“Good. You stay with me, Faith. Watch what I’m going to do to you. Not expecting anything back. Tonight is all about you. I’m going to suck on your sweet nipples.” My hands lift up her shirt. Her arms move with it above her head. There’s nothing but skin, tits, and sweetness. My thumbs glide over puckered nipples, and I do as I told her I would, sucking one into my mouth before moving to the other.
“Feels so good.” Faith’s hold my head, pulling me closer. I pull on her nipple, wanting to see just how close I can get her to coming for me with my mouth on her alone, but there isn’t any way in hell I won’t be getting her off in just this way.
“You want more, babe?” I ask her, moving to her other breast. The way she’s squirming on my lap, it’s a wonder I don’t have blue balls yet and that she isn’t coming with the sensation she’s giving herself. That’s when I know my woman needs something more.
“Yes, don’t make me wait, Graham.” Yep, she needs something more, and I’m going to be the only damn man ever again to see her this way. There’s no way I’ll ever allow her to walk away from me, and there’s no way I’ll willingly walk away from her and Logan. They’re mine in every aspect of the word.
My teeth bite down on her nipple. Her loose shorts give me all the room I need, and fuck me sideways, she isn’t wearing anything underneath these either. Faith is full of surprises. The wetness that meets my fingers has me wanting to strip her bare of everything before putting her back to the couch. Licking, sucking, and eating her straight from the source is definitely going to happen. Next time. This time, though, I lift her up with my thighs, making room, my palm sliding up, feeling just how much she’s willing to give by how she moves with me.
“Fuck, Faith, want inside you something fierce.” My lips unlatch from her nipple and travel up the slope of her neck until our lips meet. I swallow her moans, her tongue dancing with mine, retreating and then chasing.
“Please.” Faith has no idea what she’s even begging for, but that’s okay because when I slide two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy, I’m not sure who moans out loud, me or her.
“Damn, baby, you’re going to come before I even move inside you,” I tell her, already feeling her walls tightening around me, my palm giving her the friction with every movement of her hips, my fingers thrusting in and out, faster, harder, deeper.
“Going to come.” Faith’s head tips back as her body shakes, her breath heaving. My eyes don’t know where to look—her face, her tits, her stomach that’s quivering, or where my fingers are fucking her the way my cock is begging me to.
“Come, Faith, use me to get there,” I demand, hooking my two fingers up, making a come-hither motion, and that’s when she flies apart. Her body locks up, she moans low in her throat, her hands on top of my thighs to hold her steady, and son of a bitch, I can’t wait to finally have her in a bed beneath my body. I don’t stop my movements, not even when she’s limp from her orgasm. I still keep at it, slower this time, until she comes back to earth.
“You good?” I ask her when she opens her eyes.
“So good. I want to give you what you gave me, but I’m not sure I can manage it. Come to bed with me. I need a nap, and then I want you again.”
“Love that you want to reciprocate. That was all for you, though, babe. I’ll lie in bed with you for a bit but got to sleep at home for now. I don’t want Logan seeing me sneaking out, not until we’re on solid ground, okay?” I take my fingers out of her cunt. Faith clamps down on them, mewling as I leave her.
“You’re right. I’d really love if you lay down with me, though.” She yawns. I wrap my arms around her lower back, stand up holding her, and give my woman what she wants.
“Got no problem with that. I’ll be back early. Things keep progressing like they are, I have no doubt Logan will know exactly what we’re all building together,” I state.
“I know. I have so much to talk to you about, to apologize for. Another day, though. I’m too boneless to talk.” Her head slides into the crook of my neck, and I give Faith exactly what not only she needs, but what I want.
Eleven
Faith
It’s been a week since Graham and I became, well, Graham and me. He stays with Logan during the day, doing every fun thing possible with him while monitoring him. After today, Logan is in the clear, able to move, run, and be as playful as ever. Including his staples being removed. Once again, Logan took it like a champ, even when I cringed while it happened. The mom in me just can’t cope seeing him in any form of pain or being hurt.