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Her words nearly killed me. “You had my cock as far back in your throat as it can go and I fucking loved it. But now I need you on the bed.”
I bent down and gripped her under her armpits. I hauled her to her feet. I ripped her sweatshirt off over her head and tossed it behind me. I was feeling a little dangerous, a lot desperate. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I reached out and brushed my thumb over her nipple. Her breath caught.
“MacKay. I need you,” she said.
Instead of saying anything I just leaned in and kissed her, hard, my fingers finding their way inside her loose pajama pants and right on into her damp heat.
Faith gave a cry of pleasure. On edge, I went straight for two fingers, enjoying the way her body arched toward my touch, her little gasp of shock and delight ringing in my ears.
Now I wasn't feeling a little dangerous. I was feeling a lot dangerous. I had been thinking about nothing but Faith since July and now I had her again, something I hadn’t expected after our night in the hotel in Wanted. I felt possessive, eager, almost angry. I wanted to imprint on her, make it so she could never forget this. I wanted to be tender and loving and demanding and greedy all at once.
Her eyes drifted shut and she held onto me for support, spreading her thighs to give me better access. I was slightly to the side of her, trapping her thigh between my own, one arm around her waist.
I concentrated on massaging her into a deep, boneless pleasure, listening to her body, to her reaction to each stroke of my fingers, each tease and slide. The moisture from her pussy soaked me as I sank inside her over and over, wanting to draw it out, and drive her insane.
She looked so beautiful, so delicious, that I kissed her again and again, while I sank my fingers inside her sweetness. “I love your lips. I love your mouth.”
I love you.
It was right there. I wanted to say it.
But Faith shoved at me. “Oh, I can’t, you need to stop.” She was arching her back and trying to escape my hold. “I’m going to come.”
“So come.” I didn’t break my rhythm at all. I pulled her back in, nice and snug, fingers buried deep inside her.
Faith broke with a soft cry, her hips bucking against my fingers, her head tilting back.
Her nipples were a dusky rose and tight, rising in front of me. I lowered my head onto the closest one and drew it into my mouth. I pulled back, prepared to toss her cute little ass onto the mattress on the floor when I saw she was pouting.
“What?” I struggled not to smile. “What’s wrong?”
“This was supposed to be my show. I was supposed to make you come, not the other way around.”
Only Faith would say something like that. I stared at her. “You’re upset that you had an orgasm?”
I knew that I was in love with her because there was no reason in hell I should find that as adorable as I did.
“I’m not upset, obviously. I just wanted to make you come.” Her lower lip was still jutting out.
I pinched that plump little lip. “So make me come.”
I pulled my shirt off over my head and shoved my jeans the rest of the way to the floor. I sprawled out on the mattress on my back and waited for her to join me. “Do what you gotta do.”
She did it alright. She shoved off her pajama pants and climbed on the bed, resting her knees on either side of my thighs. Then she guided me inside her, raising her hips just a little before sinking down fully onto my cock.
“That’s it,” I told her, drinking in the sight of her high round tits, her long hair, her swollen lips. “Ride that cock until I come, baby.”
Gripping her soft hips, I wanted to taste and touch and smell every inch of her. But this was her show, as she’d pointed out, so I kept myself still and let her leisurely ride my cock while I absorbed every sensation. I was going to hold on to this, to the feel of her. I shifted my hands to her ass, wanting to explore every single one of her delicious curves.
“MacKay?” she asked, rising way up so that only the tip of my cock was still inside her.
I gritted my teeth, wanting to just grab her hips and slam her back down. “Yes?”
“I can’t get it deep enough,” she breathed, before dropping back down onto me.
It was Faith being coy, flirty, a hot little tease. “You can do it,” I assured her. “I know you can.”
She squeezed down onto me again with an impassioned cry.
