He swears low under his breath, pushing himself up to see me better. “Fucking perfection,” he says, making me giggle as I smile up into his eyes.
“If you think white skin and freckles are perfect.” I joke a little to help ease the tension of my uncertainty.
His eyes flare with some emotion I can’t identify. “You are so beautiful, Faye. The most perfect woman I have ever seen.” His voice is earnest as he lowers his forehead against mine again for a long moment. I love how he does that. I have never had anyone share my space so closely like that, and in the moment, it is somehow even more intimate than his hands against my flesh. He gives me that cocky grin that I can’t help but love before pecking a kiss to my nose and rolling off of me to tug me into a sitting position.
He swiftly pulls my shirt up and off over my head. Still not saying anything, he feathers kisses against my forehead and across my cheeks. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. His actions reassure me. I feel cherished and can tell that he doesn’t take this, or me, lightly. His lips seek mine again as he lies down, lowering both of us onto the pillows and pulling my naked torso toward him until my perky breasts rest against the scorching heat of his chest. I cuddle into his embrace, so happy.
It’s been years since I have given my looks much thought and his words strike a chord of insecurity. When I was younger, I took pride in knowing that I was pretty, even though I didn’t have fancy clothes or boys lining up to date me. But years of scraping by have stripped me of whatever vanity I had. It’s hard to be vain when your clothes come from the bargain bin at the thrift shop, you haven’t worn makeup in years and your hair is poorly dyed. The years haven’t been kind to me and I know it.
I can tell that Travis sees my uncertainty because he tips my chin up again, making sure I meet his gaze before he kisses my nose again. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, baby,” he whispers against my skin before he lowers his mouth back to mine. Once again I am captured in the burning heat of his kiss, my fears washed away on a tsunami of sensation
Our kisses go on and on. He devours me and I’m swept away by the power of his desire. Never have I felt anything like this. A hot coil of something I can hardly describe builds in my belly. With every stroke of our tongues, every sharp scrape of his teeth on my skin, it grows. Fingers of fire spreading out, filling me with a heated buzz that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My breath comes in labored gasps, mingling with his as he tears his mouth from mine. My eyes flutter open, clashing with his and I can’t stop the smile that turns up the corners of my throbbing lips.
“You ok?” His voice is a gruff whisper.
I barely nod and his hands leave my back. He drags them up my ribs until he cups the weight of my breasts in his palms, his hooded gaze locked on the contrast of his hands, so hard and dark against my fair flesh. I can’t look away from the erotic vision as he traces a hard fingertip around my areola. My beaded nipple tightens even more at the light touch. He gently pinches and tugs softly on the tight bud. I can’t stop my loud gasp at the sensation buzzing straight to my clenching core .
“Did you like that, Faye?” he purrs, lifting the weight of them to his waiting mouth.
I cry out in wonder at the wet glide of his tongue stroking against my aching flesh. His lips close around one nipple, tugging again before sucking it inside. His tongue pays extra attention to the hard little nub, flicking it before applying suction. With a shameless moan I lose myself to the sensations ripping through my body. I’ve never felt anything as amazing as the fireworks exploding inside me with every new touch.
I arch against him with a low cry, offering more of myself to his hungry mouth as his fingers pluck and pull at my other nipple. The dual sensation of his mouth and fingers makes the heat coiled inside of me expand until my entire focus is on the riot of feelings burning insid
e me. I’m going to implode. My fingers lock into his thick blond hair, clutching his head against me as my pelvis rolls toward him, thrusting, needing.
I need him to ease the pounding ache building in my pussy. The throb centered in my clit is almost painful, demanding attention. I moan again, the sound desperate, tossing my head against the pillows. I need something...more.
Travis
My cock presses hard against the inside of my zipper and I embrace the somewhat uncomfortable feeling. I want nothing more than to drag my pants down and sink into what I know will be the tightest little cunt I’ve ever experienced. Not that I’ve been with that many women. I never could get into the bar scene like a lot of my buddies and my years in the Marines kept me busy enough that I didn’t want to pursue a relationship with anyone. The last few years, my focus has been on building a business and my search for Faye. Which means that the only intimacy I’ve shared with anyone in longer than I’d like to admit is...myself. Specifically, my right hand. Which is what I will be doing again tonight.
I already know that I am not going to take her virginity right now. I do not want her, or anyone, to think for even one solitary moment that I took advantage of her when she was vulnerable. No matter what she says, she is exactly that. Her whole life has changed in just a couple of days, and no matter how desperate I am to have her I’m just not going to be that guy.
That does NOT mean that I’m not going to make her cum, more than once. I feel like I might die if I don’t. I need to hear how she sounds when I give her that ultimate pleasure. I can live without it, at least for tonight. We are leaving for Vegas in the morning and there will be plenty of opportunities there for me to spoil her before I take her to a suite and make her totally mine.
Her small body arches under my touch, offering herself to my hands. To my seeking mouth. The hardness of her pebbled nipple against my tongue is intoxicating. The decadent taste and texture of her skin makes me ravenous for her. I can’t wait to bury my tongue in her and lick up every honeyed drop of the arousal that has her squirming against me.
Releasing her nipple with a small pop, I look up into her dazed amber eyes. “You like that, honey?” I say against the warm skin of her belly as I draw her thin black leggings down over her hips and down her legs exposing the creamy silk of her thighs. “Lift,” I mumble tapping her feet softly until, with a small giggle, she does as I directed and picks up her feet so I can divest her of the thin pants. When she is on display before me in just a pair of white cotton panties I pause, sitting up on my heels and taking in the vision before me. She is everything I could ever want wrapped up in one sweet little package.
Her legs are splayed open like she doesn’t have the strength to close them. I can’t help myself. My eyes go to the thin fabric clinging to her flesh, I can’t keep them away from her little panties and the spreading wet spot on them. They are so wet from her juices, the fabric so old and thin, that I can almost see through them. A pained sound of barely leashed lust growls out of my throat.
Her eyes flicker shut at the sound, her legs falling open even more as she whispers my name into the quiet room.
Pushing her legs open even more so I can settle between them I slide the tip of my tongue across her belly to her hip bones before trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of her trembling thighs. Lifting her ass in my hands I pull the damp fabric off of her and drape her legs over my shoulders. She moves as if to squeeze them shut, her small hands reaching down and covering her glistening flesh from my view. An inarticulate growl escapes my lips as I circle her delicate wrists with my fingers and move them to the comforter beside her.
“Hold onto the covers and don’t let go.” My voice is rough. Commanding. I will not be deterred. She complies, twisting both hands into the fabric with a small sigh. I rumble my approval. “Such a good girl, Faye.”
A shuddering breath is her only reply and I rip my gaze away from her little pink pussy with its neatly trimmed patch of soft red hair to look up the length of her body.
Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, staring at where my shoulders press her open and her bare cunt is clearly the focus of my attention. She moans again, her lips parted as she sucks in a shallow breath.
It is almost obscene how far I have spread her thighs so that I fit between them. My dick throbs hard watching the emotions flit across her expressive face. Desire, nervousness and love. Fuck, I love her and I’m going to show her exactly how much.
“Eyes, Faye,” I grumble, forcing hers back up to meet mine. Never breaking the contact of our gazes, I slide my hand down to rub the bulge in my jeans. Her eyes are more focused now, watching me. The heat in them as I pop the button and lower my zipper makes me harder than I have ever been in my life.
The only sound in the room is our rapid breathing and the rustle of denim as I push my jeans down my hips. The broad head of my cock bursts free from the elastic of my boxer briefs, resting against the hard muscles of my lower abdomen. Pearly precum beads at the tip before sliding down my shaft and soaking into the black fabric.
“Oh shit,” she breathes, snapping my focus away from her face. I look back to the heaven between her slim thighs and I’m caught by the riveting sight of her growing wetter as she stares enthralled at my dick. Knowing she wants me as badly as I want her makes me want to roar with gratification.