of her legs.

I take in her face, wanting to make sure that she’s completely comfortable with all of this. “You just say the word if you're not comfortable and I'll stop.”

CHAPTER 19

Eliza

Ialmost beg Mac not to stop. When I got ready for tonight, I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask Mac for more tonight, but I felt so comfortable with him and it felt so right. I had taken the leap this past week and went out and bought new lingerie just so I was prepared, and I’m glad I did. I feel sexy in this matching red bra and panty set, and the way Mac’s eyes are trailing over my body like he can’t get enough is only adding to my confidence.

I reach behind my back and undo the clasps of my bra, letting it slide down my arms when I’m done. He drags his hand down his face as he continues to stare. Taking it a step further, I push my panties down my legs and step out of them.

“Fucking hell, you’re going to kill me,” he mutters, and I grin to myself.

He steps close enough that my nipples brush against his chest, and it causes me to inhale sharply. His lips smash into mine, and I melt against him, my hands finding his shoulders as I reach up on my tiptoes. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me close, and I moan into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss and whispers, “On the bed.”

I follow his instructions, scrambling onto the bed. He slips out of his boxer briefs and moves around the end of the bed to a chair in front of a large set of windows. He sits and starts stroking himself.

“Touch yourself, Eliza. Show me how you make yourself feel good. Show me how comfortable with your body you are.”

I’m beyond being shy when it comes to this with Mac. He’s done nothing but make me feel good about myself. I rise on my knees, facing him. My left hand finds my breast while my right slowly finds its way down my chest and stomach to between my legs. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. I moan as my finger first makes contact with my clit.

Mac’s responding groan fills the room. I work to keep my eyes open, watching him as he continues to stroke himself, watching me. His eyes don’t stay on one spot, but rather roam everywhere as if he’s not sure what he wants to focus on.

I slowly build myself up. My left hand switches between breasts as I gently pull at my nipples and roll them between my thumb and index finger. I’m on the cusp of orgasm, and my legs start to feel week. Mac’s hand starts to move faster over his erection, his mouth hanging open. He must be close too.

I fall back on my ankles, my eyes shut and my knees spreading further apart and mutter curse words from Mac fill the air. I’m so close, I can feel the orgasm hovering there, waiting for me to fall off the edge. When I open my eyes again and watch Mac, I fall over the edge, squeezing my eyes shut. His name rolls off my tongue like it’s the only thing I can say as my orgasm shutters through me. My mind is floating above me, and I almost don’t hear Mac’s own groans, his ragged breathing following.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I work to catch my breath. I barely notice that Mac has walked past me until I hear running water coming from the washroom. I lift off my legs and lie downon the bed, eyes still closed as I fight the urge to sleep. A minute later, Mac returns and I feel a warm cloth between my legs. I hum at the sensation. When he’s done, he takes my hands and helps me sit up. I barely make it to the washroom, my legs wanting to give out.

After I finish my business, I stare at myself in the washroom mirror, and I swear I can see a glow to my skin. Even though I feel tired after the way my orgasm wrung me, I don’t look tired.